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A POV

"Spencer, how about we take a break?" I grab my towel and wipe the sweat from my forehead, but Spencer continues pounding the punching bag. Having a day off, she called and asked me to join her at the gym. "Spencer?"

"Ok. I'll take a break.", she sighs as I toss her towel at her. We grab our bottles of water and head to a bench to our right. "Thanks for coming with me."

"You're welcome. Does hitting that punching bag help with the way you've been feeling?", I ask, referring to the uneasiness she's had about her new coworker who Spencer saw flirting with Elliot.

"A little. What would really make me feel better is if Bridget moved to the other side of the planet." She takes a large gulp of water and rolls her head back on her neck. "I worked with her yesterday and did my best to put my personal issues aside."

"How did that go?", I ask.

"It went ok for a while. She asked if I knew any guys who she could hook up with. She doesn't want to date. She only wants to screw. I silently rolled my eyes at her but got to thinking it could be good that she was looking for a hookup. If her concentration was on someone else, she wouldn't be worrying about Elliot."

"Problem solved." I twist the top off my bottle and take a sip. "Right?"

"If only. I told her I couldn't think of any guys at the top of my head which is basically true. I only know guys who are either in relationships or ones who want relationships. However, I told her if I thought of someone, I'd tell her. Things were finally looking good, but then they started going downward again. I went to lunch which was very nice by the way. I had the most delicious taco salad. It had grilled chicken and grilled shrimp and a sauce that was out of this world." I smile against my water bottle. "I realize the gym isn't the best place to be talking about it.", she giggles.

"Talking about it here is fine. It's so fine that we might have to go and get one of those taco salads after we leave here.", I smirk. "How did things get bad again?"

"I got back to work from lunch and overheard Bridget talking to Carly, one of the sales clerks. Bridget told Carly she'd give anything to have Elliot who she finds irresistable. It took all I had to not run up and pull her by her hair. Lucikly, rationality took over, and I didn't do act on my thoughts. It still pissed me off."

"Have you talked to Elliot about Bridget's flirting and your feelings towards it?"

"We talked, and he assured me that he has no feelings for her. I trust him. It's Bridget who I don't trust." After shoving her water bottle back in her bag, she stands. "We've got two choices. We can either work out some more or we can leave and get some food."

"I'm all for the food.", I grin as I throw my bag over my shoulder.


"Jamison, how about you pass Daddy the ball?", Christian asks with hopeful eyes. He inches closer to Jamison who backs away from him. "Please."

"No.", Jamison giggles before running away from Christian. With Delaney in my arms, I sit in the recliner and laugh as Jamison runs around the living room, doing his best to not be caught by Christian.

"Don't run too fast or you'll fall.", I warn. Christian stops and catches his breath. "I'm talking to both of you."

"I give up. Jamison, you're too fast for me.", Christian sighs. He staggers over to the sofa, collapsing on to the cushion. Jamison, seeing his dad exhausted, runs over to Christian and hands him the ball. "Aww. Thank you. Can I have a hug?" It takes all I have not to cry at the sight of my two guys hugging.

"Isn't that precious?", Sawyer says. I look over my shoulder and see him standing behind the sofa. "I'm finally finished with my daily report so I'm going to be on my way home. I'm going to shower and wait for Paula to get home. We're going skating tonight."

"Skating, interesting.", Christian grins.

"Paula's the one wanting to do it. I haven't skated since I was younger, and even then I wasn't the best."

"You might be better now.", I tell him as I adjust Delaney's blanket. "Just be careful."

"The last thing you need is to fall and break a bone.", Christian adds. Sawyer's face freezes. "But if you're careful, you'll be ok."

"Fingers crossed. I'll see you guys tomorrow.", Sawyer says on his way out.


C POV

"Sawyer called and said he's running late but should be here any minute.", Taylor says. He shoves his phone into his pocket and refills his coffee.

"Does anyone think it's odd he's running late after going skating last night?", Bryce asks, running his index finger along his jaw. "He could be laid up in a hospital with a broken leg...or two."

"I'm sure we would have heard if he were.", Ana says as she helps feed Jamison.

