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One guy shook his head and said, “It was nothing but fucking jersey chasers.”
Before I could articulate a thought about that, at Crew’s side, Daemon snapped, “Language.”
Four sets of eyes landed on us.
“Uh,” one said with dirty blonde hair in a red button-up shirt.
“Sorry,” another one said with red hair and a dark green shirt on who Damon had gotten on to about his language.
“Who’s this?” the third one asked who had his black hair cut in a mohawk and had on a black shirt.
“Hey guys, did the jersey fit?” I nodded at who had said that and smiled at Matthew.
Crew waved at him and gave him a thumbs up.
Daemon sat his controller down, held his hand out to me, and then, without a word, he picked Crew up and put him on his hip.
“Guys, this is Crew, and Aliyah.”
“Aliyah, Crew. The man with the mohawk is Culpepper. The one with the red hair is Davis. The one with the blonde hair and who needs better language is Braydon. And y’all already know Matthew.”
Mohawk guy-Culpepper asked, “Wait, how do the two of you know Matthew?”
Braydon asked, “Yeah, what about this jersey?”
Daemon looked at me and shook his head, “Freaking nosey cluckers.”
I chuckled at his vocabulary while trying not to curse.
Davis asked, “Freaking? Cluckers?”
Daemon glared at them, “Yeah. He’s four. He doesn’t need to know the other words.”
And that started a battle to see who could come up with the best substitutes for bad words.
It was entertaining, to say the least.
Then the door opened again, and Crew was on his feet and running to Marcus, who had a wide smile on his face, knelt and picked him up.
“Anyone else feeling left out of this shit?” Braydon asked.
“Yeah, like what the freak?” Davis asked.
Finch had come back already and looked at Daemon, “Didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”
“Guy’s a vault. How the hell would any of us know?” Culpepper said.
“He’s my best friend.” Marcus said as he came over to the couch still carrying Crew, then he bent down and pressed a kiss on my cheek.
“Hey there, little mama.” I winked up at him.
“Hey, Marcus.”
“Okay. Please explain this crap.” Braydon said, and he looked like his feelings were really hurt.
I looked at him and said, “The jersey is from the first game we attended. I share a class with Daemon. That’s how we met. I didn’t know he played football. It was also the first time he met Crew, so he had Matthew bring him one of his jerseys.”
“Yeah, and I went to the arcade and had pizza with them a few weeks ago,” Marcus added.
