He sniffs. “Thanks, Coach.”
“We’ll see you soon.”
I find a shirt in my dresser and throw it on. Making a house call to the hospital in the middle of the night wasn’t on the list of duties I was given when I took on this head coaching role, but that’s something else I’ve learned along the way. When your guys need you, you show up for them.
Grabbing a pair of socks and my shoes, I switch my pajama bottoms for a pair of joggers. I pull on a sweatshirt while I type out a text to the team.
Me
Emmy is in labor.
I’m not surprised when responses start flying in.
Sullivan
Cool.
Everett
OH MY GOD. Are you seirious?! Where is she?11? Is Mavrick shtting hmself? Why am I crying????? It’s not ev3n my kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sully!!! I need some mre fkng enthsusm from you!
Sullivan
Learn to spell, then we’ll talk.
Everett
I’m so excited I can’t type right!!!!!!
Richardson
DADDY MAVVY!!!!!!
Hayes
Is Maverick having a panic attack?
Me
He’s having an appropriate response to the situation. They’re at MedStar Georgetown.
Mitchell
Maverick is the only person I’d go back to that hospital for.
Me
He’d understand if you didn’t want to.
Mitchell
No way. He was there for me. I’m going to be there for him.
Me
I’m sure they have a private room, but phones get turned off when we get there. No posting to social media. No photos. Same team rules apply. Got it?
