Page 165 of Becoming Selfish

“Well, Maddison,” Logan begins, pointing to Ian’s chest. “That’s a cool jersey you got on there.” Ian is wearing the tiny jersey I sent him with my last name on it. You know, since it’s his name now, too, apparently.

Ian doesn’t respond. Instead, his pale cheeks turn rosy as he lifts his shoulder, touching his face to it and giving Logan his sweetest smile.

Little flirt.

“I almost didn’t believe Trev when he told me that Eli brought someone to the pond. I had to see it to believe it,” Stacey says, looking to Logan.

Logan’s smile beams. “Your property is so beautiful. I want to get back out there soon.”

“Anytime. We would love to have you guys out. If you wait another month, the pond should be frozen over, and there will probably be a fourth.” Stacey rubs her pregnant belly.

“You look great, Stace.”

“Eli, you sweet liar. I look like I have a basketball stuffed under my shirt and my feet are the size of balloons.”

“Still look great,” I remind her with a shrug.

“So, this is where my son learned to flirt,” Trev chimes in, giving me shit. “It’s all making sense.”

“You wanna go see the locker room?” I ask the little blond boy in my arms.

He quickly nods his head in enthusiastic agreement.

“Be right back,” I tell Logan as I lean over and give her a swift kiss.

Ian lays his head on my shoulder as I carry him to the locker room, and I’m pretty sure Logan’s ovaries are doing cartwheels as she watches us walk away.

I take Ian on a tour around the empty locker room while my giant hand engulfs his tiny one. His blue eyes are big and bright as he looks at the player stalls with all the hockey equipment inside.

“What do you think?” I ask, looking down at the little guy by my side.

He doesn’t respond but instead continues to hold my hand, shyly putting his other fingers in his mouth and giving me a nod of approval.

“Are you going to play here one day?”.

He shyly nods again.

“She...she your wife?” Ian asks out of nowhere, pointing towards the hall.

“Logan?”

Again, he shyly nods.

I bend down, making myself eye level with him. “No, little man, she’s not my wife.”

I’m not sure if he knows what a girlfriend is, and I’m pretty sure the only other people he’s seen kiss are his parents, so it makes sense why he thinks we are married.

Ian’s big blue eyes go wide with excitement at my answer.

“Whoa. Just because Logan isn’t my wife doesn’t mean she’s not taken. Get in line, buddy,” I playfully tell him with furrowed brows.

“She has pretty hair,” he shyly tells me.

“Right? The prettiest.”

Picking up the kid, I carry him back to where his parents and my girl are waiting. “I’m gonna need you to stop being such a flirt, though,” I whisper. “Your dad is going to kill me if you pick up any more game.”

“We’ll let you guys go. I know you need to get on the road,” Trev says. “Thanks for the tickets.”

---