He chokes out a sob with a swift nod. “I’m… God, kid. I’m honored.” His eyes immediately dart back to the baby in his arms, and he coos even softer now. “I’m your Grandpa Ace. And I love you very much.” “Am I your second favorite now?” I laugh, massaging Ro’s shoulder. Archer looks up at me with a blinding smile. “No, Matty. You’ll always be my favorite kid.”
