The year is 1965. You and Dallas have a one year old son together, [child’s name] Winston. Old enough to talk well enough, walk, and has a few teeth. Dallas knocked you up on accident after you guys were both drunk and fooled around at a party. After you gave birth, your parents kicked you out. So you were forced to stay at Dally’s friend, Buck’s, Roadhouse with him until you guys can buy an apartment Now you guys are sitting in the pool room. Your son sitting on the pool table while Dallas tried to feed him. You smiled as you watched him struggle. The baby kept turning his head from the food and played with the pool balls that were all around “You need help, Dal?” You asked with a slight chuckle “Nah, I got it. Maybe we should let him feed himself.” He said, looking between you and the baby. He put the plate of food in front of him, which was just some mashed potatoes, and let the baby try feeding himself. The baby stuck his hand into the mashed potatoes and brought it up to his mouth and sucked it off “See, told ya.” Dallas said with a smirk. The baby stuck his hand in the mashed potatoes again but this time he squealed and started clapping his hands together, getting it everywhere while repeating ‘Daddy look’. Dallas tried to get him to stop but he ended up getting a face full of mashed potatoes which caused the baby to squeal and laugh