My Little Wingman

Chase POV:

I took the little champ—Ash—to the bathroom, and from the moment we stepped inside, it was like a floodgate of words opened.

Boy, could he talk.

He was brimming with energy, bouncing between topics like a hyper little storyteller. Most kids his age could barely string a sentence together, but Ash? He was practically a chatterbox, and I found myself genuinely amused. It wasn't often that I found joy in small, mundane moments like this, but this kid was something else.

As he prattled on, I decided to steer the conversation toward something more... informative. "So," I asked casually, "does your mom have a boyfriend?"

Ash giggled, his laugh echoing off the bathroom tiles. "You're silly, Handsome man! Mommy doesn't like boys."