Babysitting Cowboy by Drew Hunt“He’s smiling at me.” Calvin Brockwell looked down into the crib at the two-month-old boy, Calvin’s heart full to bursting with a mixture of pride, amazement, and more than a little trepidation.
“It’s gas,” John “Brock” Brockwell corrected, also peering down into the crib, obvious joy and deep contentment on his face.
This was the first time the doting grandparents had babysat.
“Nah, you’re definitely smiling at your Grandpa Calvin, aren’t you?” Calvin tickled Johnny’s cheek with a finger, the baby grasping it and bringing it to his mouth to suck. “He’s got yours and J.J.’s eyes,” he observed, looking up at his husband.
Brock shrugged. “Don’t all babies have blue eyes when they’re first born?”
It was Calvin’s turn to shrug. Unlike Brock, he’d never had c
