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Harrison nodded. “I’m sure she’s sniffing poor Dakota’s head as we speak.”
Noah knew nothing of what these guys were talking about. Baby fix? Sniffing a baby’s head?
“Good thing she has Dakota and Christian to fawn over. She can get all the baby kisses from her niece and nephew, because we are done,” Sam said, matter of factly.
“That’s not what your wife says,” Harrison insisted.
“What more do we need? Two kids is a nice sized family. Plus, we have one of each. One boy, one girl. What more could she need?”
Harrison shrugged. “If you say so.”
“That’s not how any of this works, is it?” Noah whispered to Harrison. He was starting to think the wife always had the last word.
Harrison shook his head. “Nope. Sam has no say.”
“I didn’t think so.”
The back and forth of these two was comical and succeeded in getting his mind off of Jordan for a while. But was this really what married-with-kids dads talked about?
“Who wants to play hockey?” Willow ran by them with her stick in her hand.
As soon as she hit the black top that Sam had put in the back yard—specifically for dek hockey with the kids—she dropped a street hockey ball. The little blonde stick handled the hockey ball like a mini-Tyler Kidd, and then dropping to one knee, she shot the ball into the net. Making a sound like the crowd was cheering, she added, “She shoots and scores! And the crowd goes wild!”
“Nice shot, Mini Morris!” Noah cheered.
Willow whipped her head around to look at them. With one hand on her hip, she asked, “One of you boys mind playing in net?”
“Morris, what have you been teaching this girl?” Harrison laughed.
“C’mon ladies, are we playing or kibitzing?” Willow chirped.
“Dash,” Sam accused. “She learned that from you.”
“The attitude, no doubt, but the word? I don’t think I’ve ever said kibitzing in my life, and I know I couldn’t spell it.” He touched his heart. “Kiddo does make an uncle proud.”
Willow just stood there, leaning on her stick and tapping her foot.
“Alright.” Sam grabbed a stick from the porch and tossed sticks to Noah and Harrison. “You heard the lady.”
Entering the black top, Harrison gently shot the puck to the center of the playing area.
Hank had been in the yard chasing the dogs, but when he saw them playing, he grabbed a small stick off the porch and then ran to the black top, positioning himself by Sam. He struggled to get hold of the ball, and when he managed to get hold of it once and shot at the net, he missed.
“So close, Hank-man!” Harrison called.
The ball bounced to Sam, who then danced around Willow, stick handling.
“Mini Morris better watch out. Big Papa Morris has a breakaway,” Noah commentated.
Noah jumped in to help out Willow and blocked Sam so Willow could steal the ball. She shot the ball to the net past Harrison for a goal.
She pumped her fist in the air and ran around pretending to pump up the crowd.
“I’m thinking she’s going to be the first female on the Renegades,” Noah said.
“Girls rule, boys drool,” Willow taunted.
“Easy does it on the chirping, Mini Morris. How about you go grab a juice box,” Sam suggested.
