“I’d be very proud of him if he turned out like you.” When she tilts her head, one soft tendril of hair slips out and caresses the side of her face. “Really?” “Yes, Willa. What more could I want for him? Intelligent, independent, a solid sense of humor, a good head on his shoulders.” “Do you think he’ll proposition his nanny for no-strings-attached sex though?” “Jesus Christ, woman.” I stare at the ceiling again.
This is so cute
