Page 591 of The Winslow Brothers

No offense to my nephew Wes Jr. or my nieces Carmen and Emily, but Hawk is the baby who is stealing the show today. Like father, like son, I guess.

“You good, Lexi?” I ask, and she looks up from her spot on the floor, where she is keeping Izzy, Roman, and Ryder—the toddlers of the group—occupied with some kind of game that includes them guessing which ball she puts under a cup.

“Yep,” she tells me just as Roman shouts, “More! More, Lex!”

“More, Lex! More!” Izzy giggles and claps her hands, and Ryder fucks the whole thing up by standing up and kicking down the cups with one fat toddler foot.

“No, no, Ryder,” Lex tells him, but the little lunatic just grins and sits back down.

If there is one kid to keep as many eyes on as possible, it’s Flynn’s son Ryder. At a little over two years old, he’s pretty much a lunatic. Cute as hell, butwild as hell. The kid is the definition of zero fucks given.

I move my attention back to the babies, all four of them still sleeping.

And Sophie was worried we couldn’t handle this shit.Ha. I’d say we’ve got it covered.

I even pull my phone out of my pocket to let her know just that, snapping a picture of the whole beautiful scene.

Me: I told you we could handle it, babe.

Sophie: Actually, it looks like LEXI is handling it.

I smirk.

Me: Same difference. The Winslow Daddy Day Care knows how to handle shit, even if that means bringing in reinforcements that can occupy the toddlers. You boozing it up over there?

Sophie: I am, in fact, enjoying a nice glass of champagne.

“Hey, Uncle Jude, can you keep an eye on the toddlers?” Lexi asks me, and I look away from my phone to see her standing up from her spot on the floor.

“Uh…yeah…sure. No problem,” I tell her, stealing a quick glance at all the kids again, and when I note that the toddlers are currently playing with Lego and the babies are still sleeping, I go back to my conversation with Soph.

Honestly, I’m practically vibrating over the excitement that includes my woman being a little buzzed up tonight. For one, after being pregnant and then handling the newborn phase of our baby Hawk’s little life, she deserves it. And two, well, my sexy lady tends to get wild and crazy whenever she has a little alcohol in her system. I love when Sophie gets wild and crazy because it usually ends with my cock inside her perfect cunt.

Me: I can’t be sure, babe, but once our little man is asleep, I feel like tonight is going to be a three-badge kind of night.

Sophie: You’re crazy, but also, COUNT ME IN.

Fuck, I love her.

I’m grinning like a real bastard as I slide my phone back into my pocket, but when I look up to check on the kids again, I see that Ryder and Roman and Izzy are no longer sitting on the floor.

What the hell? Where’d they go?

Quickly, I scan the room and spot the three little monsters over by the food area where sandwiches and drinks were set out by Julie, Ty and Rachel’s wedding planner and one of Sophie’s best friends.

When Ryder pulls a metal tray off the table, a loudbang!echoes in the room and startles all four of the previously sleeping babies.

It’s a domino effect of crying—first, Emily, then Carmen, then Wes Jr., and then my little man Hawk.

Shit.

Flynn heads over to the table to get control of the toddlers, and Rem, Ty, Wes, and I head over to the babies, picking up our own kids to try to calm them down.

Hawk is easy to please with a pacifier in his mouth, but when I look back up, I realize the three-on-one situation that Flynn is dealing with isn’t panning out so well.

He has Roman, but Izzy and Ryder have now moved on to one of the windows, and Ryder is just tugging on a long curtain like the Incredible Hulk.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Flynn. Remy!” Ty exclaims on a whisper-yell as he tries to calm his baby Emily down with bouncing movements and pats to her back. “Your kids are tearing this place to shreds! Do you have any idea the things I had to promise to get the Carlyle to agree to another one of our weddings here?”

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