𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐲-𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Averie looked down at her daughter practically bouncing in her spot and she wondered just how much fun she had tonight with her uncle. Drew talked about Jordan more than he could imagine, mentioning moments between their time together from time to time. “This all sounds absolutely delicious!” She said, the little girl erupting into giggles as she looked over at her uncle with a look of approval. They cracked her up most of the time, but sometimes she felt guilty. The guilt harbored from her messy divorce but she was working on moving forward, progressing for the future of her daughter and herself. She couldn’t hold onto the past that no longer served her.
“Do you not want to get paid? I can go take that direct deposit right back,” she said to him, helping Drew with her chopsticks and plate. She gave her an assortment of options, handing her her bright turquoise chopsticks. “Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun all day playing with Drew. Sometimes, it’s good to come out of your cave, Jordy,” she teased him, grabbing a sushi right off the platter with a smile.
“Have you seen grandpa recently?” She asked him, handing him his own plate.
Growing up, Jordan was determined not to work for his family. It’s just weird, especially where money’s going to be concerned, so he veered as far away as possible from that notion. Well, here they are. The worst that could happen is they get accused of nepotism, right? “Joke’s on you, if I don’t get paid I’m just gonna crash right here, rent-free,” he muses, and picks up a California roll that goes directly into his mouth. "Hecks yeah, D and I always have the best time, right?” He waggles his eyebrows at his niece. “How about you come out of your cave? When’s the last time you even went on a date? A date date, not a business-suits-and-cocktails-at-six date.” He probably shouldn’t be so nosy about his sisters’ love life but of all of them, they’re the only ones who’ve ever really gotten to the point of marriage and children. And as much as he enjoys babysitting his niece and nephew, he’s not sure he’s the best influence in the long run.
He pushes himself off of the floor and pads back to the kitchen to see what drinks they have. “Uh... no, not really. He’s been a little under the radar lately.” He grabs a juice pack for Drew and two light beers for himself and Averie.” Been havin’ secret meetings with that bar owner guy. Real hush-hush. Can’t get anything out of him, either,” he adds, popping off the beer caps and returning to his spot to place the bottles on the table and poke Drew’s juice pack with the straw for her.











