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Cash gasps, Boone chuckles, shaking his head, and I whistle lowly. “Ooooh. You didn’t.”
He takes turns glaring at all three of us. “Yeah, it would have been nice to have been told ahead of time not to tell girls to calm down because the opposite happened. They fuh-reaked out. Big time. That’s when the fighting started. I was kind of worried because they pulled hair and they kept like clawing at each other, which isn’t the way to throw a punch but I wasn’t about to tell them that, and then Zoe pulled on my sweatshirt like a scene out of that Cinderella cartoon movie that Auntie Cor made me watch when the girls are fighting over an ugly shoe. But I was most worried about my sweatshirt. It’s my favorite, so I told them to knock it off, then told Avery to give me back my sweatshirt. She told me she wasn’t wearing another shirt under it so then Whitney fuh-reaked again and said she had an extra t-shirt in her locker she could have if she took off my hoodie because it wasn’t fair that she got to wear it anyway when she’s not even my girlfriend. That made Avery cry again because for some reason she was really attached to my hoodie. I get it, it’s an awesome one but still… it’s not even hers.”
“So that’s the fight?”
“That was the fight.”
“Did you get your sweatshirt back?” Cash just has to know.
“Yeah. But Nana’s washing it ‘cause it smelled like girl,” he grumbles.
I press my lips together and Cash pipes up, “It really is a curse being so dang good looking, isn’t it, bud?”
“It’s the Lake genes. That’s what Auntie Naomi says.”
“Oh, she does, does she?” I wonder.
“She says that something in the genes that all of us have make us better looking than most but that’s weird because I don’t wear jeans very often. I told her that and she just laughed. She’s pretty when she laughs. Maybe I could go for her in a few years when I’m old enough?”
“Think she’s already spoken for, kiddo,” Boone says, nudging me under the table.
“By who? I thought you said she and Wyatt got a divorce.”
“They did.”
“Then who’s she with now? We need to approve, you know. We didn’t get a vote last time and it didn’t turn out too good.”
Luckily, our pizzas are set down on the table and he forgets everything we’ve just talked about and focuses on his pizza.
The rest of the dinner, he doesn’t bring up the girls or Naomi again and we talk about everything else. He can’t wait for summer break so he can spend his days at the pool because school is way too stressful and hereallyneeds a break. He also asked us if we would all take him to a Volunteers baseball game for a guys’ weekend, which we agreed to immediately.
There’s no doubt Cody has all of us wrapped around his finger.
ChapterEight
Brock
“See you tomorrow,” I tell Cody. It’s my Saturday with him. Once he got a little older, we started taking turns having a Saturday morning alone with him. It was Corbin’s idea first because she was feeling like she wasn’t getting enough one-on-one time with her nephew when we were all together. This way, as long as he doesn’t have a game of some sort, we each get to have some time with him. We, as in Corbin, set up a schedule in January.
At first Boone protested, saying that was his time with him, but now he gets to have a morning where he can run errands or clean the house or, honestly, just chill out. It’s a win-win for all of us. He’s a single dad a hundred percent of the time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be there to pitch in. Plus, it’s not the entire day and once in a while, he joins us if one of us decides to do something a little bigger like going to an amusement park in the summer.
“Awesome. The diner for some breakfast first?”
I smile. “You got it. I’ll pick you up at eight, all right? Don’t be sleeping in on me.”
“Like you did with me last weekend,” Cash adds.
“Hey! That was Dad’s fault, not mine! He slept in, too.”
“How did I get drug into this?”
I nudge Boone. “Don’t you know everything is your fault? Isn’t that Parenting 101?”
“How could I forget?” he grumbles, opening the passenger door to the truck for Cody to hop in.
It seems like yesterday that he was in a car seat and now he’s this big kid riding in the front seat.
“Still on for The Pub?” Cash asks me after Boone and Cody drive away.