“Overalls again, huh?” She’s got a different pair on, and this time they’re baggy and full-length, covering her thighs I tend to daydream about. “They’re easy.” “You know who else wears onesies?” I gesture to the baby monitor in my hand where a sleeping Max can be seen. She huffs a laugh. “Shut up.” “Seriously though, those seem like the biggest pain in the ass to take off.” “So, you’re thinking about taking them off of me?” “No—” “At least get me inside first, Baseball Daddy. We’re in public.”
