Trevor
“Are you excited to spend the weekend at Andre’s?” Trevor looked at his son in the rearview mirror.
Lance smiled, “Bet.”
Trevor laughed at his son’s slang. He knew how his parents must have felt when he was a teenager now. It was still hard to believe that he had a 12 year old. Trevor was only five years older than his son when Lance was born. As much as Trevor loved Lance, he hoped that the boy made better choices than he did growing up.
Lance unbuckled his seatbelt as Trevor put the car in park. “Do you want me to come to the door with you?”
“Def not, dad.” Lance grimaced.
“Too cool for your old man now, huh?”
“Why you finna be like that?” Lance looked at his dad like he was crazy.
“Like what?”
“You’re so extra, I’m out.” Lance went to climb out of the car.
“Woah, woah.
