Instead of a photo, she begins recording us. Even narrating, “It’s Saturday, February 7th. Lily Calloway is about to find out the sex of her baby. Will it be a boy or a girl? Predictions?” Her phone whips to Ryke. “Girl,” he deadpans. “One smile,” Daisy says. His lips barely rise. “Pathetic,” I tell him. “You can’t even smile for my future kid.” “Yeah, Uncle Ryke,” Daisy jokes.
THIS IS SO CUTE. i really feel like this is a show because i'm so emotionally attatched to all of them :') this is so nostalgic!
