Page 592 of The Winslow Brothers

Roman has now managed to get away from Flynn and has joined the toddler crew.

And Roman, Ryder, and Izzy, the three people in this room who can create the most chaos are, in fact, creating the most fucking chaos.

Hawk is crying again, his pacifier out of his mouth, and I hold him close to my chest as I try to get the three terrors away fromthe curtains they’re currently attempting to tear down from the ceiling.

Izzy squeals and Roman screeches and fucking Ryder, the lunatic, keeps ahold of the edges of the curtain and runs away from me like he’s Usain Bolt. The kid is too damn fast, and my hands are already too full with my little buddy, and before I know it, the curtain rod is pulling from the wall and heading straight for the floor.

Flynn and Remy are there, tugging a giggling Iz and Roman out of the way of disaster, but Ryder is a man on a mission to destroy this place.

“Ry!” Flynn shouts toward his maniac spawn. “No! You know the rules!”

“Actually, Flynn, I don’t think Ryder gives a shit about rules,” Ty interjects with a giant grin on his face and his arms full of his little girl Emily and Remy’s little girl Carmen.

“No! No! No! No!” Ryder shouts at the top of his lungs while he’s in the process of tangling himself in the curtain.

Flynn leaves Roman in Remy’s hold to grab Ryder and stop the madness.

Though, Ryder just laughs and laughs, like getting in trouble is his favorite goddamn thing.

“Flynn, my man,” Uncle Brad chimes in. “I’m already praying for you when Ryder reaches his teenage years.”

“Yeah, me too,” Howard chimes in. “Honestly, Wendy and I light a candle for you every time we go to church.”

Flynn just sighs, but when he looks at the crazy two-year-old that is now in his arms, he can’t hold back his grin when Ryder says, “Loves you, Dada! Loves you, Dada!”

Izzy and Roman join him, and before I know it, “Loves you, Dada!” becomes some kind of weird, trippy experience where the three of them start walking around to all the men in the room and hugging us while chanting those very words.

“What is happening? Is this a cult?” Ty questions. “Do they think we’re all their dads?”

I look over at him with wide eyes. “Not going to lie, Rem’s and Flynn’s kids are making me feel like I’m on drugs. Though, right now, I’m just thankful the babies have calmed back down.”

“Dude.” Ty nods. “Same.”

Once the toddlers get bored with their confusing game, they move on to sitting on the floor again and stuffing goldfish crackers into their mouths once Ryder takes it upon himself to raid the bag Lexi carried in.

“Whose idea was it to leave all these kids in our care, anyway?” Ty questions, and I’m personally starting to wonder the same thing. Fucking hell. Maybe Sophie was right to be a little worried.

Four babies and three toddlers feels like a recipe for disaster. Especially when said events involve Ty and Rachel saying “I do.”

“Where did Lexi go?” Ty asks, and Wes is quick to respond.

“Lex had to go meet her boyfriend Connor at the front.”

“What the hell? She’s still with that little con artist?” Remy questions, and Wes just laughs.

“Dude. You gotta let it go.”

“No, I won’t let it go.” Rem shakes his head. “I’ve seen the look in his eyes. He’s trouble.”

“The kid has glasses and carries a Rubik’s Cube around with him all the time. He’s the opposite of trouble, my man,” I respond with a grin and adjust Hawk’s pacifier in his mouth. “Plus, his name is Connor. There is absolutely nothing dangerous about that name.”

“So, if Connor isn’t the name of a kid you should be worried about, what exactly does a name like Hawk instill?” Rem quirks a questioning eyebrow at me, and I just grin like the proud papa I am.

“Hawk is a strong, badass name. The ladies will flock to him, and I’m sure the parents will be worried. As they should.”

“Hawk,” Ty says through a snort. “I still can’t believe Sophie let you name your kid after a bird.”

“Have you ever seen a hawk, bro? They’re huge. Cool as shit. I fudging wish my name was Hawk.” I shrug. “Plus, Soph lost a bet. And well, you know how I am about bets. You always gotta pay up, especially when the dues are owed tomoi.”

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