Page 132 of Catch Me
“It’s obvious from the way you can’t stop looking at her whenever you’re in the same room,” Diego points out.
“You call her your future,” Dae adds.
“Because she is,” I say.
“We’ve noticed,” Kyle says. “Hence, we invited you to our private poker game.”
“This is our thing,” Diego adds.
“They forced me into it,” Dae gripes.
“Like you forced my twin to marry you after that bullshit you pulled. Locking her in your house,” Kyle scoffs, then glares.
“That was fucked up,” I repeat with a glare.
“My wife’s forgiven me,” he says. “And everyone at this damn table knows if she didn’t want to marry me, she wouldn’t have. Hell, I wouldn’t still be alive.”
“You better fucking know it.” That’s Kyle again.
“Back to you, little cousin. This is your initiation.”
I raise an eyebrow at Diego.
He nods at Dae. “We don’t just play poker. We do serious shit. This guy’s about to become a dad for the first time. We need to make sure his shit is up to par. I won’t have just anyone raising my little niece or nephew.”
Dae cocks his head to the side. He still doesn’t know what they’re having since Kennedy wants to be surprised at birth.
“So,” Kyle begins, “since Dae lost and it’s Andreas’ first time, we’ve prepared a little competition for you two.”
“You mean set us up,” Dae corrects.
“Fuckers. What is it?”
Diego claps and rubs his hands together as he stands. “Diapers.”
Confusion shines on my expression as I watch him disappear into the small closet and emerge with three life-sized baby dolls and a huge pack of diapers.
“What the?”
A half an hour later, Kyle and Diego are counting down along with the stopwatch one of them holds as Dae and I struggle with these damn dolls to be the first one to change the diaper.
“Done!” Dae shouts, raising his arms in triumph.
“Man, fuck you,” I grumble. “That’s the third round he’s won. It’s not fucking fair. He’s babysat for both of you before.”
“True, but he beat you even with twins,” Diego points at the twin dolls in front of Dae. Diego and Kyle added the second doll to Dae after he beat me the first two rounds.
“How the hell did you change two diapers before I finished one?” I look from his dolls to mine, which is only halfway changed.
Kyle points. “And you got fake baby shit on the onesie.”
“Eww,” Diego comments. “That would definitely require a bath.” He shakes his head.
“You’re not babysitting my kid with diaper changes like that,” Dae says, giving me a pitiful look.
“I’ll take that up withmysister.”
“Mywife,” he counters.
