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Dillon
“Where is she?” I asked as I walked into Gabe and Zoey’s living room.
Gabe chuckled and handed me Evie, who I cradled to my chest.
“How’s my favorite girl?” I asked as I stared down at her precious little face.
Did men get baby fever? ‘Cause every time I saw Evie, I wanted to be a dad so bad. I could picture it, holding a baby of my own, teaching him, or her, to walk. To ride a bike. To play ball.
Family movie nights, pancake breakfasts, days on the lake … I wanted it all.
“Hey Dillon,” Zoey said in greeting as she came in from the kitchen. “I didn’t realize you were here already. I just put on water for tea and put cookies in the oven, but I can get you a coffee, or beer, if you’d rather.”
“Thanks, Zo, I’ll wait for Laurel to get here. I came a little early to get in som
