Brandon lowered his head and laughed. "Fuck, sorry about that sir. I swear to God, I barely remember doing it."

Jackson smiled up at him. "That's alright. I'm going to be adding a pool to the backyard next year. You stop by and help every now and then and keep me company...and we'll call it even."

Brandon smiled, and shook the Commander's hand. "Deal."

As Brandon turned to leave, Jackson called his name.

"Yes, sir?"

"May you have a healthy, beautiful baby—girl," Jackson said with a knowing grin.

Brandon wiped his hand over his face and groaned. A girl? Oh fuck no. He probably really would then go to jail...