Everyone familiar is Janet's.

The office chair groaned under the weight Tank subjected it to, but he didn't notice as he watched Olivia yawn while looking up at him.

"See? You're already boring the shit out of her," Brown told him. "You should only be around for naptime."

"These are the men who made Roston James crap himself yesterday?" Steph asked me.

"Hard to believe, isn't it?"

"She won't be seeing that side of us unless she mentions dating," Tank stated.

My head tipped in approval.

"She ain't dating on our watch," Lester added, walking into our conversation. "I know how boys think ..."

"Because you still are one?" Steph suggested.

"Funny," he replied. "Teenage boys are hornballs. And we're prepared to remove the balls of any boy who looks at our little Olive pit."

"Won't that give her a complex?" Steph asked.

Tank glanced at Olivia when she made a noise while attempting to suck the back of her tiny coffee-colored hand.

"She's perfect," he said. "And she'll always know it."

I couldn't have said it better myself.