Chapter Nine
Accustomed to being on time for practice every day, Griff got his family to Buddy’s house at six on the dot. Their baby was fussing softly as they entered.
“He’s hungry,” Lauren said. “Would you mind my feeding him here? In the bedroom maybe?”
“Sure, sure.” Buddy moved out of her way.
“Are you breastfeeding?” Emmy asked, eyes wide.
Lauren blushed slightly and nodded.
“Can I watch? Is that rude?” Emmy laughed and colored a bit.
“Not at all. Come on.” Lauren led the way.
Buddy padded barefooted into the kitchen. “Beer?”
“Sure.”
“I can’t drink,” Buddy said, tossing a bottle to Griff and popping open a chocolate milk for himself.
“How are you feeling?” Griff leaned against the wall and took a long swallow.
“I’m okay. Are they okay? Do they need anything?” Buddy glanced
