“Uh, looks great.”
“Yeah, I just had it planted.” His voice is full of pride before Abby’s voice gets closer.
“We’re going to let you go,” she says, stepping in front of him.
“Love you,” I call out just before we disconnect the call.
There’s an obvious pep in my step as I’m getting myself ready for work today. Curling my hair feels fun and not tedious, pulling my scrubs up over my hips doesn’t make me groan at the couple of jumps I do to get them in place. I feel happier than I have in a while.
Before I walk out the door, my phone dings with a text message from Chase.
Chase
This will be waiting in the family suite for you Sunday. Wear it.
A picture of one of his jerseys pops up on the screen. It’s a special edition throwback jersey with his name and number on the back. It’s one of the only jerseys of his I don’t have, until now.
That sounds a little bossy.
Chase
Good.
Ford
Roundhouse kick right to the face if this goes south
Why would you assume it’s going to go south? And why would it be my fault?
Nate
Because Summer would never fuck things up with you.
Liam
Roundhouse kick to the face and then a good old fashioned WWE smackdown diving knee drop.
What the hell is that?
Liam
I’ll attack you when you’re least expecting it and take you to the ground.
Nate
All of this during the off season of course.
Okay, enough.
I grab my charger from the nightstand to plug my phone in and end this conversation. Summer told Ford and Abby about our relationship status and since then I’ve received an influx of messages from not just the guys, but the girls as well. All warning me not to screw anything up.
Last night, Summer stopped over briefly to drop off some things for CeCe. My mom insisted she stay for dinner since she conveniently made so much food. It’s been nice having my mom around lately, but I know she’s also itching to get back to her retired life of travel and relaxation in a couple days. She leaves the day after Christmas and I know CeCe will be sad to see her leave, but she’ll be excited to have more time with Summer again.
When she asked if she could stop by to drop off something she bought for CeCe, I assumed it would be a coloring book or a new set of crayons, something simple that they always use together, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Summer rolled an entire cart of goodies in behind her. Some coloring books and crayons, sure. But there were new stuffed animals, a few books for her, craft supplies for painting and drawing, and then a bracelet making kit. The look on my face when she stepped through the doors probably alluded to my absolute shock, but Summer carried on like it was nothing.
“Can you believe Santa dropped all of this off at my house early?” she said to CeCe as she kept pulling things out of the cart.
