The online photos didn't help his self esteem one whit.
True he had ego, he ALWAYS had ego but he tended to feel quite low after seeing Lewington's bodybuilder model figure.
He'd won against 'Lewy' yet still felt like he didn't measure up, so to speak.
Singing from the bedroom.
TERRIBLE singing, sounded as if a cat was stomped on in there.
Wade averted his gaze from the mirror, grimaced, remained in the bathroom, hands cupped over his ears.
The one time he wouldn't mind letting Steve take his place after all, he thought with a smirk.
'Heya-hu, Uncle Dahroo, wanna feel the babies?'
Drew paused in outfit rummaging, not that it was important, he didn't plan to stay dressed long after Star arrived.
One sharp look over at the bumping belly.
Enough to make him smile.
'You've riled them up with spicy food?'
'Ooooh NO , they're dancing.'
'Dancing?'
'Dancing! Come feel them, it's fun.'
'I'd rather not...'
'At least say hey.'
Drew wiggled his fingers in the general direction of the two low hanging golf ball sized lumps in Heath's stomach.
'Are you SURE your testicles didn't relocate?'
'Nuh uh, these are babies.'
There was no comment from the UK side of the room once the doorbell chimed.
Star grinning at him, big silly Evan grin, Evan's body too, in a way, topped off with a mass of Pillman hair.
Drew swept him up into a smooch, feeling incredibly light hearted.
'If you resembled your brother anymore in looks, Fit would chase me down and wallop me to death, I swear.'
'Yeah, his new woman also.'
'Dave's?'
'My brother's. The wedding planning one.'
On the bed, the belly touching halted and ears of a practicing strawberry blonde perked up,listening.
'It's crowded here, shall we visit the bus?'
'I'd love to see it.'
'Then you get the grand tour...along with me, free of charge.'
A sound of disapproval from the bed.
Drew didn't look back, stayed silent but DID put his hand out, behind his back, middle finger displayed and heard a grunting objection from his former lover's spouse.
He knew what the protest noise was about but refused to give up Star.
Not for anyone.
Wolves included.
'You pay everyone this way and you'll be bankrupt in no time.'
Justin glared. 'I've got enough money. Don't worry about it.'
'We barely know you. we're NOT worried.'
'Yeah...so, here's what you need to do.' He handed each man a picture.
'These guys?'
'Yeah.'
'All three?'
'Yep, keep an eye on them.'
'Fight with them?'
'Not unless you have to.'
'You've got yerself a deal, kid.'
Great!' Justin shook hands with each man, feeling scruffy and unwashed afterwards, caught a glimpse of the clock.
It was time to meet up with Jinder.
And break some hearts.
Bones as well, if need be.
