What had started out as a scrimmage had turned into something so much more.
A soccer scrimmage for high schoolers.
It should’ve been nothing more than that.
Only, one dumbass parent came to the game drunk off his ass and sporting a chip on his shoulder. He’d taken offense that his kid had gotten a red card and had barged onto the field like his kid was in danger when she most certainly was not.
Words were exchanged between the refs and the coaches, then the parent was pulling a gun out and waving it around at the players and coaches.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up at the woman who’d come walking around the corner of the guest bedroom where she’d taken up residence since she’d moved in.
It felt good to have her in my home.
It felt worse that she was in my home and not in my bed.
“Watching a video that was sent to me by my mother,” I grumbled.
She came to stand behind me and looked at the video over my shoulder. “At the time,” she said quietly, “I didn’t know that I was pregnant.”
But she had been.
I was so freakin’ tired of the love of my life’s life being in danger.
What did I have to do to make sure that she was protected and safe?
“I love that little commentary, though,” Nettie drawled.
I glanced at the follow-up message from my mother. “How embarrassing. Can you get it taken down? I don’t want this associated with the Windsor name.”
Embarrassing?
First off, Nettie had nothing to do with that.
That was a crazed parent.
Second, if I were to ask for anything to be associated with our name, it would be a famous soccer player putting herself in front of a loaded gun to save children.
But maybe that was just me.
“She’s such a bitch,” I said. “How do you feel about moving to Norway?”
“Don’t they make their babies sleep outside in the freezing cold?” Nettie asked.
I paused. “That might be Norway…”
She plopped down on the couch next to me and propped her feet into my lap.
I took one foot, slipped the two socks off, and started to massage.
“Want to tell me what you were thinking?”
“You mean when I was getting a gun aimed at me, or when I was at Koen’s place watching Ida Bell today?”
Both.
I wanted to know every thought that crossed her mind, important or not.
