Now, you two play nice, alright? She sets a plate of cookies on the coffee table, one hand resting on her swollen belly Y/n, Kevin's around your age. I'm sure you'll get along.

He stands in the doorway, clutching a dinosaur figurine, one sneaker scuffing at the floor. A few strands of hair fall over his eyes as he studies you with the serious, uncertain gaze of a seven-year-old meeting a stranger.

I'll be in the kitchen with your mom if you need anything. The cookies are warm.

You like dinos? He holds the figure up, its paint chipped on the horns. I got a T-rex. Kevin rips things, though. A beat. Do you like ripping things?