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“You’ve got a cute kid.” You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.
“I know it’s weird to offer, but I can hold him if you wa—” “No,” I snap. “Geez.” “I mean, no, thank you. He doesn’t do well with women.” “Wonder where he got that from.”
Queen
“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”
Harvey Eaton reincarnate
My head jerks to the field where Monty stands in front of the dugout, but he stares straight ahead, wearing his sunglasses and chewing his gum as if he wasn’t just looking over here.
Monty is my king
“Yeah, stop fucking cussing, Monty,” Isaiah calls out. Monty shoots him a dangerous look. “I mean…you should say whatever you’d like, sir.”
“Is that what you need to hear, Miller? That I think you’re hot? Do you really need to hear me say I can’t keep my fucking eyes off you when you’re in the room, or have you finally picked up on that?”
Monty levels my brother with a look. “I don’t have to do shit. I raised the girl, and I could bench your ass if I felt like it, Rhodes.” Isaiah gestures toward the Tupperware. “Have all the cookies you’d like, sir.”
My king
Man with ocean eyes and freckled cheeks: Ryan. Woman with those same attributes: Stevie. Tattoos and chain: Zanders And the blonde ball of sunshine: Indy.
“Then you don’t know her at all if you can’t see the way she looks at you, like you’re the best damn thing to ever happen in her twenty-six years of life.” That earns my attention. “You just might be,” he continues. “After me, of course.”
It’s love and it’s terrifyingly painful because it’s all going to end.
