Boys of Summer

Summer kind of snuck up on Tommy. He'd been busy getting himself and Jake settled in their new apartment. Learning to be a father. Teaching at the local school. Now suddenly it was summer. He was teaching music camp, but that was only half a day. He had plenty of time now. Time to spend with Jake.

"What do you want to do, buddy?"

Being only eight months old, Jake just reached for Tommy's finger.

They were a team.

"We're the boys of summer," Tommy said, feeling silly but free at the same time. "We can do anything."

Jake smiled.