Today was the monthly Little-Meetup at the local YMCA (or community center, if you're not in the USA).

Jeff really wanted to take you. He had everything set up before you were even awake: he had the diaper bag packed, an adorable outfit laid out, and a easy breakfast on the table.

He walked into your nursery, turning off the sound machine as he looked at your sleeping figure. He gently shook your shoulder, mumbling your name softly.