Chapter 3: Butterflies?Leo, six years, three months, and one sweet baby later…
“Oscar Ryan Bailey.” Leo’s admonition was good-humored rather than stern, though it could be argued that their fifteen-month-old son had earned the full-name treatment with his stubborn refusal to cooperate.
Leo rarely lost his composure. Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected, his buddies, Danny, Otis, and Zack used to call him, although now they tacked on, “except when hitting on hot guys,” to the moniker. Leo was admittedly rough-hewn around Vinnie’s artsy friends, but yes, truth be told, he remained inwardly calm in the face of it.
The first week of summer vacation after the rush of getting all his grades submitted put Leo in an even more relaxed frame of mind. People didn’t tend to think about industrial arts tea
