It was easy as a kid to look the other way when it came to Summer’s crush on me. But when I look back now, there were so many moments I really did miss. Things that just went right over my head. I’ve never been someone who’s had constant people in my life. Sure, my family. But when it came to friends, I made them based on my circumstances. Where I was going to school or what team I was playing for. I don’t even talk to anyone from high school anymore and it’s rare that I talk to any of my college buddies anymore. But Summer was always there. I know she’s my sister’s best friend, and regardless of what happens down the line with us, I know that’ll never change between them.
But she’s become mine, too.
I’ve known her over half my life and I only recently startedgettingto know her. I feel like I missed out on so much time with her, so many memories that could’ve been made. But if I would’ve doneonething differently, I wouldn’t have CeCe. And even though I wish I would’ve noticed Summer sooner– I have to be glad that I didn’t. Because having CeCe– being a dad, it’s the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Summer simply amplifies my life. She makes everything I already have brighter, better. She’s it– for both of us.
“What’s got you in such a good mood this morning? I thought you also didn’t want to do this bullshit?” I ask Liam.
He’s already seated in the auditorium with a giant smile spread across his face, but he doesn’t answer me.
Nate and Ford both walk in and take a seat in the front row next to Liam and I.
“Looks like we have an audience today,” Ford says as he leans back in the seat beside me, pointing to the media staff against the far west wall.
Media is never in team meetings, but considering we’re their next “team to highlight” for the off-season film, I’d expect nothing less.
“That explains why this one is so happy.” I nudge Liam’s arm as I glance to the double doors, seeing a familiar face about to walk in.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Liam sits himself up straighter in the chair as our coaches all walk in, followed by a tall brunette.
“Morning, Gentlemen,” Demi Sanchez says as she walks by the four of us and toward the media staff.
I’d say I’m surprised she’s here, given everything she’s been publicly going through over the last six months, but she’s a professional. And at the end of the day she’s one of the best sports reporters out there.
Her heels click against the auditorium floor as she strides past us, walking tall and confident toward her crew.
“Morning, Demi.” The four of us reply almost in unison.
I glance at Liam from the corner of my eye and can already see the smirk lined on his lips.
Here we go.
