“What?” he bites back, his nostrils flaring when I raise a brow at him. “You know your parents would be a lot happier if you found a girl like that to fall for,” he says, tipping his chin at the tattoo shop. “She’s cute and funny and she loves basketball—” “Xavi, shut up.” I move my arms around his waist, pulling his little body into mine. “I don’t give a shit what makes them happy. You make me happy. Most of the time,”
