Page 30 of Catching Feelings

Her hair is in two high ponytails with Boston Revolutions scrunchies around each. Under her eyes are two swatches with Nash’s number on it.

“You are the cutest Revs fan here, Paisley pie.”

“You’re cute too.” She squishes my cheeks then squirms her way out of my arms to lean over the railing and wave to her dad.

“We would have been here earlier to watch the guys warm up, but little P here felt the need to point out every Humphries jersey we walked by. Which turned into Miss Social Pants telling everyone wearing the jersey that Nash is her daddy.” Kendall shakes her head with a grin.

“And you’re my mommy.”

“True dat.”

We settle in our seats, and when Riley arrives, we take turns holding Emmitt, as well as taking turns walking around the stadium with Paisley when she doesn’t want to sit still anymore.

At the end of the game, we make our way through the throng of Rev fans celebrating the win and hang out in the waiting area for friends and family.

One of the amazing perks of being tight with a few of the players. Connections and all.

“There’s my wife and son,” Walker says, ignoring the rest of us and scooping Riley and Emmitt into his arms like he hasn’t seen them in months instead of a few hours.

“Great game, Daddy.” Riley tips her head back to kiss her husband.

“Get a room,” Miles says behind him, smacking Walker on the back.

“Gladly.” Walker nestles Emmitt against his chest.

“Kidding, Bankes. You coming out to celebrate tonight?”

“Nah. I’m sure Riley and the baby are tired.”

“Emmitt can sleep anywhere. Riles, you want some adult time, don’t you?” Miles drapes his arm over her shoulder.

“I’d love to, but I don’t think bringing a four-month-old to a bar is a good idea.”

“Uncle Jackson will babysit.” Jackson takes the sleeping baby from his brother and lightly taps his back. “You kids go have fun. It’s been forever since you let me hang with my nephew and we’re due for some male bonding time.”

“You watched him last week.” Riley strokes Emmitt’s cheeks.

“For an hour while you took a long bath and fell asleep reading a book in the tub. My boy and I need a solid night of partying together.”

“You hear Uncle Jackson,” Miles says. “Kendall, you coming too?”

Before she can respond, Taylor scoops up Paisley. “I’d like more time with Princess Paisley. What do you say? Want to hang out with Uncle Jackson and Uncle Taylor tonight while the big kids do their boring big kid stuff?”

“Will you let me paint your nails?”

“Only if you let me paint yours.”

“Deal!” Paisley squeals. “Can we go now?”

“So easily replaced,” Nash grumbles, coming up behind Kendall and kissing her cheek.

Kendall turns in his arms. “She knows how much you love socializing and dancing with your wife.”

“I didn’t say anything about dancing.”

“I’ll cover for you, Potato,” Miles offers, then looks at me for the first time. “You coming too, Row?”

“I rode in with Jackson.”

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