“Well, the universe might hear you and think eventually means now.”
“Mac would happily take your spot on defense, so would Gage,” Brody adds.
“For fuck’s sake, stop!” Kellan throws his hands in the air.
“Goalies, always so superstitious.” Phillip shakes his head while smiling.
“You should see some of the stuff Roman does before his team plays.” Lexi hugs his arm.
“Does he still insist on an apple every game?” Hammer asks.
“I like apples.” Roman smirks down at Lexi. “Especially with caramel dip.”
“Please don’t look at each other like that in front of me,” Hammer jokes.
Roman arches a brow.
Dallas clinks his knife against the side of his pint glass.
Hemi widens her eyes at him. “Thunder stealer!”
“Honey, I can’t hold it in.”
She rolls her eyes but gives him the go-on motion.
Shilpa grins. Hammer bites her lips together.
I already know what they’re about to tell us.
“I got my wife pregnant!” Dallas is absolutely beaming as he hugs Hemi to his side.
The table erupts in excited chaos. I jump up to hug Hemi, along with the rest of the Babes, while the guys congratulate Dallas on his virility.
We lob questions at her, like when is the baby due, how far along is she, and does this mean her brothers will finally settle down and have a baby-making competition where they try to pop out the most babies in the shortest span of time.
“You know Samir will try and get his wife pregnant with triplets just for bragging rights,” Dallas says.
“He would absolutely do that,” Hemi agrees. “He just needs to find someone to marry first.”
“Those two as uncles will be something,” Phillip laughs.
“I would pay money to see Sam hold a baby,” Brody says.
Tristan snorts a laugh. “Can you imagine how protective those two would be if they end up with a niece?”
The table erupts in chatter and laughter.
I hug Phillip’s arm and kiss the edge of his jaw.
He gazes down at me. “What are you thinking about?”
“Just how amazing it is that we get to be aunts and uncles to all our friends’ babies.”
“We’ll have lots of practice by the time we’re ready for our own,” Phillip agrees.
I smile up at him. “I’m excited for us.”
“Me, too, kitten.”
