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Igrunt as I toss my phone down in my lap and roll my head around my shoulders. I took a hard hit last night and I was barely able to sleep.

The group of us are in the back of the jet, getting settled down before take off. I’m looking forward to a few days off, we don’t have another game until Thursday and it’s at home, thank fuck.

Nolan tosses me a bottle of water from his bag and winks at me. “Your neck hurting, old man? Want me to come over and take care of your girl for you?”

I roll my eyes, chugging the water before tossing the empty bottle back at his face. “Fuck off. My dick still works just fine.”

Logan and Landon chuckle and James just shakes his head. “So youarefucking the nanny?”

I shrug and close my eyes as I lean back. “Once. Her friend is staying with us… She’s going through some shit, that’s why Marie is heading over there today.”

James nods and pulls out his phone. “Yep, she’s on her way over there now. Hope the poor woman is okay, Marie said shewon’t tell me shit after the appointment anyway. So tell your girl that she has nothing to worry about.” I nod and pull out my phone to let Lillian know that Marie is on her way over.

I feel like an ass for not talking to her much while we were out, but I had to work through my shit. I felt like I was jumping into another relationship too damn quickly.

I wanted to focus on my girls, enjoy being single, not having to worry about another adult or what they want from me.

But Lillian… She's a breath of fresh air. She’s real, amazing, and classically gorgeous. Loves the girls and wants what’s best for them.

She’s down to earth. Her scent, her body, and damn, her pussy wrapped around my cock was the closest to heaven that I’ve ever been.

She’s perfect, and after Malek did some digging into Brittany’s whereabouts and found her in some rehab in Southern California, I had flipped out. Started questioning everyone and everything again.

I don’t trust she’s really there to better herself. Either she was coerced into it by her parents, or she’s doing it to sway the courts into her favor to bleed me of more money and to try to take the girls away from me.

Lillian was thinking more about the girls, hoping that they could have a real relationship with Brittany… but she’s had over ten years to change. I don’t trust it. Then I got to thinking about how fucking hard I’m falling for Lillian.

After freaking out and calling Andy to gather information on her and her medical records, she told me the truth without me even having to prompt her. She can’t have kids, I’m turning forty next year. I’m retiring after this season ends.

Do I even want more kids? She’s so damn young. Not even thirty. She mentioned having her eggs frozen and that scared me.

My youngest is two. I don’t know if I can do it all over again. The sleepless nights, bottles, and diaper changes. I rarely have to change Tilly anymore since Lillian is always there and now she’s finally potty training.

We have so much to talk about. What’s going on with us? How long does she want to be a nanny for? Does she want to get a teaching job? Does she want me?

Does she want kids?

And if so, we have to stop this before it fully begins, even if I’m already on the edge of the damn cliff. I don’t think I can be in the house again without her there.

“Morgan.”

I open my eyes and look around with a frown. James is laughing and shaking his head.

“I was talking to you about the cookout next weekend. We should figure out who’s bringing what.”

I shrug and point to Nolan. “Ask that guy, I’ll buy some beer and water. I’m sure Lillian will want to put together a salad and vegetables for everyone. Maybe some turkey burgers or chicken breasts.”

Nolan gags. “Fuck that shit. I’ll bring over my cooler. I’ll grab steaks, corn, potatoes, and burgers. Someone else that has a woman… have her make potato salad. I’ve been craving that. I’ll also bring some whiskey.”

I shrug and holler for Alexi to join us, he can fill the other guys in that want to join. “Hey! Does your wife cook?”

He pads down the aisle and frowns at me. “Yeah, for what?”

Nolan takes over and tells him that his wife needs to bring potato salad and anything else she wants to make. Flight checks are complete and it’s finally time to take off. I can’t wait to sleep in my own damn bed, preferably with Lillian wrapped around me.

We really need the girls to sleep in their own bed.

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