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Ari flushed. “I said to focus. I brainstormed for hours for this.”
“Please tell me your dick did not get stuck in…” Camden pressed.
“Big Daddy! Disney’s new nickname is Big Daddy!” Ari spit out frantically, glaring at Lincoln who was smirking unrepentantly.
Logan stared at him, appalled. “It took you hours to come up with the name ‘Big Daddy’? Also, why wouldn’t it be ‘Big Disney’? And why are we giving Disney new nicknames anyway? He already has one!”
“I prefer ‘Walker Texas Ranger’,” I told everyone seriously, but the conversation was clearly off the rails because no one was paying attention to me.
“Logan apparently wants a nickname,” Camden commented as he did a bicep curl.
“He already has a nickname, it’s ‘Rookie,’” Lincoln drawled.
Logan grimaced. “That can’t be my nickname…it would be good for one season. And I’m going to be around for longer than that.”
“Why did we move on from Disney’s new nickname so fast? That took a lot of time and energy!” Ari said, sounding appalled.
“Why did we move on from whatever your dick was stuck in so fast?” asked Camden calmly.
“Thanks, Golden Boy. ‘Why don't you just feed me to the lions? Step on my head when I’m drowning,’” Ari snarked at Lincoln who had resumed lifting. “I hope that barbell falls on your head.”
“Wedding Crashers. That’s where that’s from,” Logan huffed as he did another squat jump. “Maybe be original, Lancaster.”
Ari grinned, looking a bit evil. “Maybe score a goal, York.”
We all laughed as Logan told us to fuck off with both hands.
“Why are we calling Walker “Big Daddy?” Camden asked, cocking his head.
“Sorry, Camden, you’ve moved past your ‘Big Daddy’ time of life, and moved right into “Big Grandpappy,” Logan said seriously.
Camden sighed and did that crazy eye roll of his again. “I’m literally 31, asshole. I definitely can still be a ‘Big Daddy’!”
“If I don’t see all of you asswipes dripping sweat in the next minute, you’re doingbag skateson the ice until you fucking pass out,” the strength and conditioning coach, Coach Wheeler, barked as he entered the weight room from his office. “What is this…fucking gossip hour?!”
Ari winked at me and mouthed “B.D.” as he started lifting, and I snorted.
I would stick withDisney, thank you very much.
Although Ari had one thing right…I was going to be a “Daddy.”
I bustled around the kitchen, blending fruits and vegetables into her smoothie. I’d been doing research about the best ones to use, and this one was a pregnancy “hydration” blend. I also had some Mozart playing because I’d read that babies could hear music in the womb and supposedly, classical music helped with the development of their brains.
I was pretty sure that T-Swift would do the same thing, but regardless…I was going to kill this whole daddy thing.
With a flourish, I poured the smoothie into a tall glass and carried it over to the bar area where she was seated, watching me work with a bemused expression on her face.
"Voilà, here you go, princess," I quipped, my tone light and teasing.
She stiffened as soon as the words came out of my mouth, the color draining from her cheeks as she stared at the smoothie like it was poison or something.
“Olivia?” I murmured. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I watched her completely shut down.
What had I missed?
“Don’t call me that ever again,” she finally whispered, getting up from her chair and walking away without another word.
