Page 133 of Wicked Love

Henley holds his hand up as he takes off.

“Yo, step up to the nursery,

Join the baby daddy tribe,

We got big, bad beats and a baby talk vibe.

Here’s the play, Mom and Papa,

It’s about to get rad,

I’ma callin’ an audible, I’m a football dad.”

I wipe my eyes, I’m laughing so hard, watching Henley go. When Henley hands the mic to Rhodes, we cheer for Henley.

“Hut, hut! Hike! Let’s go!”the guys all yell.

Rhodes gives me a cocky smirk as he starts his verse.

“Get cha onesies and ya diapers and ya pacis in a row

Keep your voice up high

And your powder down low

Put a cloth over-the-shoulder,

‘Cause the spit-up gonna fly,

Then you work your tight end

While you sing a lullaby.

Work your tight end while you sing a lullaby.”

He winks when he says tight end and I lose my shit. And lose it even more when they all yell that last line before starting the chorus.

“Touchdown, do the rock-and-sway,

Do the rock-and-sway, rock-and-sway all night.

Touchdown, do the rock-and-sway,

Do the rock-and-sway, rock-and-sway all night.”

Weston is next and he looks the most nervous, but he delivers.

“Get them arms tucked in

When you swaddle ‘em tight,

Ya better cover the end zone or be up all night

Gotta wrap that ass crack up like a tailback

Lay ‘em in the crib like

You’re sackin’ a quarterback.

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