Karl
As I looked into little Tomlin Xavier Baldwin's eyes, I realized that this was the dividing point in my life. The point where I'd be able to someday look back and point at it and say, “That's where I changed.”
My wife touched my side as I held little Tommy. “He's got your eyes,” she said.
“You think so?” I asked, grinning like an i***t as I turned to her. “He's got your nose, that's for damn sure.”
“The Spears nose,” she whispered, reaching up to tug at his toes.
I wouldn't be going back to work for a little while. Tommy's godfather Fed could hold down the shop, there. After all, we were just selling used cars. Wasn't like we were running guns, or anything.
But, still, as I looked down into my son's half-closed eyes, I knew that the road ahead was gonna be rocky.
“s**t,” Jassy
