A Godfather Named Nick

Alvin sat in a chair with a beer, watching little Ginny dart around the dining table like a silly kitten chasing a glowing Poké Ball.

He shrugged at Fox beside him and said with a smile, "This girl has way too much energy. She'll definitely be great at sports when she grows up.

I think she should try something like boxing. There'll be plenty of bad boys chasing after her someday."

Fox narrowed her eyes in amusement, then playfully smacked Alvin. "What's wrong with being popular? Little Ginny was born to be loved."

Alvin happily ran a hand over Fox's thigh and grinned. "Being popular is great, of course, but it puts a lot of pressure on me as her old man. Remind me to set up a gun room when we get home. I'm going to collect some big guns to scare people with."

As he spoke, Alvin caught the kiss little Ginny blew his way and tucked it into his shirt pocket. With a "fierce" expression, he said, "I have a feeling I'll need them someday."

Fox's eyes narrowed with a smile, and she gave him a sultry look. "Maybe we should have a boy. Then perhaps you'd feel a little more balanced.

I think it'd be lovely to have a little prince take my hand and walk me into the Church."

Alvin stared at her for a few seconds, then shook his head with an amused laugh. "You're crazy. I'm definitely not putting off my big day for some little brat."

He put an arm around Fox's slender waist and kissed her cheek. "Don't think about all that nonsense. Let's just see what happens.

We'll go sailing together over summer vacation. We can look for a suitable Island while we're at it, and I'll talk Stark into