Sarge and Will“We done good, Willie.” Sarge and Will were in bed. Sarge had the night off, and he planned to make the most of it.
“Sure did, babe. His eyes were so big when he saw the ring.”
“Ya don’t think it’s too frou-frou for a boy?”
“Come on, Sarge. You’ve seen his room. Our son is not a typical son. And who cares? Didn’t you tell me you came to Vegas to make yourself over? No different than accepting our son just the way he is.”
“You’re right, my Willie-Willie.” He kissed him over and over on his belly because he knew Will was ticklish.
“Stop, you goon, stop,” Will said, but Sarge knew he liked it.
“Willie, m’ love, we made a little boy very happy today. And I worried he’d never be happy after that first ride home when we picked ‘im up.”
“His mother was gone, his home was gone
