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Braden > Bucks
“This is awesome!” Braden said, grinning widely at the sight. “Look at all these people who support us!”
“I like the one that saysDon’t be a faker, keep Baker,” I read out loud.
“Wait a minute,” Christian said. “That one guy has a sign that sayslegalize it. Doesn’t he know Missouri legalized marijuana in 2022?”
“Oh, wait.” Braden squinted out the window. “He’s talking about bath salts.That’swhat he wants legalized. Sheesh.”
“What are bath salts?” Claire asked in her innocent voice.
“It’s a type of salt you put on your food,” Braden replied.
“Oh. Okay.”
I couldn’t reach the player entrance because there were too many protesters blocking the way. Instead, I pulled over to the side of the road before we reached them.
“Is there another entrance you can use?” I asked.
“On the south end of the stadium.” Christian pointed. “We can go in over there.”
“Screw that! These people love us. I want to soak this in.” Braden leaned over from the passenger seat and gave me a kiss. “Thanks for the ride, babe.”
He hopped out of the car and walked toward the throng of people. One woman noticed him first, and then all of them were screaming and shouting with joy. In the back seat, Christian let out a long sigh.
“Soak it in!” I told him. “Sunday might be your last game playing for the Colts.”
Christian’s appearance from the car sent the crowd into a frenzy, like a pork chop thrown into a pool of piranhas. Soon they were taking selfies with anyone that could get close to them.
“Everyone!” Christian shouted, putting his hands up to command silence. “We don’t want to be traded either. We want to stay right here in St. Louis and prove that the Colts can compete next year!”
The crowd roared with approval.
“The owner might be giving up, but we aren’t,” Christian continued. “We’re going to thump the Titans on Sunday and make a statement. But your voices are important. Keep protesting! Make your opinion heard!”
They continued cheering, even as Christian and Braden pushed through to the gate and went into the stadium. After they were gone, the protester chants were a little bit louder, with a little more heart.
“What are they sad about?” Claire asked me.
“It’s a long story,” I replied. “But they really love Uncle Chrissy and Uncle Braden.”
“Good,” Claire replied simply. “Me too.”
The municipal building where Logan was being booked had parking right outside, and I was able to snag a spot. After much consideration, I decided it was bad enough that Claire had seen her dad get arrested at a courthouse. She didn’t need to go into the jail and see him released, too.
“I need you to stay here while I go inside,” I told her. “Can you do that?”
“I’ll do my homework,” she replied. “If I do all of my homework, maybe I can help you with the dogs again. Right?”
“We’ll see,” I said.
I went inside and checked-in with the front desk. Logan was currently being booked deeper inside the building, so I met with a seedy-looking bail bondsman to arrange for Logan’s bail to be paid.
I never thought I’d be bailing out my boyfriend from jail, I thought while sitting down.It’s still better than anything Trip made me deal with.
Logan was released twenty minutes later, which was quicker than I had feared. I immediately hugged him; his strong arms folded around me and held me against his broad chest.
