“I think it’s cool. She’s a complete part of him now; she has his blood running through her.” “She’s sixteen,” I remind him. Nate shrugs, looking from them to me. “Still pretty cool.” I look to Lolli, whose brows are creased as she looks at Nate, but she turns before he can see it and heads for her room.
HUH I SEE. NATE IN BABY FEVER I GUESS
