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Raylan lifted his eyebrows at the question, lips curling at the edges as he tucked his beer between his legs again while Willa smiled broadly and turned her head away. Yes, she'd be ticklish.

"Yes, but only because it's my turn to get carried away," he said, grunting theatrically as he took her weight and shifted down a little to sit her on his stomach, one hand holding her at the back as he ran his fingers, scissor style up her belly. "I wish I could be here for all of it. The first time she rolled over, the first time she sat up on her own. I wanna make sure that I'm there for the ones that she'll remember. Kindergarten Graduation.. Softball."

He shifted his head to look over at Malcolm.

"You sure dealing with all this is worth it? Ex wife and all? I know she's cute," he said, eyes bobbing over to Willa. "But you haven't heard her cry yet. So maybe don't answer now," he said with a chuckle.