“Thank you, Tripp. And thank you for your help today. You really stepped up. And I know you’ve already got a dad to be proud of you, but if you wanted some random guy you barely know to be proud of you too, well, your dreams have come true.” Tripp lets out a dry chuckle, rolling his eyes. “I’ll take that. But you really aren’t so random, you know. A second dad might be all right. Eventually.” Bash smiles, looking a bit overwhelmed by the moment. But, of course, Tripp has to offset that by adding, “Gwen, I’m never calling you Mom, though.”
