I shake my head and plop back on the couch as he continues to stand.
“You’re telling me you’re a super fan because of scrawny Rodgers?” John looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Yep, I’d have his babies. All his babies,” I say nonchalantly.
This causes him to laugh at me. “You want Green Bay babies from a goofy looking dude?”
“A girl can dream.” When I close my eyes, I’m not thinking about football or Aaron Rodgers. No, I’m thinking about John and Maize, which causes my heart to lurch forward.
“Hate to interrupt you while you’re in fantasyland, but Mama packed up some leftovers for our dinner tonight. I’ll warm them up after I take a shower if that’s okay?”
I nod, and he walks to the bathroom. With a smile, I glance over at Maize who’s as happy as can be wearing her Packers onesie. S
