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SECOND EPILOGUE

LOGAN

O ne year later

We were sitting around, taking a break after practice, when Walker glanced over at me, holding his youngest daughter, Jovie, in his lap. She was adorable, all pink cheeks and wide eyes, but Walker had this serious look on his face, which immediately made me suspicious.

“I’m filing a complaint.”

“What?” I asked.

“Your son,” he started, his voice low and mock-serious. “He has been giving my daughter the look.”

I blinked, pausing mid-drink, before raising an eyebrow. “Rome?”

“No. Sanders,” he growled.

I blinked at him, my lip curling up in amusement. “Disney, he’s a month old. How is he giving her the look?”

We’d been able to adopt Sanders as a newborn, and Sloane, Rome, and I were in heaven having a new baby in the house.

Walker nodded, completely deadpan. “I don't know, man, but I saw it. He’s been eyeballing her every time we hang out. I don’t like it.”

I set my drink down, trying not to laugh. “Eyeballing her? He barely opens his eyes.”

“Except when he shits,” Ari added. “His eyes were definitely open when he shit all over my shirt yesterday.”

Lincoln snorted and shook his head.

“Yes, that’s true,” I mused.

“I’m going to set the rules right now.” Walker lifted his chin, glancing down at his daughter with exaggerated protectiveness. “There will be no commingling with these two. It’s not happening.”

I leaned back in my chair, raising both eyebrows this time. “And what about Isabella and Rome?”

Walker sighed. “It’s too late for them. Isabella’s already in love. But if I start young enough, before Sanders is too cute to cloud my judgment…Jovie might have a chance.”

“Hey, Sanders is cute right now,” I complained.

“He looks like a wrinkled grandpa,” Lincoln said, his eyes glued to the video of Monroe he was watching on his phone.

“It’s true. Like a cute little prune almost. A grandpa prune,” said Ari.

Camden, who was sitting nearby, snorted into his water bottle, clearly trying to hold it together.

“Well,” I said slowly, rubbing my chin like I was considering this deeply. “I will take what you’ve said under consideration. Because you’re right, gotta nip that in the bud. Wouldn’t want my month-old son scheming on your daughter.”

Walker narrowed his eyes. “It sounds like you aren’t taking me seriously. It’s bad enough that Isabella asks to see Rome twenty times a day…”

“No, I am,” I said, a smirk spreading across my face. “I’m going to have a serious talk with Sanders tonight. A real heart-to-heart.”

“He’s probably just mad because he’s plotting for one of his kids to marry into Lincoln’s family, but Lincoln has no kids to offer yet,” Camden said, standing up and grabbing his bag.

Ari pointed an accusing finger at Walker. “That’s exactly it. But I have news for you, Disney. If Lincoln Daniels ever has children, my future children will be the ones to have claim on them.”

“This is a really weird conversation that I don’t want to be a part of,” Lincoln said as he stood up and walked toward the locker room door.

“Just think about it,” Walker desperately called after him.

“I’m not thinking about it,” said Lincoln before he left the room.

“He’s definitely thinking about it,” said Ari, sitting back in his chair and folding his arms in front of him. “But Golden Boy and I already made a pact about this. So you’re out of luck.”

“There’s no way he made a pact with you about this,” said Camden, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, Grampalicious . So it was a silent pact. But it means the same thing. I could tell he meant it,” snarled Ari.

I snorted and got up from my chair, clapping Walker on the back and wiggling my finger at Jovie as she stared up at me with a pacifier in her mouth.

“We can’t help who we love, Disney. You should know that by now,” I told him as I walked away.

I certainly hadn’t had a choice.

And I’d never regretted it a single day.