When Rowan moved out of the house.
“Rowan! Look, they havespace ice cream.”
Rowan dutifully followed Kaira’s tiny, slightly grubby finger toward a vendor selling Dippin’ Dots, then pulled a Wet Wipe out of his pocket to clean off the ketchup before she got any on her jersey. “Is it time for dessert?”
“Pleeeeease,” Kaira said sweetly, hanging on his arm.
Jessica caught his eye over Kaira’s head and hid a smile.
Sighing, Rowan kissed her crown and steered her toward the counter. “Come on, then. Let’s make good use of Daddy’s credit card.”
@No1Sh13ldF4n
So I’m at the Shield game and don’t look now but this guy looks really familiar? And then I realized THAT’S JORDY SHAW’S DATE FROM THE THING THIS SUMMER. He’s here with Jordy’s kid!
@punchritudinous
Pics or it didn’t happen
@No1Sh13ldF4n
I’m not posting a pic of his kid, that’s creepy
@No1Sh13ldF4n
Besides you can check out the official team photos on Instagram, you can see him in the background in the one of Jordy and his daughter pressing their hands against the glass
@punchritudinous
OH MY GOD THAT’S TOTALLY HIM!!! AWWWWWH THEY’RE STILL TOGETHER.
“YOU’RE FAMOUSagain,” Sully told Jordy when he got out of the shower after the game.
Jordy reached for his shirt. “Did I stop being famous?”
Sully rolled his eyes right into a smirk. “Sorry, I should clarify—your nanny is famous again.”
Oh God, Jordy was afraid to ask. “Why?”
“Looks like he and Kaira were the stars of the team’s Instagram posts tonight.”
Of course they were. Normally the team’s PR department at least pretended to get Jordy’s signoff if they wanted to use a picture of his kid on official social media channels, but it was preseason. Just as the team had a bunch of fresh-faced kids skating with them—none ready for their call-up; they’d be getting sent to the minors tomorrow—the PR department had a green crop of interns.
It wasn’t like Kaira’s face had never been on the internet. Or Rowan’s, for that matter, after the gala pictures.
Jordy pulled on a pair of boxers and crossed the locker room—around the team logo on the floor—to put his towel in the laundry. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because fans love gossip and you never give them any.”
Jordy arched his eyebrows as he returned to his locker and his clothes. Sometimes the best way to get Sully to the point was to wait him out. Asking questions would delight him and keep him in teasing mode.
Of course, Jordy wasn’t the only guy in the locker room—or the only one who was curious.
“What’s the tea?” Brady asked, completely sincere and without any malice or even, unfortunately, irony. He wasn’t looking for dirt to tease Jordy with. He just wanted to know.
“Aside from the fact that Jordy and his daughter are too cute for words?”
Brady nodded. “Yeah. I mean, they say that every time, so it’s not exactly gossip.”
