“Future starting center at Michigan, even if we have a girl. Especially if we have a girl. We’re going to break all the fucking glass ceilings, just like her mom,” he says before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a hug. “Look at us. Two fucking simps for our women. You taught me right, Huddy.” I laugh and squeeze him. “Stop. I don’t have a woman. You’ll let me know when you’re home?” “Yeah. I will.” “You’ll give Emmy a hug for me and let her know she’s my favorite of you two?” “I always do.”
