Blake's POV
16 years later...
"Oh, you look so cute," I clap.
"Mom, stop," my precious little son says, rolling his eyes.
"I can't help it. You're so cute. Oh, my little man!" I say excitedly, clapping my hands. I am happy, but I kind of want to embarrass him a little bit. I'm so proud of him. He has grown up so much.
"Mom, I'm serious, stop," he says, looking at me in the eyes seriously.
"Don't rain on my parade," I pout and semi-threaten him.
His eyes go big as he looks at me, panicking. "Mom. Don't! I'm serious. This is my one nice shirt; don't get it wet." he says forcefully.
"Blake, don't make it rain inside. Cut the poor kid some slack." Noah says, walking into the room and putting his hand on my shoulder. "It's his first council meeting, and he is nervous." Noah teases hi
