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yes I need some jersey Leeds jokes with uncle T now
Thinking about our Jersey Leeds family meeting up with Timo for lunch after Worlds are over, just to have a little get together and hang out before Timo goes to Spain for a bit and they head to Bern to get ready for baby #2’s arrival.
And Jersey is so excited because she gets to wear her new, pretty white sandals with the flowers on them, and you and her got matching red pedicures. As soon as she spots Timo waiting outside the restaurant and there’s no more street to cross, Nico is letting go over her hand so she can sprint up to Timo.
“Uncle T!” She screams, like she hasn’t seen him almost every day since they got to Zurich. He matches her energy though, crouching down to hug her with an equally excited shout of “Jersli!”
And she giggles and giggles when he stands up, two big arms wrapped around her and swaying back and forth.
She’s still carrying around her stuffed Cooly from the tournament, so Timo pauses and looks at the cow.
“It’s Cooly Chuelli Hischier.” She corrects, having been on a full name kick. You’re certain Cooly is the first of her stuffies to get a middle name because you and Nico have been pouring over name ideas for the baby, and Jersey is always paying attention.
“Cooly Chuelli Hischier,” Timo amends, then sets her back on her two feet. He helps straighten out her pink sundress and pull the little purse that’s fallen into the crook of her elbow back up on shoulder.
“What do you got in there?” He asks, touching the #13 charm that hangs from it. It’s the same charm you have on your purse.
“Papa,” Jersey explains, proudly lifting her chin. Timo, still crouched on the sidewalk, peers up at Nico and you in confusion.
“Uh, I don’t think Papa fits in there,” Timo laughs, and Jersey spins around to hand Nico Cooly. Then she’s messily slipping her purse off her shoulder, Timo helping her uncoordinated toddler hands open the zipper.
Nico is all dimples and crinkled eyes when Jersey pulls out her stack of hockey cards, all of them ones of Nico, and then the hotel key she begged him for, and a tube of chapstick that you convinced her was the same as lipgloss.
“Wow,” Timo says excitedly, “you’ve got a lot of Papas in there.”
Pleased with herself, Jersey lets Timo put all her stuff back in her little purse, but then he’s frowning, looking back in there with furrowed eyebrows.
“There’s no money though,” he says, “who’s gonna pay for lunch?”
Jersey goes wide eyed for a moment, tapping her chin in contemplation before gasping. She spins around again, attaching herself to Nico’s leg and grinning.
“Papa buy lunch?” She asks, jutting out her bottom lip “Please? For Jersli?”
You bite back a laugh as he hums, tapping his chin in the same manner she did. Then he’s scooping her up on his hip, tucking Cooly back into her arm and promising, “of course I’ll buy my Jersli lunch!”
He pecks a kiss to her smiling cheek, “and mama,” he kisses the other cheek, “and baby,” and then her forehead, “and Cooly Chueli Hischier too.”
Jersey squeals, kicking her legs and snuggling into Nico. Timo scoffs, hands on his hips and frowns even deeper at Jersey.
Her smile drops, thinking again before she shrugs.
“Sorry Uncle T, Papa said no.”
