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You wake him, you take him.

That’s my motto.

“I can’t believe you’ve got him in Maverick’s jersey,” Cait bitches.

It’s just my brothers, Caitlin, and Lennon and me tonight, watching Callen and the team play Dallas. Probably a good thing since Lucky is still driving our parents nuts.

“Dude, our last name is Beneventi. A cousin on the team with our last name trumps a brother-in-law without it,” Rome throws back at her, and Lennon laughs.

“You...” Cait points at Lennon. “No input from the girl who thinks soccer is football.” Anastasia throws her pink stuffed football at Lennon, probably because her mother was just pointing that way, but the way the rest of us laugh so hard scares the shit out of Brennan and has Lennon glaring at all of us.

Brennan cries gigantic crocodile tears, and Lennon pulls her feet from my lap and kicks me. “Your turn. Uncle Rome isn’t cutting it.”

“I didn’t make him cry,” I laugh but jump up to take him anyway. I spent today at il leone, and man, I hate the days that keep me away from here for too long.

I reach out for Brennan, and Rome turns away from me. “Get your own. This one’s mine.”

“The fuck?” I laugh in his face. “Pretty sure he’s mine, shithead.”

“Have we actually tested that theory?” He winks at Lennon. “I mean?—”

“Finish that sentence and die, brother,” I threaten, and Rome moves closer to Lennon. “Save me, princess.”

Everyone has taken my nickname for my wife and started using it.

First Callen, now both my brothers.

And what does my wife do?

The little traitor smiles and pulls him down on the couch next to her.

“How is she going to protect you?” Lucky asks as he kicks Rome with the foot he just pretty much sat on. Did I say this couch holds sixteen? Maybe it would if my six-foot-four-inch brother wasn’t stretched out on it.

“She can withhold sex,” Rome tells him, and I growl.

“She can’t have sex for six weeks,” Cait corrects him, then looks at Lennon and smiles. “But I might have given it a try a little before five... Just saying, slow and steady got it done.”

“Fucking Christ, Caitlin.” Lucky throws a pillow over his head, while Rome covers Brennan’s ears.

I should probably be grossed-out, but I’m too busy lusting over the smile on my wife’s face.

“Maybe if he agrees this isn’t football, I’ll let him try slow and steady,” Lennon announces, and everyone groans.

Everyone but me.

I’ve officially become a soccer fan, and I’ll call that shit whatever the hell I have to if it means I get to taste my wife tonight.

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Lennon

“If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working,” I whisper from what’s become my favorite spot, leaning against the open doorway of the nursery. I can’t help it. This spot always gives me the best views. Like tonight. Maddox has showered and not bothered to get dressed. Just threw on black boxer briefs. His hair is damp, and I can smell that sexy sandalwood bodywash that mixes perfectly with his DNA and makes my mouth water more than any sweet treat ever could. Muffins be damned. He’s shirtless and sitting on the rocking chair Nonna gifted us when Brennan was born, and our beautiful baby boy is sleeping soundly against his chest. His mop top of dark hair covering the Beneventi family crest inked on Maddox’s heart.

Yes... I’ve seen a lot of views in my life.

I’ve been to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I’ve seen the northern lights from an igloo on a snow-covered mountain.

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