by Jamie Knight
“Did you see that interview on the news? With the Carrie girl?” He clears his throat which tells me all I need to know. “If it’s not too much trouble, I want our lawyers on that girl for libel. Yesterday would ideal, but immediately will also do.”
Kramer chuckles. “I’m on it. Are you coming to practice?”
“That’s the other reason why I’m calling. There’s something I’ve got to do, and the sooner, the better.”
“Does it have to do with Jenny?”
“It does,” I grunt.
“Good.” I’m surprised he’s on board so fast. Kramer doesn’t like anyone missing practice unless it’s a ‘good God damn reason.’ “Just make sure to keep her this time, huh?”
“Will do, coach. Will do.”
We hang up, and I get my keys. There aren’t very many places Jenny would go. I highly doubt she’s back in her dorm. The only other place I can think of is her parent’s house.
Thank God I have the address. I type it into my GPS and head out to the farm immediately. I need to get her back before it’s too late, and she’s decided I’m not worth any more. She’s the first girl to make me think that I actually could do something good and maybe even worthwhile with myself.
*****
I’ve been on the road for about an hour. It sucks that she’s so far away. I wish I could just be with her this instant. At least I have more time to think about what I want to say. I see a car approaching me, and it resembles Jenny’s. There’s no way. She passes me, and, seeing the driver, I know that it’s her.
I do the most illegal U-turn, not wanting to lose her again. I’m so anxious, my hands are gripping the steering wheel for dear life. I’m gonna break a bone if I don’t calm down.
Jenny pull into a gas station, and I follow suit. I don’t think she’s noticed me yet. I park a few cars down from her and get out. She’s about to walk into the store, but I call out.
“Jenny!”
I see her brow furrow, and she turns towards me. Her eyes go wide. She almost drops her keys. I haven’t really thought this through. What if she does a runner? I’m not about to go on a car chase, am I?
“Jameson, what are you doing here?”
It looks like she’s going to stay here which is encouraging. She takes a few steps towards me. I take a few steps towards her. We move away from the door and off to the side of the store. There’s still a little bit of distance.
I don’t think either one of us is ready to get hurt again.
“I’m here because I want you back.”
“What?” she gasps.
“I know I’ve made a whole host of mistakes. God knows I am an utter mess. But I want you in my life, not as a lucky charm, but as my girlfriend or fiancée or whatever. I want a real relationship with you.”
“A relationship?”
“Yeah, I know our whole thing is pretty unorthodox, but the two of us could start again. I’d love for something more permanent, but, if you need more time, I can go slow.”
“You want me to be your girlfriend?”
I don’t know if all this repeating is good or bad. I know she does it when she needs a little bit more time to think, but it doesn’t give me a handle on what she’s actually thinking or feeling.
“I do. I should have kept our date way back when we were in high school. I should have remembered you sooner. There’s a lot of things I should have done differently. But, I’m standing in front of you now, hoping you’ll take me as is.”
“As is? Factory settings and all,” she jokes.
“And all.”
It’s a good sign that Jenny’s smiling. It makes me feel like there might be some hope for us after all.
“It’s amazing that we ran into each other. Are you heading back to the city for class?”
She shakes her head. “I was coming to see you.”
“Me?” I’m shocked. Why? “Did you see that interview with Carrie?” Maybe she wanted to make sure we cleared up everything her old roommate said. Some of the claims made in that interview were audacious. It’s understandable if that’s what she actually came to see me about.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen any interview with Carrie. I just realized that I want to be with you. Even if you thought of me as your lucky charm, I wanted to be with you.”
“Come on, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re more than my lucky charm.”
Jenny smiles. “I know. I knew there was more between us even when you were too oblivious or chickenshit to admit it.”
“Ouch,” I feign being hurt by placing my hand over my heart.
“I was going to wait it out until you came to realize it too. You’re worth it to me, Jameson.”
Oh, that makes me feel good. That make me feel better than good. I may have been chickenshit like Jenny said, and I probably should have gotten over this a lot sooner, but I’m beyond happy that now is our time. It may have taken us a little longer to get here, but here we are.
“So, does that mean you’ll come back home with me?” Jenny tilts her head and smiles. The look on her face tells me she’s happy, but she’s keeping pretty quiet. “What is it?”
“I’ll come home with you on one condition.”
“And what’s that condition?”
“You have to promise me you’ll show me a baby picture.”
I’m very confused because this feels way out of left field.
“A baby picture? Why?”
“Because I was sitting in the living room with my parents, staring at the shelf that has all our photo albums, remembering how they showed you every last embarrassing photo they took of me, and I started to feel sad about the fact that I never got to see anything of yours.”
I laugh because it’s amazing that that was what she was focusing on. I would show her a picture of every baby on this earth if it meant she’d come back home with me.
