“Not with you,” I said to Lay.
Matias laughed. “Lay can’t even grow pubes.”
“I can to!” Lay yelled. “It’s filling itself in, Matias!”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Reid said. “Come on, Lay, put your dick and pubes away. Get serious here.”
“To answer your question,” Abel said, looking at me, “Izzy is doing good. She’s had a little gas issue this past week. Kind of driving Wren and I crazy at night. But she’s perfect, you know? Plus, Wren and I invented a game.”
“A game?” Remi asked.
“When Izzy gets up in the middle of the night.”
“Oh,” Riff said. “Like who has to go get her?”
“No,” Abel said. “We do that part together. We make sure our daughter is comfortable and settled. Then we play a game.”
Abel wiggled his eyebrows.
“Wow,” I said. “She’s going to end up pregnant again, Abel.”
“I’ve got it covered,” he said.
“I hope you mean that literally,” Remi said.
“No way,” Abel said. “A condom? I’m married. No need.”
“Now that’s a dumb thing to say,” Lay said.
“Agreed,” Reid said.
“Wait a second,” Matias said. “Doesn’t Maverick have something to say here?”
“I have plenty to say,” I said. “But first I want to see a picture of Izzy. And of Honey.”
Remi curled his lip. “What are you doing?”
“Asking about my teammates,” I said. “My best friends.”
“Remi and Honey,” Lay chuckled.
“Got something you want to say to me,pubes guy?” Remi growled.
“Tell them about your clothes,” Abel said to Remi.
“What about your clothes?” I asked.
“That was a private story,” Remi said to Abel.
“Oops,” Abel said.
“Remi,” I said. “Don’t hold back on me here.”
Remi dropped his hands to his sides. His fists were balled up tight.
He frowned. “Fine. She somehow opened the bottom drawer of my dresser.”
“The dog or the wife?” Lay asked.