“Yes. I want to check on Cam.”
I hold out my hand for her and lead her upstairs. We stop by Camden’s room, and he’s sleeping soundly, so I pull her down the hall to our room. It’s technically mine, or the one I use up here, but everything I am belongs to her, so it’s now ours.
I trail kisses down her neck as my hand slides under her sweatshirt. She buries her hands in my hair, and any exhaustion I felt from the game disappears. Reaching for the waistband of her leggings, I start to undress her when Camden lets out a cry. I pull back, resting my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath.
She traces her hand over my hard cock. “I’ll go. He can’t see this,” she says, kissing me one more time, before going to check on my son.
A few minutes later, she appears with Cam in her arms. “He wants to see his daddy,” she says.
“Come here, bud.” He reaches out for me, and I take him to bed and cuddle him close. My eyes find Sloane’s. “Sorry,” I whisper. “Rain check?”
“He comes first. Always. You’re a dad, Baker. I know that.”
“Come here.” She moves closer, and I shift us around so that I’m holding both of them as we drift off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sloane
* * *
Tonight has been so much fun. Everyone met us here, then we loaded the kids up in the wagon and took off around the neighborhood. All five of the guys were troopers with dressing up and playing their part. Amanda ended up canceling. Something about Ethan having to work and her not feeling well. I’m not sure I believe it, but we all told her to feel better and to let us know if she needed anything.
I think her husband refused to participate, and she didn’t want to have to make excuses for him again. I could be wrong, and I hope that I am—not that I want her to be sick—but I do want her husband to make time for her.
“I can’t believe they thought the two of you were dressed up as yourselves.” Corie laughs.
We’re all back at Baker’s place after a night of trick-or-treating, talking about the night. We ordered pizza and wings and are waiting for them to arrive. “We were us,” Foster says, looking down at his jersey. “It’s not hard to be me.”
“What he said.” Baker grins. “You did well, babe. We had to put in minimal effort.” He chuckles.
“You’re welcome.” I grin up at him, and Foster holds up his hand for a high-five, and I slap my palm against his.
“I know, but they thought you were not the real you dressed as you,” Corie says, shaking her head.
“And what about you all?” I ask Corie. “That kid was all ‘Ma’am, your husband looks like Knox Beckett,” I tease.
“I know. I wanted so badly to tell him he was right, but I knew with all five of them there, we’d get mobbed.” She grins.
“It was nice,” Landry says, “to be out like that and have people think we looked like us, but didn’t bother us like they would if they knew that it really was us.”
“That’s… confusing.” Rowan sniggers.
“Well, my costume was the best. Not one person spotted me,” Reid boasts.
“It’s the cow ears, and that pink belly, my man,” Baker jokes. “No one is expecting one of the best, if not the best, tight ends in the league to be the head of a cute-ass cow family.” He chuckles.
“Best.” Reid smirks. “The numbers don’t lie, and I know. That’s why it was the best. I had a hassle-free night with my girls and my friends. We have to do this every year,” he says. “Halloween, we can be us, and no mob. We should have thought of this sooner.”
“Daddy, open,” Camden says, rushing into the kitchen and handing Baker a piece of candy he somehow managed to grab out of his bucket. I thought I put that up. I look up at the cabinet and sure enough, it’s there. It must be a straggler he had hidden or something.
“After dinner,” he tells him.
“Swoan, open.” He comes to me next, pulling on my cheerleader skirt.
“Daddy said after dinner,” I remind him. He huffs out a breath and surveys the room before rushing over to Landry.
“Una Wandry, open,” he says, and I can see on Landry’s face he’s going to cave.
