The next morning…
RING... RING!
Violet looked over at the side table where she had laid her phone. She rubbed her eyes and looked over, seeing Brody moving, trying to wake up too.
With a sleepy voice, "Hello?"
"Auntie! Guess where I am." Timmy yelled into the phone.
"Where buddy? I'm riding a motorcycle. Mr. Dax is going to take me for a ride!" he said excitedly. "Tell Brody sorry, but I think Mr. Dax is cooler than he is." Timmy laughed while Violet heard Dax in the background egging him on.
Brody could hear the excited boy over the phone and just laughed. Moving closer to the phone, he said, "Tell that weasel, Daxton, I'm going to kick his butt. When I'm done, I'm coming for you next for waking me up."
"Here that, buddy. Brody's coming for ya."
"I can take him." Tim laughed. "I have a wrestling belt now. I'm the Champ."
