“You won’t see me turning down pizza. Carbs be damned.”
“And the guys will enjoy a cheat day. Sure, it’s right before training camp, but they can have one day, right?”
“Knox is the stickler on that more so than the others, but I can guarantee that man will gladly consume pizza for Cam.” Bellamy laughs.
“Okay, why don’t we add salad, too. That will make us all feel less guilty for the carb overload.”
Rowan points at me. “I like the way you think.”
Bellamy agrees to handle the salad, Rowan is taking care of the pizza order, Corie has the jerseys under control, Amanda offers to decorate, and I… well, I offered to take care of the cake for Baker. I have so many ideas, and I can’t wait to see them come alive.
By the time Landry calls out that the food is here, the party is planned, and we’re all excited to celebrate Camden. He’s the sweetest little boy, and it’s an honor to be a part of his life like this. His mother might not want to be a part of his world, but he has five ladies who love him and want to make his day extra special.
“Training camp is going to kill us,” Knox groans, sitting back in his chair. “We should have grilled some chicken,” he says, looking at the now-empty Chinese container in front of him.
“Live a little, babe,” Corie teases.
“It’s worth it,” Reid says, shoving the last bite of egg roll into his mouth. Coral, who’s sitting on Foster’s lap, watches her daddy’s every move.
“Daddy’s going to be slow as fu—fudge, Coral,” Foster tells the baby. She just coos up at him, which has Foster smiling down at her.
“When can I have a turn?” Landry whines.
“You had her most of the time at the park,” Foster points out.
“That’s because my man Cam was on the move,” Landry says, grabbing Rowan’s leftover egg roll and shoving it into his mouth.
“I’m next,” Knox tells him.
“That would be me.” Corie raises her hand. “You all had both kids all morning. You have to share,” she tells her husband.
“When our baby gets here—” Knox starts, but Rowan interrupts him.
“You’ll share them with us.” She gives her brother-in-law an exaggerated smile.
“What she said.” I point at Rowan.
Knox grumbles something about stealing his kid, and I smile.
Baker’s phone rings, and he looks at the screen. “I need to take this.”
“Come to Uncle Knox, big man.” Knox reaches for Camden, who’s still chewing on an egg roll, not a single care in the world.
Baker stands and walks away. I can’t help but wonder if it’s Natasha and more drama coming from her. Maybe she decided to come home after all and wants to see Camden. For the little guy, I hope that’s the case.
“Well, sh—shoot,” Baker says, dropping back into his seat, glancing over at his son.
I’m proud of the guys. They’ve done so well cleaning up their potty mouths when the kids are around.
“What’s up?” Reid asks him.
Baker runs his hands through his hair. “That was Mrs. Ward. Apparently, her daughter is expecting twins, her first grandchildren, and she’s moving to be closer to her so she can watch her grandkids.”
“Damn,” Reid mutters.
“I’m happy for her, and I knew that this might one day be a possibility, but with Natasha being as flaky as she’s been, and training camp starting next week, I’m in a bind.”
“When is she quitting?” Bellamy asks. “Did she give you notice?”
