“Yup. I think my cousin is taking bets. Vanwheeles are notorious for producing females,” she shrugged.
“Where is your father?”
Eva smiled and took Drews hand. “I don’t want my mom to come get me” she said sadly
“VanWheele, huh?” She hugged Sophia again. “Well, there’s a conflict here. James’ almost always have boys. I think it could go either way, but I’m leaning more toward it being a boy.”
“I don’t know. He’s around here somewhere.”
“We won’t let her take you,” Drew squeezed her hand. “I won’t let her take you.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”