Page 75 of Staying Selfless

Ian begins to laugh uncontrollably, covering his mouth and trying to keep his giggles contained.

“What’s so funny?”

“You...you...you can’t wear green.”

“Why not?”

“That’s the bad guys.”

I can’t help but laugh, remembering that the last game Ian came to was against Michigan State, and they were wearing their green jerseys that game. I’m pretty sure Trev tells him who to cheer for based on the color of uniforms we’re wearing.

I attempt to hold back my amused smile. “Well, how about if I get a new team jersey, I’ll just send you one, so you know who to root for?”

His cheeks go rosy once again as he nods in agreement.

Seth starts to fuss in Logan’s arms, but she continues to eat her dinner as she begins to bounce him, unfazed by the whole thing. He quickly calms, falling right back to sleep as Logan continues to surprise and impress me more and more.

After dinner, we say our goodbyes and hit the road, knowing that Trev and Stacey needed to get the boys to bed. The drive home goes by way too quickly as Logan keeps her hand intertwined with mine, draped over the center console.

I like being out at the pond, and I like being with Trev and Stacey, so I’m always a little bummed on my drive back to campus.

As soon as I park my truck in front of the hockey house, I take Logan’s hand that’s intertwined with mine, peppering the back of it with kisses.

“I had the best day, baby. Thank you.” I drop my head back on the headrest behind me, facing her.

“Well, it’s not over yet,” she says, earning a questioning look from me. “I just mean you haven’t had cake yet. No birthday is complete without cake.”

“Cake?” I ask, “or cake?” I add with a suggestive glance, my gaze wandering over her body, landing somewhere around her ass.

“Birthday cake, you perv. But play your cards right, and you might just get a handful of the other cake too.”

“But for real, you made me a birthday cake?” I softly ask my sweet girl.

Logan is an incredible baker, a talent of hers I’ve learned was inherited from her mom. And I know that anything she makes will be amazing.

“Well. I didn’t make it. Come on, I’ll explain inside.” She opens her door and hops out, silently asking me to follow her.

When we step inside the hockey house, it’s eerily quiet. This place is never quiet. Even when it’s not full of random party-goers, it’s filled with rowdy hockey boys playing video games or wrestling in the living room.

I follow my girl as she confidently makes her way through my house, seeming to know exactly where she’s going. As soon as we turn the corner to the kitchen, I’m greeted with a shitload of guys yelling, “happy birthday!” at me.

Almost my entire team is here, including the guys that don’t live at the hockey house. And of course, Marc and Ali are here too, as everyone surrounds the kitchen island where a birthday cake sits front and center.

“What the fuck?” I ask with a startled laugh seeing the crowd of my teammates here.

“I made you a cake!” Goody proudly throws his arms up.

“You made that?” I motion towards the cake, thoroughly impressed that it looks as edible as it does.

“Yeah! Logan sent me the recipe today. I honestly have no idea if it tastes good, but it doesn’t look like complete shit, so that’s a start.”

“I felt bad that you didn’t get to hang out with your teammates last night, so I thought we could make up for it tonight.” Logan runs a soothing hand up my arm.

I pull her in before kissing her temple. She shouldn’t feel bad at all. I spent last night exactly where I wanted to be—buried between her legs.

Cam piles on the candles before lighting them, instructing my team to burst into song.

Having people sing you “Happy Birthday” is awkward as fuck. Like what do I do with my hands? And everyone is just staring at me while they sing off-key.

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