Tate
a baby? He’s nine.
Fitz
Damn you look good for your thirties.
Ronan
Do none of you read player stats? He’s 28.
Jordan
Didn’t beat teen pregnancy huh?
Tate
So, is that a no? I got the dates mixed up and sent mine on vacation.
Jordan
Alexis already went ahead with Rosie to her mom's. We sent ours on holiday too. Maybe Emalyn?
Ronan
She’s traveling with the team too.
Fitz
Worst comes to worst; Randall will let him tag along.
Ronan
Fuck.What I'd do to be able to call him Randall.
Fitz
You’d abuse the power.
Ronan
Absolutely I would.
Jordan
You better be there Tx. We are not skating laps for you!
I run a hand down my face. I’ve only been here a week and I’m already slacking. I relied so much on momma back home and didn’t even realize. I don’t think there’s anyone I trust as much as her.
A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I run a hand through my hair. It’s already getting a little longer than I like.
I’m haphazardly pulling on my suit pants when a little light bulb goes off over my head. Allison. The boys go to the same school so Matty couldjust ride with him… maybe. Is that asking too much too soon?
Either way I have to try. I grab my keys off the nightstand as I haul ass down the stairs and out the front door. I hardly notice the night's chill hitting my face as I rush next door and knock on the door frantically.
It takes a moment when the porch light comes on and a sleepy Allison cracks the door. Her eyes are hardly open and she’s wearing the tiniest pair of pajamas I’ve ever seen. My heart stalls out and falls on the floor at her feet.
My mouth is gaping like a fish as my eyes roam hungrily. Allison’s eyes ravage me with the same intensity. Her blonde hair is braided back and tied off in a silk ribbon She exhales softly as her eyes linger on my shirtless figure.
