Paul’s POV

I am so stuffed I can barely move. Madison and I are the only people left on the upper deck — everyone kind of scattered to watch the sunset. We’re sitting together on the bench watching the sunset ourselves.

“Oh gosh, I ate too much,” Madison sighed.

“Me too,” I grunted. “I think I have a food baby.” I patted my stomach.

“A Paul JR, huh?” Madison giggled.

“You know, you have the cutest giggle ever,” I advised.

“I don’t think I do,” Madison ...