Relaxing quietly in the haze of our morning romp, we go over everything we need to do for the day. The party is around noon at Momma’s house, so if we want to get everything together and over there in time to set up, we need to get our asses in gear. When we hear Braden start babbling to himself in the next room, we get dressed and get on with our day.
Chapter 3
“Hey, birthday boy!” Momma reaches for the baby and he smiles and laughs at her silly faces. Walking into Momma’s house will always feel like coming back home.
“Let me help you there, Reid.” Evan walks out of the kitchen tossing a dishtowel over his shoulder.
“Thanks, Evan. Good to see you again.” Reid and Evan do that guy greeting that still makes me laugh—a handshake, half hug, half back-slap kind of thing—and then they bring the bags into the kitchen where Evan is putting the finishing touches on the food.
Momma and I bring Braden into the backyard, which has been transformed into a little boy’s racecar dream come true. There are balloons everywhere and the tables are covered in racing stripe tablecloths. “What do you think?”
Gasping through the hand covering my mouth, I squeal in delight. “Momma! It’s perfect. Thank you so much for letting us do this here.” She pulls the ‘are you kidding me’ face and puts Braden in his pack-n-play where a new set of toy cars waits for him. Melanie and Bryan join us in the back and help us get everything else set up. “Wow, Mom. When you go for a theme, you really kill it, huh?” Melanie whistles as she scans the yard before walking over to Braden and kissing the top of his head.
“It’s an important day, so I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” Momma winks at me before she makes her way back into the kitchen to help Evan with the rest of the food. “Bryan, can you come help me carry out some of the drinks?” Momma calls from the back door and Bryan pops a kiss to Melanie’s cheek before running off to help her.
“So . . .” I elbow Melanie in the side, but she just shrugs her shoulders.
“So what?”
“Oh cut it! Did you talk to Bryan last night?” I elbow her again and she blushes. Bryan and Melanie just moved in together last week, and while the last few months of their relationship has been smooth sailing, to say they got off to a rough start is an understatement.
“Kinda, but not really,” she responds rather shyly.
“Oh, so that’s how you’re going to play it, huh? Come on, spill it, girl! You got out of it last night by bringing up your newest book boyfriend, but that’s not going to work now.” I arch an eyebrow at her. She’s not getting out of it this time.
She flops down onto the bench at the picnic table and starts picking at a non-existent piece of fuzz on her shirt. “You want the truth?” She still hasn’t made eye contact with me.
“Of course I want the truth, Mel.” I place my hand on top of hers and squeeze gently. “Is something going on?”
“No, nothing’s going on . . . it’s just, I guess it’s not as easy as we thought, and that’s not exactly an easy conversation to bring up, you know.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I know how closed-up Melanie can get and I hate what it did to her last time her world was in upheaval. So even if she tells me she doesn’t want to talk, I’ll get it out of her.
But, much to my surprise, she actually opens up. “Things between Bryan and I are great, actually. It’s just weird to be so settled down and be so young. I know Bryan loves me and I love him, but we’re only in our early twenties. I guess sometimes I get a little freaked out thinking about how young we are that’s all.” I’m so proud of her for finally being able to open up about what she’s afraid of, that I can’t help but smile at her.
“Does it help to know I feel the same way about me and Reid?” Melanie turns her head to me so quickly that she almost falls off the bench.
“But you guys are married and have a kid together.”
“I know, Mel, and I really do love our life, but I can’t say it’s not scary to think about how young we are. But you know what? At the end of the day, I know I’m happy. If I can end each day feeling happy about the life we’ve created, then who cares how old I am.”
“I know you’re right, Maddy. I am deliriously happy with Bryan; I just hope he’s happy with me.”
She huffs at me when I shoot her my best ‘you’re out of your freaking mind’ face. “He wouldn’t be inside with your mom helping and spending the day with your family if he wasn’t crazy in love with you.”
“You don’t get it, Maddy. You’re perfect through and through. Reid will never look at another woman the way he looks at you. I still feel less than perfect some days and I hate that I let those feelings seep into my relationship.” Reid’s words from earlier this morning flash through my brain and I instantly feel the weight of his love, settling deep in my chest, alleviating some of my perceived imperfections.
“I get it more than you think, Mel.” Without getting into the sexier details of my morning, I share with her just how uncomfortable I feel about my post baby-body. Being able to talk to another girl about body issues somehow helps me feel much better about them. We’re able to boost each other up without bringing each other down. We joke about grandma arm-flab, Freddy Kruger-like stretch marks, and junk in the trunk. Somehow, by the end of our chat, we’ve exorcised some of our demons—ones that we see in a much worse light than anyone else ever would.
