“Mr Maddox, think you could tone tin down until after class?"I don't think so, Dr Chaney. Have you gotten a good look at my girl?”

“I don’t think so, Dr. Chaney. Have you gotten a good look at my girl?”

“Look at him,” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom.”

“You think.. you think if maybe you focused on all the bullshit you had to endure with her, that'd make it easier?"I sighed. "I've tried. I keep coming back to the same thought.""What's that?""Now that it's over, I wish I could have all the bad stuff back... just so I could have the good.”

“Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?""What, baby?"Her expression turned serious."In another life, I could love you."I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it."I might love you in this one.”

“America glanced at Travis before shoving the Honda into gear. “Look at him,” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom.”

“She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck. "I'll leave my number on the counter.""Eh...Don't worry about it," He said in a casual tone."What?" She asked, leaning back to look in his eyes."Every time!" America said. She looked at the woman. "How are you surprised by this? He's Travis Fucking Maddox! He is famous for this very thing, and every time they're surprised!”