“Ok, Joey, this is what आप gotta do. आप हटाइए the gear into drive right? Because that’s what आप gotta do; drive. And आप lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but आप shouldn’t do that… But if आप do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and आप see, आप हटाइए forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. आप don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when आप want to turn, आप gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then आप turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner आप do the same thing, but आप just gotta watch for traffic.” द्वारा this time we had made our way around the block. “You think आप got it bud?” I ask Joey.
“Steven Randel, what do आप think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six साल old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Steven Randel, what do आप think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six साल old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” आप groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” आप lift up your कमीज, शर्ट to दिखाना the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are आप smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.