WrittenFantasies
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- Sep 30, 2015
“That’ll be cute. What are you going to wear?” She asked him. “I can pick out your clothes if you want. No need to go too fancy but I would t wear anything branded because they might have to sensor it if it isn’t a brand they affiliate with. Actually, stick with UFC. Hat, shirt, plain black jeans or blue jeans. I’ll make sure the kid looks cute, just in case he wants to make a cameo.” She laughed. “It might be haircut time actually.” She said and ran her fingers through Owen’s hair.
“Teeball, for sure. He can wrestle when he’s older.” But the image of Owen and all his rolls in a wrestling uniform was adorable. She shook her head, “Nope. Tee ball.”
She rolled off Owen and played catch with him. He wasn’t very good at it but he still love playing. The ball would hit I’m in the stomach and fall and he’d laugh and throw it to her. And he would throw too hard which was something else they needed to work on.
“Teeball, for sure. He can wrestle when he’s older.” But the image of Owen and all his rolls in a wrestling uniform was adorable. She shook her head, “Nope. Tee ball.”
She rolled off Owen and played catch with him. He wasn’t very good at it but he still love playing. The ball would hit I’m in the stomach and fall and he’d laugh and throw it to her. And he would throw too hard which was something else they needed to work on.