“Well,” I said, looking back down at Liam, “if I ever have a daughter, you have my permission to marry her.” I paused before adding, “If that’s what she wants.” I could’ve sworn I heard Hendrix mutter, “You will,” under his breath, but I couldn’t be sure. Liam nodded once. “Good. Imma catches her frogs for presents, and imma kiss her every day.”
