“I agree with Jax. I’ve heard all this before—the Mayson curse…blah blah blah,” Cobi says, leaning against the wall.
“Can you hurry? I have a date,” Bax says, looking smug before getting a pound from Jax.
I look at Asher and shake my head. My sons and nephews are a f**king handful. I thought my brothers and I were bad growing up, but hell no! We’re looking more and more like choir boys compared to them.
“The younger boys have never heard about it, so shut up and sit down,” Asher says, and all the boys automatically sit down and shut up. Once Asher finishes telling them about the curse and the history of it, they all look at each other and laugh.
“You, Uncle Cash, Uncle Trevor, and Uncle Asher are all just crazy. I don’t care what any of you say. The Mayson curse isn’t real. It’s just something Great-Grandpa and Grandpa Mayson made up to make you guys worry or something.” Bax shrugs, walking over to sit down next to me.
“I never believed it either,” I tell them, and Asher, Trevor, and Cash nod in agreement. “Then I saw Sophie, and boom! It was like my soul knew hers, and I needed her to breathe. One day, boys, you’re going to know what I’m talking about,” I tell my sons and nephews. Just like me, they don’t believe, and just like my dad, and his dad before him, they have been warned.
What none of us know was that we should’ve been sharing this same story with our daughters, for unbeknownst to any of us, the Mayson curse doesn’t affect only the men in the Mayson family.