Registering her words, Mason’s brows knit together slightly as he considered them. Nodding in conclusion, “I would,” He confirmed before rubbing the nap of his neck, “Tell you the truth though, I really hope I don’t mess up from here till then. It would be cool if I was raising a president.”
Lou smiled at him, shrugging. “I’m sure you’ll have your troubling days. But, hey, no one can say what your child is going to accomplish.”









