Richard

One Year Later.

“Hey, little man,” I say in greeting to Tory Maverick who is stepping out of a hotel room.

“Hey,” he greets with a smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the party later on?” I ask him, ruffling his brown hair.

“Nah, all I got to do is put on a tux. I think I’m good. The moms are with the rest of the kids in the room. It’s a disaster in there,” he says with a shudder making me chuckle.

I decide it might be best not to go in search of Maya.

“Come on, you can hang out with me and the other dads,” I tell him and he looks happy with that.

A few hours later and we’re walking into the ballroom in Saint Louis where the party for our grand opening is being held. There were some hiccups along the…