Kenickie's POV
Putzie and I was at the park with Pammy and Roger, who is now 2 years old, who were playing. Rizzo and I were married of course. "So Kenicks, how many kids will ya have?" Putzie smirked me chuckled at him.
"Roger…" I warned him, meaning he shouldn't know what it actually means!
Actually I told him everything, hey the kid gave me the puppy dog look!
"Hey, only Danny calls me that." He protested.
I chuckled at him.
"Love ya Babyface." I said ruffling his hair.
I let out a big sigh.
"What's wrong?" I heard him asked me as I looked over at him.
"I'm fine kiddo." I told him, but I saw him giving me those darn puppy dog looks! "Ok, I'm…I'm just…w-worry that if Rizzo and I fight like my folks did, a-and…make our kids' lives miserable." I admitted as I felt him put his arm around me.
"You're not." I heard him and I looked over at him.
"I know you wouldn't let that happen." He adds.
I let out a sigh.
"Beside there are a lot of kids out there who got it worse with fighting parents." He stated. "But you, Rizz or ya folks…ain't like that. You both love your kids so much that you would do ANYTHING for them." I smiled a little.
"I guess you're right Putz." I said.
"Of course I am." He grinned.
I chuckled at him as watched Roger and Pammy played while we talked more.