BRAYDON'S POV
I’m sprawled on the couch, watching TV, when Mason suddenly jumps right in front of the screen and my heart nearly leaps out of my ribcage.
“Jesus! You trying to give me a heart attack?” I clutch my chest. My eyes drop to his outfit, and I groan. “What… on earth… are you wearing?”
He completely ignores me, inching closer. “Dad, can you take us with you to your next game?”
From the corner of my eye, I catch Hudson and Veronica tiptoeing out like tiny spies. These kids… I swear.
I shake my head. “No. I will not be taking you anywhere. And shouldn’t you all be in bed?”
“Mum extended our bedtime to nine so we can read,” Veronica explains.
I squint at her. “I don’t see you reading.”
“Dad, pleeease,” Hudson pleads, stepping to the front and clasping his hands together. “
