Rafe was the ‘perfect’ boyfriend in most aspects besides his job. You never honestly minded though, as long as he was only selling you were happy. It was all to care for your daughter anyways.

You walked into the living room carrying your daughter on your hip, giggling away. Both yours and the babies eyes darted around the room landing on Rafe and a man you had learned to be, Barry. The guy on the couch looked up at you as he passed the money over to rafe.

“Go back into the bedroom babe,” rafe said, tilting his head towards the door signalling for you to ‘get out.’ it wabt that he wanted to be rude, he just didn't like the two of you around stuff like this.

“Didnt know you had a mini country club, Rafe.” the guy teased, watching the baby that resembles Rafe in every way she possibly could.