“Okay, I’ll show you a picture.” I walk closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me.
“It has to be an embarrassing one,” she insists, placing her hands flat against my chest.
“I’ll make sure it’s the most embarrassing one I can find. I promise.”
“Perfect,” she whispers while getting on her tiptoes. I lean my head down a little bit to give her a kiss smack dab on her lips. I know there are people watching us, taking pictures with their cell phones. There will probably be pictures of us plastered all over the web and on the news by later tonight, but I don’t care.
I only care about Jenny.
I lean my forehead on hers breaking our kiss.
“Ready to go home?”
“Yeah, let’s.”
Epilogue
Jenny
I’m sitting in my usual spot in the box, waiting for the game to end. It’s the conference championship, and I’m on the edge of my seat, just thinking about what will happen if they make it to the Superbowl. I might die of excitement.
There’s one minute left on the clock, and the other team is ten yards from a touchdown. If they can just get past the goal line, that team will take the lead and the win.
The clock starts and the boys all go. The rival QB’s thrown the ball, and he’s tossed it off to the tight end who’s making a rush for the goal line. He’s so focused on getting there, he doesn’t notice Jameson coming right for him like a freight train.
Shit, shit, shit! Jameson’s not going to make it. He’s not fast enough.
I resist the urge to close my eyes and cross my fingers. I can’t watch but I have to.
But then Jameson speeds up. He slams into the tight end. Their bodies fall to the ground, but the other man reaches out the ball holding it towards the goal line like a spear. Time slows down as they fall. Then boom. Their bodies hit the ground and the whole stadium is hushed.
The ball is one inch from the goal line!
The clock runs out. The entire stadium goes wild. This means we’re going to the fucking Superbowl! They
did it!
*****
I’m waiting for Jameson where I always do, in the hallway outside the locker room. I’m so anxious to see him. He must be insanely jazzed about the fact that in a couple of weeks him and his team are going to be playing in the biggest games of the year.
I hear the locker room door opening and see Jameson coming down the way. I give him an excited wave. Usually, I wait until he reaches me, but, today, I can’t contain my excitement, and I run over to him. I jump into his arms. He catches me with ease
“You did it!” I scream.
He laughs, spinning me around. I throw my arms around him, squeezing as tight as I can muster.
“We did, baby. We did.”
I’m so god damn proud of him. He’s worked so hard to be the best player he can be, and it’s paid off.
“We need to celebrate!”
He chuckles again, this time putting me down. “I one hundred percent agree, but Coach Kramer asked me to give an interview before I leave. He wants me to talk about the game a little bit.”
“Yeah, go ahead. I’m sure you’ll knock it out of the park.”
He takes my hand and leads me outside. There’s a whole host of reporters all them asking all types of questions.
“One at a time please!” Jameson requests. They don’t really take his advice and keep clamoring over one another. “I’ll say,” he just starts, not really answering one question, but addressing everyone, “the game was great, and I’m excited to be going to the Superbowl with my team. It’s a hell of a way to spend my first full season.”
“What about the wedding? Is it going to happen after the season?”
Jameson points to whoever asked the question rather excitedly. “The wedding, yes! Actually, Jenny and I here are married. We eloped last weekend because I literally could not wait to be married to this perfect person over here.” He pulls me into him even tighter. “We’re still planning on having a big to-do, so our friends and family can come, but this is us officially announcing that we are married.”
I was beyond surprised when Jameson out-of-the-blue said we should get married. We were sitting, watching nothing in particular. I was on the verge of falling asleep, and he just said it.
“Want to get married?” he asked me. I thought he meant in general, so of course, I said yes, but it soon dawned on me he wanted to do it right then. It was a whir of emotions and running around. Honestly, the one thing I really remember is that I was happy beyond compare.
“Jenny, are you disappointed with eloping?”
I’m so taken by surprise by the question. I couldn’t dream of being disappointed about the fact that I’m married to Jameson.
“Of course not. I wanted to marry him, and I couldn’t be happier. Both of our families were there, so there really isn’t much more I could have asked for. And we’re still having a bigger wedding, so what’s there to be disappointed about.”
“What about that business with Carrie Adams? Are you happy with the public apology she issued?”
I hadn’t even thought about it really. There were all types of coverage on it given the legal case Jameson brought against her, but I didn’t even want to watch it because I didn’t care.
“Carrie doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve moved on with my life, and I think she has too.” I’m happy with the settlement, though. I guess it’s a lesson in actions having consequences. Everything was private, more of her family saving face. But I’m using the money to support my friends at Maggiano’s restaurant. I decided to join on as a silent partner.
It wasn’t a huge sum of money, but it was enough to sting Carrie’s pride and finances. And enough to keep ‘our’ restaurant in business with a new advertising budget. Jameson was more than on board with our plan. Maggiano’s has become a constant spot for us. Gio and Maria even set up a spot in the back, so we can come and go without people seeing us.