"Sorry for being late.", an apologetic Sawyer sighs as he rushes into the kitchen. "I overslept, and my phone was dead. I was going to use Paula's, but hers was kaput as well."

"It's ok. We're just glad to see you're up and well.", I tell him. Sawyer grabs a cup and pours himself some coffee while everyone glares at him. "I guess I'll be the one to ask how last night went."

"I don't have any broken bones as you can see. I do have a few bruises though. We got to the skating rink, and I tried my best to get out of skating. Paula wouldn't have it. She literally pulled me on to the rink. What happened? I fell. I got up. What happened next? I fell again. I lost count how many times I fell. It didn't help seeing all these little kids skating like pros. This one little girl skated by me and laughed."

"Awww. Did your feelings get hurt?", Taylor teases.

"Yes. The good news is I was able to finally get the hang of it after attempt number one million.", Sawyer shrugs as he raises his cup.

"I'm a fairly good skater.", Ana says. I raise a brow at her. "It was something I enjoyed doing when I was younger. I'm not saying I'm the best, but I do well."

"You continually surprise me.", I smirk. "Jamison, did you know your mom was a good skater?"

"No.", he answers as he tries to hand me a wad of smashed up pancakes. "Here."

"Thank you for offering to share, but I'm full."


"Elliot!", the barista behind the counter at Starbucks yells. Elliot grabs his coffee and joins me at the small window table where I'm already drinking my beverage.

"I almost got one of those pumpkin spice lattes.", Elliot says. "But I thought I'd stick to my regular coffee. Mia and Ben were over for dinner last night. I think Ben's still worried I might attacjk him or something."

"Ben's not worried about you attacking him.", I chuckle. "I do understand how he might have been a little apprehensive about us finding out Mia's pregnant. She's our little sister who we'd do anything for. Remember how protective we were when they first started dating?"

"You were a little worse than me, but yeah, I remember. I suppose learning Mia's pregnant also means us knowing she and Ben..." Elliot takes a drink of his coffee and then leans closer. "Do it." I almost spit out my own coffee. "Shocking, right?"

"Not exactly. I knew they..." This time I have to take a break. "Have relations, but I didn't need to be reminded. Besides, you didn't think a stork was going to magically bring them a baby."

"Psshh! No.", he scoffs. "Considering it's Mia, I thought a unicorn would travel over a rainbow and bring the baby."

"You're crazy." Elliot suddenly slinks down in his chair. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hiding. Do you see that woman over there?" He points towards the front counter where two women are standing. "Not the older one. The one behind her."

"The blonde? Is it an ex?", I ask.

"Not even close. Her name is Bridget, and she works with Spencer. I went by to see Spencer at work last week, and Bridget introduced herself. She immediately started flirting with me. I know I'm a funny guy, but the chick was laughing at every damn thing I said. She was practically eye fucking right there in the open."

"Even in front of Spencer?"

"Even in front of Spencer.", Elliot answers. "I didn't flirt back at all. The woman may be pretty, but she doesn't hold a candle to Spencer." HIs eyes widen. "Shit. She's heading this way." Moments later, Bridget saunters up to our table and instantly starts batting her eyes at Elliot.

"Elliot, I thought that was you.", she smiles.

"Bridget, hi. Yes. It's me. I'm just having a cup of coffee with my brother Christian." She turns her attention to me and grins.

"Wow. Two guys who are as hot as the coffee they're drinking."

"Actually I'm having a iced coffee.", I counter, not even fazed by her.

"I see.", she purrs. "Elliot, I've been looking for you to drop by to see Spencer."

"I've been busy with work and so has Spencer, but we've been spending all of our off time together.", Elliot replies.

"Well, I hope your schedule clears up some so you can pop in for a visit." I notice how she licks her lips while speaking to Elliot. "I've got to go, but I'll see you around. Christian, it was nice meeting you." My response only comes in the form of a nod. She takes one last look at Elliot and heads for the door.

"She definitely has a thing for you.", I tell Elliot.

"No kidding. She can flirt all she wants, but I'm not going to give in to her."