Page 125 of His Team

I frown down at my phone. My guilt for ordering the death of a man is not as heavy as I thought it would be. I feel relief more than anything.

My phone dings and I reach to read the text. My emotions don’t change as I read the word. It feels more like a confirmation.

Uri:Done.

I nod and start to jog back toward the house. At least I gave it a few days to think about it. That says something for my moral compass.

Dez is a piece of shit and I’m not going to allow him to hurt my family. If anyone is to grieve or mourn, it will be his folks. Not mine.

Receiving a call last night that Dez has an attorney who could stand a shot at getting him released was my true deciding factor. There’s no way Sammy could know the things he said to me.

Uri was right, Dez is not the type of man who you leave alive. I did things the way I knew how to back then. I’m trusting Uri’s way now.

When I get back to the house, I know right away everyone’s wide awake. I can hear Amina fussing at the boys as I step through the door and Cecilia is babbling as if repeating her mama’s words.

“Chance, Cade, come eat breakfast. I don’t want to hear you’re hungry later at practice. You’re not filling up on snacks either,” Mina calls after the boys.

As I walk into the kitchen, she’s spooning some type of baby food and cereal into Cecilia’s little mouth, probably apricots. My baby girl’s favorite. I lean down to kiss Cecilia’s forehead and tickle her belly.

Her little eyes sparkle at me. She’s the most adorable seven-month-old I’ve ever seen and I’m not saying that because she’s mine. Mina and I make gorgeous babies.

Cecilia didn’t get my blue eyes like Chance and Cade. She has her own colorless eyes that pick up whatever she’s wearing. On top of that, her orbs are huge, making her look like a little baby doll.

She’s a darker brown like her mama. My boys are more toffee colored. They look just like me, but my baby girl is a mix of us. She has her mama’s dark hair, but my boys have more of a sandy-brown color to theirs.

Chuckling, I kiss Cecilia’s chubby cheek as she coos at me and laughs from her high chair. Just looking at her makes me want to make another one.

I move to kiss Amina as I have the thought. It doesn’t last long. The doorbell rings as the boys come running into the kitchen.

“I’ll get it,” Cade sings.

“No, you won’t. Go sit and eat. I’ll get it.”

I turn and head for the front door. It’s probably Mina’s mother. She comes to help Amina out in the mornings.

“Good morning,” she sings as I open the door.

“Good morning,” I murmur and kiss her on the cheek as she enters the house.

“Where are my grandbabies? I have gifts for them.”

I shake my head. This is why all three of my kids are spoiled. My mama don’t help none either.

I thought my folks getting a place here in New York was going to be a bad idea, but the kids love it. Mama has gotten her shit together finally.

“I’m heading for a shower, baby,” I call to Amina before jogging upstairs.

Maribel

I make my way upstairs after my mother takes over feeding Cecilia and the boys. When I woke this morning, Cam wasn’t in bed next to me and Cecilia was in her crib.

My curiosity was piqued because my husband usually wakes me before he goes for a morning run. He seemed to have hadsomething on his mind for the last few days. I haven’t had a chance to pry as I’ve been busy with the baby and the boys and their sports.

Leave it to my sons to be multisport kids. I’m always at this game or that. If they don’t eat me out of house and home, they’re sure to put a hurting on my pocketbook with cleats for this and coaches for that.

I don’t mind. I love my boys and seeing them happy as they play and find their way in sports. I’m glad they have decided to try other sports outside baseball. I don’t want to feel like we forced them into their father’s interests.

I walk into the bathroom, where the shower is running. I bite my lip as my husband’s tight ass comes into view. This man is still fine as fuck.

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