Page 80 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
Fuck my life. I do not need this shit right now. Sole custody of a toddler? How the hell will I deal with that?
But as soon as the thought enters my mind, I chastise myself. Lily’s well-being comes first. Before my comfort. Before what works for my schedule. Before football. Before everything.
“Thank you, Officer. I’ll keep that in mind.”
He hands me his business card before he leaves, and I tuck it in with my phone, which buzzes in my hand.
My uncle’s name flashes on the screen, and I groan.
“Should we finish packing up?” Sienna asks as she hands Lily a snack.
“Yeah.” I motion to my roommates. “The guys need to gear up for training camp, so we can’t just sit around any longer.” I hold up a finger as I reluctantly accept my uncle’s call.
“What the hell was that about?” he yells. “Is everyone okay?”
I called Tío Julio to get Janelle’s parents’ phone numbers to give to the officer, but didn’t explain much beyond “the cops need it.”
He still doesn’t know Lily is mine. At least, I think he doesn’t.
I could be wrong.
