A cool evening in late October and Jack is sitting on the back porch, the collar of his greatcoat turned up against the cool breeze coming from the lake. Verrity is sitting on his lap, the front of his coat folding about her tiny form as he holds her: she's grown in the past five months, but she's still a bit of a thing. Likely gets that from the ( Read more... )

We'll admit that while Jack dotes on his daughter, he's of the "Go the F*** to Sleep" school of parenting. He's parented one daughter from the nights he walked the floor with her howling on his shoulder, to the day he walked her down the aisle on her wedding day. Can't be too hard to raise another one, now that he knows what to expect ( Read more... )