Page 3 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
Do I absorb any of that breakdown?
Nope. Not really.
But do I grab the shit he says I should?
Yup. I sure do.
A full cart of it.
As do Leo and Ryan.
Smitty’s not far behind us.
Yeah, Aiden’s kid is going to be kitted out.
Considering that Aiden comes from a big family himself, it’s not like he needs us to chip in and set him and his wife, Luna, up. They’re going to have plenty to fill their nursery.
But he’s also part of another family.
The Grizzlies.
So yeah, the kid is going to be kitted out.
That’s what being the first guy on the roster to have a kid on the way means.
I always thought that’d be me, that kids were the next logical step in my life.
Then I seriously fucked up.
Now…it’s Aiden’s next step.
And he gets to deal with the attention, the shit-giving, and the…sleep sacks, rompers, footed pajamas, and onesies that say I have the Best Uncles Ever.
In multiple sizes.
My mouth twitches.
Because the most important thing we learned today?
Apparently, kids grow, and they do it fast.
Funny that.
We still bought Aiden’s kid the I have the Best Uncles Ever onesie in newborn size, though.
And in three-to-six months and six-to-nine and nine-to-twelve and…all the way up to every size they carry.
Because…priorities.
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Faye
I sit back in my desk chair and sigh.
I’ve just typed The End on the final book in the series and…
I’m unsettled.
