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.