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Fuck, his baby was precious.
After tucking his blankie in with Nash, Adam settled on the thick rug before pointing to the spot in front of him.
Lucas followed his baby’s silent orders and placed the container down where he wanted it. Once Adam was dumping out his toys, Lucas settled in the chair next to the couch.
Nash was still sleeping peacefully as Adam began to set up his castle and new friends.
Chapter Thirteen
Adam
“I’m telling you that things are going too good,” Mickey said. “That’s usually when shit hits the fan.”
“We really do need to work on his cussing,” Sam said from behind the counter.
Adam shook his head. Poor Mickey. It didn’t matter that Mickey was an adult and over the age of eighteen. He’d become the little brother to all of them and even the over-protective Daddies.
“Everything is fine, Mickey,” Sam said. “You’ll like school.”
Mickey was now enrolled at the same community college that Adam attended. He would be starting classes the upcoming January and appeared to be more than a little nervous.
“I hated school!” Mickey cried.
“Maybe he shouldn’t go.” Caden spoke up.
Adam patted Caden’s back as he walked past. Caden would make himself sick worrying about Mickey, but the kid really did want to try new things. Going to college would give him the opportunity. Even now Mickey should be out having fun as an eighteen-year-old young man. Instead, Mickey spent all his time with one of them.
They were restocking after a busy morning, so they had time to visit and hang out. Well, he was restocking. Sam was leaning against the counter, alternating between teasing Mickey and texting the lieutenant. Caden was in deep-cleaning mode. Mickey, who wasn’t actually on shift, was hanging out at one of the tables.
“Why am I the only one working?” he complained.
“You wouldn’t let me work!” Mickey told him. “You said, and I quote, sit your ass down and relax.”
“I wasn’t talking to you. You work too much. It’s your day off.”
“But I was bored!”
“He could—”
“No!” Adam pointed a finger at Sam. “He needs a day off even if he wants to spend it here with us, that’s fine, but he is not working.”
“Fine.” Sam peered around him. “Did you bring up bakery bags?”
“Damn it!” Adam stomped toward the kitchen that led to the stockroom. “Be back.”
The door chimed as he entered the kitchen but one of the other guys could handle one customer. The kitchen shone from him and Caden cleaning it earlier. Adam loved the industrial appliances and smooth stainless-steel counters. He went to the stockroom and grabbed a bundle of the brown bakery bags with green writing before heading back to the front.
He hoped that Nash or Lucas would stop by soon. He’d gotten used to having his guys around all the time and missed that things had started to get back to normal. Now that Nash was in a walking cast and working behind a desk, Lucas had gone back to taking clients full-time again.
They hadn’t moved out of Lucas’s place yet although Adam had to wonder if it would happen soon. He didn’t want to leave though. Adam liked going back to the apartment after a long shift to relax and play on the rug as Lucas and Nash teased each other. He enjoyed that when he had homework, Lucas made sure that Nash was busy, so he wouldn’t distract Adam.
The rhythm they had between the three of them was fun. It was getting close to Christmas and Adam wondered if they would decorate soon. They needed to decorate the shop, Lucas’s tattoo parlor, and the apartment. If Adam returned to his house soon, he’d have to at least put up the tree. His roommates were moving out soon as they’d decided to move into a one-bedroom together. Yes, they’d finally admitted to being together and Adam was happy for them even if he hated losing two great roommates. They paid their share of their rent on time and didn’t make too much of a mess.
He stepped back into the front of the shop and froze.
Adam’s breath caught as he stared at a face that he never thought that he would see again. One so familiar to his own that Adam had a good idea how’d he look in a couple of years. Well except he’d never be that muscular or toned.
Standing in front of the counter talking to Sam, dressed in an olive-green army shirt and black cargo pants, Maverick’s gaze lifted to his.
