“Are you sure you don’t need a driver, Tate? I don’t have work today. I can drive you to your location.” Dad said while I was putting my things inside the car’s trunk.

I chuckled as I looked at him. He’s leaning against my car while firm hands folded across his chest.

“It’s fine, Dad. I can manage. Just stay here with Mom. You can make a lot of babies.”

He rolled his eyes. "Why do you keep on asking me that?"

“I just want to see a baby around.”

"Then why didn't you make your own while you're still with Cade?"

I frowned. I can't believe Dad would ask...