Re: Park: Cris/Sam
She laughs at your stern voice, papi. [Joey totes did. In fact, pretty much everything Cris did made Joey laugh or smile. The kid just liked his voice, and it always made Sam feel all kinds of warm fucking butterflies, huh? He was a really great pops.]
Ven. [The blanket was loud and knit, and it used all kinds of wool. Sam had made it when she was knocked up, back when she was perfecting baby hats, and it was kinda rainbow loud and HUGE. She loved the fucking thing, and she carried it out close to the trunk of a big tree, and she spread it wide.
Before Cris even put the baby down, Sam flopped heavy onto her back on the wool. Her bag flopped to the side, laptop heavy there, and she just looked up at Cris, her arms spread out and her legs spread wide, as if she was gonna make fucking snow angel or something beneath that tree.]