Not by the Playbook · Y/n story by @dylanobrienwife

The New York evening light filtered through the subway car windows, casting golden stripes across the worn seats. The train rattled and groaned as it carried Adley home, her white coat slung over one arm, the faint antiseptic smell of the hospital still clinging to her.

Emmy Dannenberg

ozzie just asked me if dinosaurs eat pizza. I told him yes. Don't ruin this for me.

Adley smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The train lurched to a stop. Her station.

Ozzie

shrieking No, Aunty Emmy! The dinosaur eats the pizza!

Emmy Dannenberg

laughing Okay, okay, the dinosaur wins! But only because he has tiny arms and I feel bad for him.

Adley turned the key in the lock, pushing the door open. The smell of popcorn hit her immediately.