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“You know the prosthetic is my one good leg?” Spencer responded teasingly. “Also bro, you know I can run with this one right? I just choose not to, because I don’t wanna.” In the military, he had tons of PT and would run a lot to maintain his figure. Now, out of the military he much preferred lying on the couch then getting up early and running a few miles. He crinkled his nose as his brother kissed his forehead. “Hey, leave the hair alone.” As they gathered around the small card table that Spencer used as a dining room table, he nodded. “For sure, that sounds great.” He responded as he reached for the beer to drink with his meal. “So anything else going on?” He asked his brother as the twins went off and started talking their own language.
He chuckled "I'm starting to believe that" There were days where his brother's joke caught him off guard, but it was like today he was in a good mood, and his joke was in fact funny. "Why? worried I might ruin your charming curls" He knew their mom always comments on how much effort his brother put on his hair and how little Donovan put on his and his beard, but lucky for him, he made it work. He took a bite of the chicken and shrugged "I'm a boring little chump, who would know that I would get old to be like that huh?" The only thing new in his life was that he knew the leader of the fight club, with came with benefits money-wise, but also it meant that he would fight less and bet more.



















