SATURDAY, 2.8 at THE OWENS/OTIS RESIDENCE with @michaelotis
The amount of times Nate had seen his buddy’s daughter could be counted on one hand. Michael may have understood why it was hard for him but he still felt guilty. “So, knowing you ---- you probably have something up your sleeve for this coming Friday huh? You big mush.” Even though he couldn’t resist teasing he actually looked up to Otis a lot. Within the Corps the man was a legend and he was also someone Nate attributed to saving him. He likely would’ve gone down a bad path with all of his family drama if he hadn’t met Otis and took on his recommendation for the Marines. “I’m not saying I should be your first option for a babysitter but if you need one, I’d be happy to do it.” It tugged on his heartstrings and made him miss Danielle all the more when glancing at the sleeping sweetheart in her bassinet. “But if you do choose me I’m definitely raiding your fridge. Mine is so bare it looks like I just bought it.” In fact, a lady he had brought home the week before had asked him just that. If it was brand new.