Hawk’s idea of a hot date is apparently to come watch me play soccer with the Phe-Moms. Since it’s the off-season, he volunteers to pick Wyatt up from daycare for me and by the time I’m done putting up my hair and changing into my soccer stuff, the two of them are standing in the living room wearing matching shirts that say “Phe-MOM-enal.”

“Where’d you guys get those?” I laugh, scooping Wyatt up to kiss him.

Hawk grins and shrugs. “Had them made ...