“Al? You in here?” Aaron, my best friend and one of our players, shouts from outside the bathroom.
“Shit. I have to tell Aaron.” I cover my face with my hands.
“He’ll know Liam’s number, right?”
I pop my head up. “Yes! He should.”
I run my hands over my face, doing my best to wipe away the tears and the overall distress the last ten minutes have brought. I move around my sister and open the door.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” I walk to him and hug him.
“I just came to see what my favorite girl was up to. You wanna grab some lunch?”
“Are you done for the day?”
“Hi, Presley.” He nods at my sister when she walks out of the bathroom.
“Hello, Aaron.” She sits on the edge of my desk and crosses her arms.
She’s known Aaron for as long as I have, since our parents are good friends. For some reason, though, she’s never really cared for him, and I don’t know why.
“Uh, yeah. I just wrapped up in the weight room, and I’m starving.”
Glancing down, I look at his leg. “Your knee holding up?”
He had an injury in college and occasionally has some pain when he’s training hard. We’re getting ready to go into spring camp, so he’s been building up the muscle around it to strengthen it. We took a gamble, drafting him, knowing he had this injury, but our family ties made it a little … complicated to not draft him.
“Doing good. I’ll be fine, Al.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me into him.
“Aaron, you should go have one of the trainers check you before you leave, but first, we need your help with something,” Presley says.
“Pres.” I glare at her.
“What’s up?” He tips his head up when he looks at her.
“Alie needs Liam Pitz’s number.” She cuts to the chase. My sister is anything but subtle.
“Why? He’s a dickbag,” he huffs.
After my night with Liam, I told Aaron the very basics of our time together. He knows that I saw texts from Liam’s best friend, Archie Griffith, and a text from a woman, but that’s pretty much all I told him. He doesn’t need to know details about my sex life. Although things are about to get a little more personal.
“Whether he’s a dickbag or not, she needs his number.” Presley stands and takes my hand in hers and squeezes gently.
“Alie, what’s going on?” He puts his hands on his hips and tips his head when he looks at me.
“Well…” I swallow. The words feel stuck in my throat, so I look at my sister pleadingly.
“She’s pregnant,” Presley announces.
“Pregnant?” He looks confused.
Me too, buddy.
“Yes, as in they had intercourse, and now she’s carrying a child,” she says sarcastically. “Do you need me to explain further?”
I love my sister, but she can be a little blunt.
“I got it, Presley. Thanks.” He glares at her. “And it’s Pitz’s baby? You’re sure?”
