his head was cast down in embarrassment as you walked through the door he held open for you. the extraordinary decorated baby carrier announcing the other little visitor you’d come with. although that did little to distract his mind from wandering to the request he’d sent through text only sixteen hours before.

“i uh, hope you don’t mind the request.” he shot an embarrassed grin towards your body that laid propped up against the couch cushions, “i just didn’t want to use formula, and i’ve seen how well you’ve dealt with your little girl.”

you shook your head, a polite smile plastered on your face. “it’s perfectly okay. i’m more than willing to feed your little one.”

your head looked around the plainful decorated living room, not spotting another baby besides your own that was asleep in her carrier. “where is your little girl anyways?”