Page 64 of Skating the Blue Line
The dude is a man of little words but sometimes I can’t help but to agree with him.
“He won’t. He’s going to antagonize Jacobi until the kid storms off,” coach answers.
Another man that I tend to agree with.
Well when it comes to hockey. There’s some personal shit that he can work on.
“I’m breaking them up. It's the same shit every single time.” I say, shaking my head.
Today is an off day, so thank god we don’t have a game or these two would be embarrassing the whole team in front of the fans.
We don’t need that shit. We’re currently not only at the top of our division but we are a game away from being at the top of our conference. If these two continue to argue like a bunch of babies over stupid shit, it could come and kick us in the ass.
Leaving coach and Logan behind, I skate over to Tweddle Dum and Dee and get between them.
“You two done?” I ask, looking between the two of them.
“Not until he admits that I beat him in that race.” Blake argues, crossing his arms across his chest.
“You didn’t beat me. I won by a literal strand.” Christian throws back. From the smirk on his face, I know that he knows that Blake won, but he's going to continue to gaslight probably until he makes him cry.
Children. I’m dealing with fucking children.
Is this what being a dad is going to be like?
Getting in the middle of arguments about who is faster?
God, I hope Chloe has a girl, because no way in hell am I going to be able to handle boys and their damn competitiveness. Especially if the kid takes after me. My competitiveness has only gotten worse since I was a kid but at least it’s not at the level of these two.
I sigh.
There is one way to settle this and the second that the suggestion leaves my mouth, I’m going to regret it.
“Just have another race and end this shit. I don’t want to hear you two whine all day.”
Both men turn to look at me and give a smirk.
Yup. I instantly regret what I just said.
“I like the sound of that.” Christian says, his smirk turning into a sadistic smirk.
“Fine but we are making this interesting. One time around the ice. Have to pass both the coach and Logan and Crawford times it. Winner get bragging rights.” Blake declares, holding out a hand to Christian.
Bragging rights.
All of this for damn bragging rights.
I fucking hate my friends.
Since they’re annoying the hell out of me, I decided to make this whole thing a little more interesting.
“Bragging rights and the loser comes over to my place once the baby is born and changes diapers for a day.”
They want to be little bitches, I might as well add something that will be for my own benefit.
Both Christian and Blake look over to me with wide eyes.
They both know that Chloe is pregnant and that we are having a baby together in a few months. I had to tell them and the team what was going on just in case something happened and I had to miss a few games.
