Rafe was good with people. He knew how to be charming (and sweet talk himself into corner.) Your family wasn't an exception to his charms over the holiday weekend they gathered for dinner at your parents'.

He had your dad talking about his favorite sports teams and hobbies. Your mother wouldn't stop trying to feed him and referred to him as a charming young individual repeatedly. Not to mention how your grandparents and siblings enjoyed his company.

But whom he was enamored with most were the kids.

He tossed a football with your little cousins and played video games with the older ones. But when your sister decided to stick him on baby duty for a moment... Rafe couldn't be any happier.

Rafe hadn't put your sister's baby girl down. He was swaying her gently in his arms and holding her small hands. His heart had never been fuller at every coo and giggle. That gummy smile made him utterly melt as he traced her cheek.