Page 134 of Wicked Love

Lay ‘em in the crib like

You’re sackin’ a quarterback.”

They do a hilarious dance that I didn’t know they had in them and I’ve seen them dance a lot. And then they all sing the chorus again.

“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.”

Penn motions for Sam to join him and they breakdancetogether. Everyone’s clapping and cheering and then Penn takes the mic.

“Huddle up, little buddy,

You’re the star of this game.

Gonna rock ya, baby Fox,

Gonna whisper ya name.

Gonna hold you like a football,

Kiss you when you scream,

No fumbles, only cuddles

Till you’re sleeping like a dream.

No fumbles, only cuddles

Till you’re sleeping like a dream!”

He points to all of us. “Everyone now!”

And we all sing 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.”

By the end we’re all on our feet, swaying and singing. My mom and Stephanie hip-bump each other, and when the rap ends, everyone cheers and lets out loud catcalls.

Poppy wipes her eyes, leaning into me. “That was…something else.” She laughs. “That was too good,” she says louder. “I can’t believe you did that. If football doesn’t work out for you…”

“Stick to football,” I fill in, making everyone laugh harder. I go over and hug them. “I’m gonna be singing that song when I’m half asleep, rocking the baby…and thinking about you guys. That was great.”

“We’re happy to make fools of ourselves for you,” Weston says, laughing.

“Hell yeah, we are,” Rhodes says. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Neither would I,” I say.

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