Asking for a Friend
She let out a loud whoop that earned her some glares from the fishermen further down the shore.
I jumped up to go congratulate her and to properly inspect the fish, as I knew she would want me to. As I ran down to them, Layton loaded her onto his back and they did a funny looking victory lap around the spot where they were fishing.
Laughing while I waited for them to stop spinning around with their arms stuck out to their sides, I called out, “Congratulations, baby! What kind of fish did you catch?”
“Layton says it’s a brown trout,” she called out proudly, clambering off his back to come give me a hug. I kissed the top of her head before she pulled away to present her fish. “His name is Trev