"This is a strange feeling," Dad said as we walked towards the porch. "The thought of you having a kid."
"Tell me about it."
"You're holding up okay, son?"
"Yeah. It's a lot to take in at once, but I'm trying to be supportive."
"You're a good man, son. And I'm sure Moose appreciates your help."
Dad squeezed my shoulders and I leaned into him.
"Thanks, Dad," I said quietly, and then added, "I love you."
Dad ruffled my hair and kissed the top of my head. "I love you, too."
I squirmed away from his hand. "I'm still too old for that," I said with a laugh.
"Nah. You're still my little boy."
We were both laughing as I pushed open the front door. Dad followed me inside and my smile vanished. As soon as we stepped into the living room, I could feel the tension rolling off of both Moose a
