Underestimated(203)By: Jettie Woodruff
phone with my mom. I was out of it.
I didn’t wake again until around three in the
morning. I heard Nicholas cry and opened my eyes to see
Drew feeding him a bottle in a nearby chair. I smiled and
watched him talk and hum to his baby. He was so proud.
There wasn’t an ounce of doubt left in me about the kind of
father he would be. He was so in love with that little man.