Page 117 of Logan
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Logan
One week later
My brothers and I kick the frame down that opens the bar up into the restaurant. Plasterboard and dust settle on the other side of the floor. When I told the two of them it was demolition day, they couldn’t help themselves.
“Isn’t Daddy so clever?” Erica coos at the baby in her arms.
Erica had little Iris the day after we got back. The woman is a machine, already out of hospital and walking around and shit. The baby has a set of lungs on her not dissimilar to her father’s.
Brew turns, wiping his brow as he makes his way over to Erica. “Did she make a noise?”
“Nope,” Erica says, smiling up at him from her perch on the stool. “The only noise going on here is the three of you acting like little kids.”
“It’s demo day.” Brew shrugs, taking the tiny bundle into his arms. She’s wrapped in a violet-colored blanket. It’s unbelievable that my brother produced such a beautiful littlething, then again, she must take after Erica. “How is my little princess?”
Erica looks on adoringly. “She’s perfect, honey. Sleeping like a little angel.”
Brew kisses the top of her head, and I smile watching him be so gentle with her.
I have to say, seeing him for the first time with his daughter brought a tear to my eye. He’s big, gruff, and intimidating to most, but somehow I think Iris is gonna have him wrapped around her little finger. She’s tiny in his arms, only adding to the swoony look on Erica’s face.
“Awww,” Payden says, carrying a tray of drinks from upstairs. The plumbing down here is off, and it looks like the clubhouse after a night of partying with all the crap laying around, but it’ll be sweet when it’s all done. I just have to keep reminding myself of that. “Will you look at that? Iris and her daddy.”
I glance at her and she smirks at me. Hilarious. Dozer trots below her feet—he’s taken to following her everywhere.
“I could’ve helped you with that,” Erica says, always a sweetheart.
“I think you have enough on your plate right now,” Payden replies, setting the tray on a nearby table. “She’s just the sweetest little thing.”
“Tell me that when she’s screamin’ the house down at three ,” Brew mutters. “Keepin’ us all awake.”
“Funny, I heard you’re the one who gets up with her,” Haze chimes in, taking a break. “Daddy’s girl, huh?”
“I just feel bad for Olive because she has to get up for school,” Erica admits. “Though, she’s been a great sport and utterly adores her new baby sister.”
“You sure she doesn’t start cryin’ at three am because she’s lookin’ at your ugly mug?” Haze laughs.
Brew glances up, giving him a murderous look. “She stops when I pick her up, wise ass.”
“Ah, ah, not in front of the little one,” I reprimand. I know she’s just a baby, but Brew did remind us earlier to correct him if he accidentally swore. Ass isn’t exactly a swear word, but any excuse to show him up is a good one. Plus, my brother swears a lot, just like the rest of us, so it’ll do us all good to curb the cursing for a while.
Payden pulls Erica into a side hug. “She’s adorable, Erica. I’m so glad we were back in time.”
“Me, too. I know Brew likes to act as if he’s king of the universe, but he needs all of his family around,” she says, her voice low so Brew—who’s now arguing with Haze, but using a voice I’ve never heard before so he doesn’t wake the baby—doesn’t hear. “He’s going to be a wonderful father. He adores her.”
“It’s great Olive’s doing so well with the baby.”
“She’s been fantastic. She wanted to take the rest of the week off school, but I know she doesn’t like to get behind, so we let her have three days off to be home when we got back from the hospital.”
“That’s great, honey, and Brew’s a natural,” I say, not even daring to believe it. “But another girl? You know she’s never gonna be allowed to leave the house, right?”
Erica smiles softly, nodding like it’s no surprise to her. “He’s like that with Olive now, and she’s right at that age where boys are becoming more and more interesting to her.”
“God help her,” Payden mutters.
