Another…Is Davinci Bryns in a relationship? Is this why we’ve been hearing talks of retirement?
Let’stalk about the main character energy that is this fur baby.
Me: Shit is crazy. My bad.
Angel:It’s fine. We’ll just confirm it on game day. See you later, baby.
I put my phone away and looked down at Brixxi, who had relaxed enough to close her eyes.
“See?” I said to Chance. “Told you we’d be fine.”
“Man, Halo got you wrapped around her finger.”
“And?”
He just laughed and shook his head.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of noise, cameras, and people trying to get my attention. But I stayed in the VIP section, kept Brixxi close, and counted down the minutes until I could leave.
By one a.m., I was done. I packed Brixxi back into her carrier, said my goodbyes, and headed out. Langston was waiting by the car.
“Where to, Vin?”
“We gotta pick my baby up from work.”
I meant I wasn’t letting her drive this late.
We pulled up to the station at 1:45 AM. A few firefighters were outside, looking dead on their feet. Quitting time was in the air as they cleaned equipment and talked shit.
I spotted Halo immediately. She was leaning against the engine, hair down now, looking exhausted but still beautiful. When she saw the truck pull up, her whole face changed.
I got out with Brixxi in my arms, and Halo met me halfway.
“Hey,” she said softly, reaching for her first. She went crazy, licking at her face and wiggling. “Hi, baby. Did you have fun with Daddy?”
“Daddy?” I raised an eyebrow.
She looked up at me, grinning. “You heard me.”
I pulled her into me with my free arm, kissing her forehead. “How was the shift?”
“Long. Exhausting. But I’m good now.” She looked between Brixxi and me. “Thank you. For everything. I know this wasn't how you planned to spend your night.”
“It was exactly how I wanted to spend it,” I said. “Taking care of you.”
She blinked fast, fighting tears again, and I kissed her before she could start crying in front of her coworkers.
“Come on,” I said, guiding her toward the truck. “Let’s go home.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Ours,” I said. “You’re coming to mine. You need sleep, and I’m not letting you drive.”
“What about my car?”
“I got it, Lo.”
“Thank you, baby.”
