NFH

“What’s going on?”

“How the hell should I know?” Trevor asked, not bothering to look away from the game as Jason sat down on the couch next to him.

“Because it was your wife who called this meeting,” Jason said, handing him a beer.

“What meeting?” he absently asked, shaking his head in disgust at the lame plays they got away with in the NFL.

“Your wife called a family meeting,” Uncle Jared said as he walked past them, stealing his son’s beer as he went to claim the spot on the other side of him.

“Greedy bastard,” Jason grumbled, getting up to get more beer. Not that Trevor cared as long as everyone left him alone so that he could enjoy his first kid-free game in years.

“Why don’t we-”

“No,” Zoe said, pinching the bridge of her nose and getting that stubborn look that Connor was quickly becoming familiar with when she dealt with her husband.

Trevor narrowed his eyes on his small wife, getting that determined look that unfortunately, Connor was also familiar with. It was the look that Trevor always got when he wanted to do something that was guaranteed to end up fucking them all over.

“I don’t see why I can’t take the kids Trick or Treating and you stay here to give out the candy,” Trevor bit out, glaring mutinously down at his wife.

“I don’t either,” Jason said with a matching glare for his adorable little wife who was ignoring him as she helped the children with their costumes.