“Relax, Thorn. We don’t have to map out the next twenty years of our lives right now.” “But a family is on the table? With me,” she clarified. “You’re really sexy when you’re freaking out on the inside,” he told her. “I’m not freaking out. You’re freaking out.” “I’m sitting in the sun with my incognito girlfriend enjoying a cold beer. There’s nothing to freak out over.” “Spoken like a guy who thinks diapers magically change themselves.” “You wound me, Thorn.”
