“You’re serious? The night before playoffs and you want to talk about daddy daycare shit, Hawk?”
“Damn it, Savi. I’ve never been more fucking serious. Can you do this for me or not? I could use your help.”
She sighed. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting into? Legal red tape. Guardianship. Supervised visits. Court appearances. My sister and her husband went through this process. It took two years. I watched them go through the most emotional roller coaster of their lives. It’s not going to be easy, Hawk. I just need to know you’re in this for the long haul before you go down this road.”
I rubbed the back of my head. I knew it was going to be hell. If it wasn’t, the kid would have had a home by now. A real family. Instead, here I was—the last mother fucker on the planet who should be trying to take on the role of parent.
“I know. I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll pay whatever it costs. Just figure out the details for me.”
“I can do that for you. Can you give me a week?”
“Yeah. I’ve kind of got a big fucking game tomorrow.”
She laughed. “I’ll be there.”
“Oh, that reminds me. I need box passes.”
“For Pops again?”
Shit. I should have included him. I’d get her to call him and extend a third ticket. “Yeah, call Pops for me and ask him. But the other two are for Julie Bristow and for the boy Hunter.”
“Ahh, I see what’s happening.” She had that tisk-tisk sound in her voice.
“You don’t see shit, Savi. Just get the tix.”
“You’re playing house. I knew it. You fell for the teacher chick and now you want the kid. Presto family.”
I rolled my eyes. It was a good thing Savannah was a chick or I’d deck her for saying shit like this to me. “She’s in my life. He’s in my life. Get them tickets,” I growled.
“Got it, boss.”
“And this is completely confidential. I don’t want anything getting out until I know I can move forward. I can’t give the kid hope, then yank it away.”
“Hey, I’ve seen what my family has been through. I wouldn’t do that. I’m only giving you a hard time. I think it’s amazing. Honestly, I knew you had a heart of gold in there somewhere.”
“I’m serious.”
“I’ll start on it Monday after we get through tomorrow. I have press requests coming in every thirty seconds. Let me handle that and then we’ll see how to make you a daddy.”
I grinned. “Deal. Thanks.”
“It’s what you pay me millions for.”
I laughed. “Good night.” I hung up and stared at the city below me.
Playoffs. Christmas. Fatherhood.
They were all only weeks away.
The doorbell rang and I rushed toward the door. There was one woman who put all of this in perspective for me and she was standing on the other side of the threshold.
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Julie
The door flew open and Hawk’s broad shoulders filled the frame. I almost sighed out loud when I saw his smoldering eyes and cut jawline. His hands snaked around my waist, capturing my lips with his.
“How was your day?” He stepped back so I could walk inside.