Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
We made it halfway down the stairs before Dad Jay appeared at the bottom, arms crossed, eyes sharp and curious and already jumping to conclusions.
He looked at Jane.
He looked at me.
Then back at Jane.
“So,” he said slowly, lips twitching. “Are you two dating.”
I almost missed a step.
Jane did not even blink.
She tilted her head, looked him dead in the eye, and smiled. “Do you think I am good enough for your son.”
Silence.
Then Dad Jay laughed, loud and delighted, like he had just been handed his favorite kind of chaos.
“Oh,” he said happily. “I like her.”
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