I want to be the dad who’s around, ya know? I don’t want to be the kind of dad who’s just there for the big recitals or the important games. I want the little stuff. I want to know their friends and which kids at the lunch table are punk-ass bitches.” Bee made a heart with her hands. “I think I want babies.” Nolan took her hand and began to stand up with a sly grin on his face. “Not, like, right this moment,” she said with a laugh.
