Page 146 of Crazy Love

“I’m not sure I’m alive,” Bowie says groggily. “Elias has his days and nights mixed up.”

“Whew, that’s rough,” Henley says. “That’s how Gracie was.”

“It’s commendable that you showed,” Weston tells Bowie. “We could’ve rescheduled.”

Bowie shrugs. “I wanted to see you guys, and it might be months before Elias sleeps through the night, so…I may as well get back in newborn mode.”

“In other words, we need to get all our sleep now,” Rhodes says, pointing around the room.

“Message received,” I say. I lean forward. “I have something to bring to the table…unless there’s something we need to talk about.”

They shake their heads.

“Bring it,” Henley says.

“Yeah, what is it?” Weston asks.

“Single Dad Players. It doesn’t work anymore. The name. I mean, you know itneverworked for me, but…” I tease.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve had plenty to say about the name,” Rhodes grumps. “But it’s legacy.”

“What would we change it to?” Weston asks.

I hold out my hand. “That’s what I think we should decide today. Something that fits who we all are now.”

“You think we can come up with something better?” Henley asks.

“Absolutely.” I grin. “Let’s come up with some pitches.”

“Dad Players?” Weston says, wrinkling his nose.

“Sounds weird,” Henley says. “And a little gross.”

“Yeah, it’s a no,” Rhodes confirms.

Bowie finally lifts his head. “What about Dad Squad?”

Weston perks up. “That’s not bad.”

“Team Dad?” Henley says.

“Sounds like a bad reality show,” Rhodes says.

“Dad Committee?” Henley tries again.

Bowie rubs his face. “We’re not a committee.”

“Dad Crew?” Weston offers.

“Boy band,” I say.

“Okay…what about something more sophisticated?” Weston says. “Like…Dad Collective.”

“Sounds like a commune,” I say.

Weston sighs. “Dad Syndicate?”

Rhodes gives him a dead stare. “What are we, the mafia?”

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