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I felt him shrug, “Guess it’s a good thing I already asked Crew for his permission. Isn’t it?”
And then before I could ask him what he was talking about, he grabbed my left hand and then slid something on my ring finger.
I was so shocked I couldn’t even think about anything.
Not the move that Crew had just done that was so much like Daemon’s.
Not when the Pee Wee coach high-fived him and knelt on the ground to ask him something.
Not when Crew very proudly pointed at Daemon, then at Marcus.
Not even when the Pee Wee coach got a look on his face when Crew picked the ball up, spun it, and then threw it almost halfway down their little practice field.
And not when he was put into the QB position.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Daemon whispered in my ear while laughing.
Then I breathed and flung myself into his arms.
And ever-present of the baby in my belly, did he spin me around while I kissed him hard.
We were all three so very happy.
But nothing could have ever prepared us for something that mother nature decided to use to test the strength of our relationship, and our ability to tell the entire world to bring it with both fists.
William and Melanie decided to throw us an impromptu engagement party.
The whole team turned out, as well as Van, and Marcus and Van’s parents, Rashad and Davone.
I was in the process of talking about my dream wedding with Davone, Melanie, and Lily when I felt those strong arms of his wrap around me, then he whispered into my ear, “Are you my soon-to-be wife?”
“Dang freaking right,” I said with a smile that felt permanent. I was so freaking happy.
Then I stared into his eyes and asked, “Are you my man?”
“Damn fucking right,” he nodded.
“You shouldn’t say bad words,” Crew tossed out over Marcus’s shoulder and then giggled.
He lowered his voice, “Damn, caught by a four-year-old.”
I tossed my head back and laughed, “Well, I think we are going to keep a swear jar in y’all’s football house for when he’s there. One dollar for every bad word. Then he can say he earned the money for whatever he wants to spend it on by being the swear police.”
“Yo! Listen up. A swear jar is being put in the house. My woman decreed it. Crew, start catching every bad word you can. You will more than likely have enough to buy whatever you want.”
And that was how that very night, an old coffee tin found its way atop the island with the words Crew’s Swear Jar written on it.
None of us realized just how much money the guys would be tossing in there when they cursed, even if Crew wasn’t at the house.
Chapter 20
Daemon
I had just spun around Hughes to get to our QB when I heard Matthew’s voice call out, “Yo! Campbell. Your phone’s ringing.”
I stopped my forward movement and then did an about-face and ran over to him.
Nodding my thanks, I took the phone from him, hit answer, and then said, “Hey, baby. What’s up?”
