Out of Bounds: (Love for the Game Book 3)

by Remi Grey

  “Good.” He turns to Kara and gives her the same look only this time she doesn’t return his look. “Now onto you. I know how old you are. I get it. You are past the age where your hormones are out of control and you already had the sex talk. Trust me, I got it. But if you ever so much as fix your lips to talk back to me again, you won’t like me.”

  Now he turns to the both of us together. “If you two want to date go ahead but James, keep it off my court and Kara, go home and finish your studies. You are to get married and stay married and children should follow after. No excuses.”

  “I was meaning to talk to you about that,” Kara says to Larry.

  “What? You two breaking up already? No, no, unacceptable. You wanted to be together so bad you got your wish.”

  “No, not that. The studies part. You see, nursing sucks. I’ve put much thought into it and I want to pursue a different career. I just don’t know what yet. I put off telling anyone in the family because I know I won’t get the reaction I’m looking for,” Kara says nervously.

  “Then do something different with your life if it’s not what you want to do. Simple as that,” Larry replies with no hint of disappointment.

  “That’s all? You’re not going to shame me or tell me that it will be a big mistake if I just up and leave the program?” she asks with an astonished look on her face. “All this time I’ve been worried for nothing?”

  “Shaming is for your mother to do. Do you think she approved of me wanting to make a career out of basketball? She thought it was the equivalent of me wanting to be a musician thus throwing my whole life down the drain. It’s not until you actually show her that you can be successful by doing what you want to do despite how she feels about it. Look at me now,” explains Larry.

  Kara’s mouth stays open in disbelief of the stress her mind put her through for thinking of this moment for too long. Larry turns to me and smiles after watching Kara become speechless. “Smooth,” I tell him.

  “Now excuse me while I order. We’ve been talking for too long already. Who’s hungry?” Larry asks, browsing his menu and summoning the waitress.

  Epilogue

  Kara

  It’s funny how time flies by when you meet someone you instantly fall in love with. Despite how hard it was for James and I to be together at first we are more than grateful that everything worked out in our favor.

  I am happy to be living in Cleveland with my dear husband, James. So far marriage has been a fairy tale, but I know it won’t be like this forever. There comes a time in every marriage when arguments will occur, and you will never see eye to eye and everything your partner does makes you sick but right now I just want to enjoy life as it is.

  While James is at practice, I take the time to clean the house and do laundry. Nowadays, I haven’t been able to do much. I have been feeling a little sick lately so when James comes home, he tries to pick up some of the slack.

  I know he doesn’t mind and does it without complaining but I feel bad about being home all day and not getting much of anything done. Today, I am supposed to be working from home which is becoming increasingly harder and harder to do but it's better than suffering at an office with people watching me and wanting to know what is going on so that they can spread their workplace gossip.

  I finally found a new career that seems perfect for me. I work as a public relations specialist for the Cleveland Bullets, which Larry and James find beneficial to them and their image. The family business, I guess you can call it.

  It sure beats any office job that I ever held, and it pays just as well as nursing. You know, writing has always been my forte as well as figuring out ways to cover someone’s ass when they get in trouble with the media. I found the most happiness in being able to make a great living and paying down a good chunk of my student debt that I accumulated from not finishing my nursing degree. I find it's still worth it.

  I managed to attend a virtual meeting that was scheduled today despite my head feeling queasy and a horrible bout of nausea. I was able to maintain a normal demeanor throughout the duration but as soon as the meeting ended, I headed straight for the bathroom with the worst upset stomach. Where are these symptoms coming from? It’s like they are coming out of nowhere.

  By 4 PM, I realized I need to get ready to attend a late doctor’s appointment until my best friend, Gina, knocks on my door carrying two plastic bags. “It’s me. Open up!” she calls from outside.

  “Gina, I have a doctor’s appointment I’m on my way to.” She ignores my words and lets herself in.

  “You told me how you’ve been feeling these past few days, and I have a remedy.” She says putting her bag down and going through it. “This will only take a second.” In the bag she takes out a bottle of apple juice. She turns the other bag upside down to let six different brands of pregnancy tests fall on the couch.

  “Oh, no,” I tell her knowing good and well what she wants me to do.

  She picks one up and hands it to me and says, “you know what to do.” I look at her as if she’s insane, but she insists, “I am positive. I had the dream. The fish dream and you’re the only person I associate with these days.”

  “Gina-” I start.

  “Do it for my sanity, Kara. The quicker you take it the faster you can be on your way. I’ll even drive you to your appointment.” She offers the apple juice to me. “Do you have to go yet?”

  I go into the bathroom without saying a single word and take the test not expecting much to come out of it. I guess I got the shock of my life because I haven’t been keeping up with when my last menstrual was or the last time I ovulated.

  I find out within the first two minutes that there is a clearly positive pregnancy test that showed up dark and bold right in front of me. I feel no emotions yet. I let Gina in the bathroom and take another test while she was on the other side of the bathroom staring at the results. I managed to save enough pee to take another one to confirm but I still have the same positive answer.

  “And there you have it. My dreams never lie. My intuition is never wrong,” she says in excitement. “Yay, a new baby!” She senses that I am not as happy as she is. “You may not be happy yet but as soon as we get you some relief from all these symptoms you will be.”

  Maybe she’s right. She does have three kids but why did I have to pick out a best friend who seems gypsy-like? When I first met her in high school, I could have sworn she was at least pagan, and I was right.

  Ever since then she has been helping me to get things I wanted in life like money, revenge, good luck, and now as adults she swears the only reason I’m married is because she cast a strong love spell on the day of the full blood moon with amplified crystals. I am starting to think she set me up for parenthood as well.

  “I am happy that I am having a baby but was this your doing, G-I-N-A?” I ask accusingly.

  “No ma’am. Magic can only help you conceive but you know what needs to be done in order to make the baby right?”

  “Yeah. I guess I’m overreacting. It’s just a bit soon, you know?” I ask while starting to pace in the bathroom. “I’ve been married a year and a half now. I just started a new career after starting over in college and now suddenly a baby. Could it all just be a dream?”

  “No, it’s real mama. It’s too early for you to start worrying. You and James are going to be great parents. You’re going to do fine in your career too. The universe will make sure of that.”

  “Alright.” I let out a sigh of relief. I am happy but it has not dawned on me as of yet that I am going to be a new mother. “Are you ready to go the doctor’s office with me?” I ask Gina.

  “I would but I offered to drive you if you weren’t pregnant. Now that we both know you are let’s not pay a doctor hundreds of dollars to tell you something that we figured out for under ten bucks,” she responds.

  She has a point. I log onto my laptop to go to my patient portal to cancel my appointment today and reschedule a prenatal appointment for a later date. First,
I have to get my calculations in order to find out how far along I may be but first, how am I going to tell James and Larry?

  I have an idea. I get on my phone and send a group message to them both: “What would you do if I had one of these?” I send a baby emoji beside it.

  And now, to wait for a response.

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