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“Stop.”

“No.” She shakes her head, reaching out to take my hand. “This deserves a moment because honestly, Brady. Wow.”

She tugs, and I shift, dropping back on the pile of pillows. Cameron settles against my chest, pulling the blanket up over us.

“I’ve never told anyone any of that,” I admit after a moment.

Cameron shifts, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “Just so you know, luck would have nothing to do with it. Football will wait for you because you, Brady Lancaster, are that good. You’ll have the jersey and the farm and anything else you could possibly want.”

I run my fingers through her hair, looking down at her. “Think so?”

She smiles, burrowing her head in the crook of my shoulder, tugging the blanket up to her chin. “I know so. Now don’t move. I’m way too comfortable, and I want to stay just like this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Would it be weird if I asked for how long?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Cameron

I kiss his cheek,his forehead, his cheek again, and then Mason is stealing him from my arms.

“Okay, I’m taking my son now.” He chuckles, lifting little D and settling him on his shoulders.

“No fair. Today is the only day he was with me all week, andyou’repicking him up early.”

“Because I took my midterms last week, so now I have the afternoon free until practice.”

“Maybe I’ll leave early too. I don’t have class for another two hours.” I smile suddenly. “Yes, I’ll leave and come hang out with you guys.” I can test out my lesson plan, see if I can keep baby D engaged, and?—

“Sorry, Cammie Girl. This is a boys-only trip.”

I whip around to find Brady sauntering in, his AU hoodie up, the drawstring hanging from the collar and tucked in his mouth. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is. Like backward-hat hot.

He grins when my eyes meet his earthy-brown ones, and I don’t know why, but I just…stare, my head lifting little by little as he comes closer. A fly caught in his trap.

Granny Grace coughs, and I jerk my attention toward her, narrowing my eyes when she’s simply smiling at the pile of papers in front of her.

Wait. I turn back to the boys, noting Chase has stepped in behind Brady. “Trip? What trip?”

“We’re going to the Halloween store just outside town,” Mason shares, glancing from Brady to me. “Paige made Deaton’s last year, and she started on this year’s, but I guess that flood from last week messed things up pretty bad at her studio, and Payton didn’t want to add to the stress, so we’re going to see what we can find.”

“And why can’t I go?” I cross my arms. “I need a costume too.”

“Liar.” Brady smirks, leaning back on the high desk. “Ari told me she ordered you guys something. Rude, by the way. Aren’t we supposed to be, like, Barbie and Ken or something?”

“Sure, if you want to guarantee that someone else will be wearing the same outfit. You might as well go as Hugh Hefner and put a tail and bunny ears on me.”

“I don’t know, I think you’d look good hopping around with that booty out.”

A scoff sounds, and we all look over to the source.

It takes Granny Grace a moment to realize and she glances up. “What?”

“Nothing,” I chuckle, passing the diaper bag to Brady, who passes it to Chase, his grin pointed at Granny Grace.

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