Page 45 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I know sweets are bad before breakfast, but enjoy a bit of a treat after you brush your teeth.

Not leaving until I see you, so take your time.

Last night was… unforgettable.

— M.

P.S.

Thanks for keeping the spare boxers where they’ve always been for five years. Came in handy.

I tear up at the romantic and kind gesture. Another of the plenty of perks I’d forgotten all about when it came to Maddox.

He always set the bar high in relationships.

It was almost effortless in comparison to so many men after him who couldn’t even be confident enough to hold my hand in public. I’d assumed romance was dead in this generation because the only time I got flowers from anyone romantically interested in me in the past was on Valentine’s Day or the occasional ‘Mother’s Day.’

Apparently, that’s the way for dudes to say they want you to be their baby mama. Like what? Do women fall for that shit?

Reminds me of that celebrity dude who has twenty children and can’t remember all their names. He’s probably going to announce another pregnancy by the end of the year.

Shaking my head, I grin at the tray one more time before getting out of the bathroom to find my camera. I know not everyone loves to document moments like these, but I try to do it in a unique way when I have the proper equipment on me.

My Polaroid camera.

It was a tiny pink one that printed the photos instantly. If I didn’t have the actual camera on me, I’d take the photo with my phone and print it out. That was the last resort, but I tried to bring my mini Polaroid wherever possible.

Memories are so important.

You never know how many days you have on this earth. At least with photos, you can smile and see how you lived a wonderful life through the years.

After a few pictures, brushing my teeth, and a hot shower, I give myself a moment to enjoy some Reese’s Pieces peanut butter cups before heading downstairs.

The clothing Maddox found was an oversized t-shirt—probably his old shirt—and black short-shorts. Made me look like I wasn’t wearing anything under the massive shirt, but I didn’t really care much.

I’m in my house. Gotta be comfortable.

Reaching the kitchen confirms neither Dad nor Maddox is around. I decide to look for them, which isn’t really hard. If they’re not here, they’re probably in the garage. Going out through the front door not only confirms my suspicions, but I realize we have company.

A few sweat-dripping, shirtless men doing jumping jacks outside our open garage while Father is standing there, crossed arms, barking drills.

“Oh God,” I groan and cringe at the row of men who are giving everything they got to finish their rounds of dreadful pushups.

They’re not even normal ones. Their current drill set is the one where you have to jump in the sky with your arms stretched high, drop to the floor, do a set of ten pushups, and then jump back up.

Brutal.

“Coach… Johnson. Why are we suffering?” I’m surprised to see Wyatt among the group, which consists of Maddox, Wolfgang, Damian, Ace, two other guys I don’t know, and surprisingly, Jayce. Eight men huffing and puffing in front of our place.

My neighbors wouldn’t even be surprised.

They’ll just enjoy the view of shirtless young men.

Free content instead of paying for those modeled sports magazine subscriptions.

“Because I said so!” Father declares. “I don’t care if you’re on different teams. Don’t bring that up, or you’ll all do another ten rounds!”

They groan in agony, some of them giving up entirely.

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