Hawk looked at me for approval. I let a giggle slip. “Five?”
He shrugged. I realized it was going to take a while for any of us to have balance.
Hunter fell asleep on the way home from the mall. The day had taken its toll on him, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any more. He looked peaceful and relaxed sleeping in the backseat. It was hard to imagine anyone not wanting to love him.
“Thank you.” I broke the silence in the car. Hawk glanced over at me like I had grown two heads or something.
“For what?” he asked, looking back to the road.
“For taking a chance on him and looking past the outside.”
I could tell he didn’t know what to say or how to respond to that comment so he changed the subject.
“Yeah, so I have practice tonight. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”
“What? But it’s his first night here. I mean his first official night,” I blurted out.
“It’s the playoffs, baby. I don’t have a choice.”
I crossed my arms. “So I’m just in charge of dinner and getting him to bed and all of that?”
“I thought you liked all that shit.”
I glared at him. “I do, but you’re the one who wanted to adopt him. Do you really know what that means?” I tried to keep my voice low in case the child woke up. I didn’t want him to hear us argue about him.
“I don’t know what any of it means.” His words shocked me at first, but I realized how honest he was being with me. “That’s why I need you.”
I nodded. We had to be a team on this. We had to work together.
“I’ve got tonight.”
“Thank you.”
He parked the car in his secure spot and walked to the back to carry Hunter inside. I watched as he carefully lifted him into his arms. Hawk looked so strong and caring. I sighed. This man had completely turned my life upside down.
33
Kane
By the time I walked into the loft it was late. Practice had been light, but the meeting afterward had given me a damn headache. The coaches wanted to run through every possible play. Some we’d never discussed before. Tomorrow was going to be killer.
I was ready to drink a beer, throw my feet up on the coffee table, and listen to those dumb shits talk about their Super Bowl predictions on Sports Now.
But as soon as my hand landed on the door knob I remembered. On the other side of this door, my life wasn’t the same anymore. There was a gorgeous woman waiting for me, and a sleeping child who needed a father.
I wasn’t the bachelor I used to be, and I smiled when I turned the key in the lock.
The lights were dim except for the fireplace.
Julie was nestled on the couch.
“How did it go?” I asked. Fuck, she was beautiful.
She muted the TV to face me. “I think ok. I wish you had been here.”
“I know. It’s going to be like this until the Super Bowl. A few more months and then it’s the off season.”
She sighed. “He ate dinner,” she reported. “And took a bath. And he is sleeping in his new pajamas. He chose the ones with the frogs on the front.”