The reporters drift off, finding another player to hound with questions. Since they’re all gone, I turn to Jameson and give him a quick peck.
“Congrats on winning. I don’t think I’ve said that yet.”
“Thanks, but I don’t really care about winning anymore. You’re the real prize, babe.”
I swat him on the arm because he can be so corny sometimes. But I love it. And I love him.
“Oh, you just want me for my lucky charms,” I tease, wiggling my eyebrows.
“I just want you. Luck be damned. I doubt it’s even real.”
Oh, really?!
“I’m not so sure about that. I feel pretty lucky to have you.” I take his hand and place it over my stomach. “And I feel pretty luck to be having your baby.”
He looks down at his hand and then back up at me, alternating until he finally gets it. “This is happening? For real, for real?”
“Yes, I’m for real, for real pregnant,” I emphasize.
“Oh my God, you’re pregnant!” He looks into the crowd of people and starts pulling me. He stops by each little crowd telling anyone who will pay attention that we’re about to be parents.
Dear God, I may have created a monster.
“Come on, I need to take you home to ‘rest,’” he says to me. I know exactly what that means. We won’t be resting. At least not for a few hours
*****
We’re back in our apartment, and Jameson is immediately on top of me. He pushes me up against the door, parting my legs with his knee.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” Jameson comments, running his thumb along my bottom lip.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
He lets out a light chuckle before spinning me around and pressing into me. My body goes almost flat against the wall, and I feel his erection on my ass. It feels like a promise of good things to come.
I feel his fingers go underneath the hem of my pants and underwear, pulling them both down. His hands slide up my legs and cup my butt, giving it a good squeeze.
“Do you know you have the absolute best ass I have ever seen? Just beautiful.” He gives me a light smack, and then I hear him taking a few steps back. The sound of his belt coming undone, his pants hitting the floor titillates and thrills me.
His body is back on mine, and he swiftly enters me, pushing me further into the wall. He grabs my hand and slams them onto the wall, intertwining our fingers while he fucks me from behind. Each stroke penetrates deeper and deeper until it feels like I’m being torn in half from the inside, but in a good way. My toes curl with pleasure. Hot white embers are stoked in my center. My whole being is ablaze.
I throw my head back, feeling my body tense up right before the release. It all flows out of me, and then I feel Jameson spilling into me. His other hand grabs my breast, and he comes. I hear his grunts from behind me as he makes a few more lazy pumps.
We both take a few seconds to catch our breath before Jameson pulls himself out of me. The two of us pull our underwear back on. I’m leaning back against the door, looking at him. He’s absolutely perfect, and he’s mine.
His hands go around my waist, and he picks me up, my legs wrapping around him.
“We’re going to be motherfucking parents!” he yells.
I cup his cheeks and kiss him, so happy that this is where my life has led me.
It literally could not be any better and I feel super blessed.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Olivia
My thoughts were scattered that sunny morning in September. I was feeling all sorts of emotions, some that hung on like dew on your skin on a balmy summer day, and some that dissolved like sand castles under a wave.
Mostly, it was time that haunted me. Not just time, but the fact that it was passing, and I was not yet the woman I had always dreamt of being.
Still, I was working, finally, at my dream teaching job. That would have to be enough, at least for now.
Everything else could wait. Including my personal life, and dating.
“Look, Ms. Olivia!”
I heard a little voice calling to me.
As the kids in my first-grade class painted on the paper that lined the floors, one little girl drew a heart and a picture of her mommy and a child that represented herself, holding hands.
I knew it was supposed to be her because she had drawn a pony tail on top of the stick figure’s head and colored it yellow, just like her own hair color and the style in which she always wore it. A big red arrow pointed to a blob on the other side of the art piece – the blog was supposed to represent her father.
Of course, I knew this not by her amazing rendition, but by the heart and mish-mashed letters that did their best attempt to spell out, “Daddy.”
I smiled at her, trying to conceal the ache in my own heart about my own loneliness — it wasn’t my students’ faults.
“That’s so pretty, Michaela. Save it for your mommy. She’ll love it.”
Michaela smiled and got back to work as she pushed back her blonde ponytail, which was covered in gooey paint by now. Apparently, she still wanted to add some final touches to her masterpiece.
As for me, I wanted love so badly. Certainly, I loved my “kids” — my students. But I was yearning for my own family… my own real kids.
The birds, especially the one little sparrow that always hung out with us, were perched on the window of the lovely little school house. Their presence brought me comfort.
As they gathered and chirped, it reminded me of a time long ago when I could be found daydreaming out the window at Pierson Elementary. In fact, I remember my teacher, Ms. Betsy, always trying to get me to focus. She was so nice, even if she did have a superbly wretched perm.
