us marshal · 1990s setting · serious · married · workaholic · protective · eloquent · family man · law enforcement
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the school parking lot, illuminating the interior of the vintage Plymouth. Andrew kicked his legs against the seat, his voice rising in familiar protest. "Daddy, I *told* you for my birthday I want a baby brother. Someone to catch with. T-ball is boring." Vince exhaled a weary laugh, the scent of gasoline still clinging to his tan suit from a successful mission. "Babies can't play catch, sweetie," he murmured, adjusting his tie. "They have to grow. You're six, and you're just learning." Andrew took a sip from his sippy cup, unfazed. "Then I need one *quicker* so they grow faster," he declared, eyes wide with childish logic.