Page 34 of Judge
“Get that in ya and then we need to get going. That smug bitch will never let me hear the end of it,” Kaia mumbles the last part, my ears pricking up at that.
“Who’s the smug bitch?” I ask, watching the kids drink their breakfasts, put on socks and generally rush from one side of the room to the other doing who knows what.
“Toby’s mom and Mom’s nemesis,” Jax smirks.
“She’s a total thundercunt. She’s always trying to get the kids kicked offf the soccer team. Annie because she’s a girl, and Jax because he’s better than her crappy son,” Kaia grumbles, moving around the kitchen with ease.
She has on one of those mom sports tops, it’s in the team colors with “Kennedy” written across the top back. She then moves into the living room, scooping up bags, two fold out chairs, and a box of bottled water.
“Here, give me that,” I roll my eyes, grabbing everything off her in one fell swoop. She stares at me for a long moment, before her lips tip up.
“I’m glad you could make it. Now, lets go watch the kids fuck up their opponent.”
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“Holy shit,” Kaia whispers, taking in the DRMC setup.
When I told my brothers that I would be busy this morning watching the kids play soccer, I knew that they’d come out in full force. And full force they did. They’ve set up a pop up gazebo, there’s a drinks stand, the women are all in black and yellow, the twins’ team colors, and the men are sitting with beers in hand even though it’s 9am. A stark contrast to the other soccer moms, who are all in athleisure (that’s what Annie called it) with husbands who were probably good at sport once, but are now all fat, bald and dangerously red looking.
“Ah, if it’s too much and you want to sit away from us, that’s OK,” I murmur, not wanting to embarrass her or the kids.
“What the hell are you talking about? This is awesome! Chelsea Wilson can bring it on!” Kaia makes her way over to the Ol Ladies, a huge grin on her face.
“Who the hell is Chelsea Wilson?” I ask the twins who, like their mom, are staring at the DRMC set up in awe.
“Mom’s, nemesis, Toby Wilson’s mom.” Annie points to a chunky ginger with acne warming up on the field.
“Thinks he’s hot shit because his dad played high school football and got a scholarship. Then blew his knee out and now he owns the carpet store in town,” Jax adds, throwing his overly full backpack into the DRMC pop up gazebo.
“OK babies, I made you some energy bars, so get those into you quickly before you warm up. They’ll keep you going,” Mama Debs bustles over to the twins, tupperware container lid off, waving the bars in the kids’ faces even though they both had smoothies about ten minutes ago.
Looking around, the DRMC bigger littles are over with some other kids their age. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but I can see juice boxes changing hands as well as Elio writing something on a note pad. If they were any other kids, I’d think it was innocent. They aren’t though, so I make a note to check in with them later. Moving my gaze around the field, the women are gathered together, babies on picnic blankets on the ground even though the morning is still a little cooler. My brows pinch when I realize Kaia isn’t with the women anymore. Moving to walk around the gazebo, my eyes find her, gesticulating wildly at some tall, scarily thin blonde in one of those puffy vest things with spray on clothing underneath. A large, sweaty man steps up to join the conversation against my woman and my legs have me hurtling in their direction before I can even think about it.
“What’s going on, Little Mama?” I murmur to Kaia, ignoring the disgusted look she gives me at the nickname.
“Oh, the usual. Chelsea and Roger here are bitching about the twins. Oh, and the MC.” Kaia crosses her arms over her chest, her breasts instantly sitting higher, in the gaze of the big, red, sweaty guy.
Stepping in front of her to break his eye contact with her tits, I stare him down until he squirms. “What’s your problem with the MC?”
He narrows his eyes at me, before they dart to the DRMC gazebo and back, “It’s a kids’ soccer game, no need for your type.” He puffs himself up. All that does is turn him even redder in the face.
“My type has every right to be anywhere we like. We’re going to stay and watchmykids,” I glower.
“Wait,yourkids?! I knew Annie-Bella and Jax were trash!” The blonde shrieks before her eyes grow wide. “Leo? Leo Jackson?”
“How the fuck do you know my name?” My eyes narrow and I don’t recognise this awful bitch at all. No one calls my kids trash.
She throws her head back and cackles before staring me in the eyes, licking her pumped up lips obscenely. Kaia snorts loudly behind me and I take a step back as the scary blonde leans into me.
“Oh come on, Leo, youknowwho I am.” Her gaze runs up and down my body as her husband starts making grumbling sounds behind her back.
“Yeah, Leo, don’t you recognise your old flame?” Kaia teases, stepping up to my side, a smirk on her face.
Scary blonde runs a single red talon down the center of my chest, licking those goddamn shiny beach ball lips again. “Oh you know who I am. I sucked that soul of yours right out of your cock,” she makes a slurping noise before cackling again.
“Jesus Christ, that’s enough! Chelsea, we’re leaving.” Her husband grips her around her scrawny bicep, pulling her away. “Just keep your trash kids away from ours!”
Snapping my head to Kaia I wait for her to stop her hysterical laughter before I growl at her. “Who the fuck was that? And why the hell are you laughing so much?”