By the time everyone else comes back outside, we’ve moved on to laughing about the shortcomings of our significant others. “I know seriously, how difficult is it to drop the dirty clothes in the laundry basket instead of next to it.”
“Pfft. That’s nothing. Reid dutch-ovened me the other night. I seriously thought I was going to throw up.” I make a mock-gagging noise, which Braden finds hilarious. He starts making farting noises with his tongue, which only adds to our laughter.
“Oh my God, the farting. Seriously, I had no clue guys farted that much.” Melanie laughs hysterically just as Bryan and Reid walk up behind us.
“You better watch it there, Maddy. You’re no better.” Reid pulls a face at me as he lifts Braden up into the sky. “Little man here takes after you in more than just being cute, you know.”
“Yeah, well at least I don’t suffocate you under the sheets! And for the record, girls do not stink nearly as bad as boys.” Sticking my tongue out at him only adds to the childishness of this exchange. When Reid looks over to Bryan to weigh in, he pretends to be busy not hearing a word Reid just said.
“So you’re just going to leave me hanging like that?”
“Um, yeah, I am.” Pulling Melanie to his side, he smiles wide. “I sleep with her. I’m not that dumb.” We all get lost in a fit of giggles joking around with each other. In the midst of it all, Melanie and I share a look of understanding, of sisterhood. In that split second of eye contact, we know we’ll both be okay—all four of us will be okay. Despite our insecurities about our bodies, and our concerns about our age, the four of us seem to share something that can never be taken away from us.
The bonds of being a family.
The rest of the afternoon passes in more laughter and happy conversations. For the most part, the guys man the grill. Men and their meat—don’t even get me started. As I watch Reid try to put out a burger that has somehow caught on fire, Dylan struts up beside me. “Hey! I was wondering when you were going to get here.” He hugs me and pops a quick kiss on the top of my head before reaching for Braden.
“Hey, little man. Happy birthday.” Dylan tosses him in the air a few times to which Braden’s reaction is giggles. Mine is to stop breathing. Seriously, why do people feel the need to toss my baby into the air?
Reid comes up behind Dylan and claps him on the shoulder. “Hey, man. Good to see you.”
As if it’s written into their DNA, Reid and Dylan immediately start talking about some baseball game that went into forty extra innings or something like that. I just tune them out and greet the rest of the guests as they arrive.
After dinner is done and it’s time to serve the cake, I go into the kitchen to get out my masterpiece. Okay, fine. It’s so not a masterpiece, but when I put the “1” birthday candle into the center of the best racecar-shaped cake I’ll ever make, I get a little emotional.
Reid surprises me as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “It turned out great, babe.”
“Ehh, it’s not perfect, but I’m glad I was finally able to come up with something.”
“It’s chocolate and icing—that’s all a one-year-old needs.” He kisses my temple and carries the cake out to Braden who’s strapped into his high chair out on the back deck.
Reid and I stand next to Braden who looks more than shell-shocked when everyone starts singing. But at the end of the song, when everyone starts clapping, Braden brings his chubby little hands together and claps along with them. He just stares at his cake for a minute, like he doesn’t know what to do. Leave it to Reid to show him, though.
“Like this, B,” he says as he swipes his finger through the icing and right onto my cheek. I watch Reid lick the icing from his finger, more than a little shocked he just cake-faced me. Going in for the kill, I grab a handful of cake and toss it at him. Agile as ever, he ducks and it lands in Melanie’s hair.
She grabs a cupcake from the table next to her and launches it me. When it hits me square in the chest, Momma calls out, “Stop . . .” But before she can get any more words out, Evan squishes a cupcake on the top of her head. She turns quickly on her heels and shoots Evan a death stare quickly followed by a fit of laughter. “Oh, that’s it, Ev!” she calls out as she smashes a cupcake into his cheek. Reid’s busy watching the food-fight he just started. Catching him off-guard, I manage to smear a handful of cake into his face. He quickly repays the favor while managing to leave a streak of icing across my chest.
Through it all, Braden catches on, and by the time we look over at him, he’s covered in icing from ear-to-ear. Everyone “ohhs” and “ahhs” at how cute he’s being when he licks his fingers and says, “Mmmm.”
Calling a truce, Reid and I stand next to Braden and each kiss a cheek—another perfect snapshot to add to our growing list of happy memories.
When most of the chaos of our little food-fight calms, Momma takes Braden inside to wash him up. Reid hands me a napkin and leans into my ear. With a seductive lilt to his voice, he whispers, “Can I lick you clean?”
“Maybe. Under one condition, though?” His eyes widen a little and I know he must be recalling what we did only hours ago.
“Anything, you name it,” he mumbles his words against my ear and chills race across my skin.
“No more dutch ovens.” Reid taps his frosting-covered lower lip as if he’s actually weighing his options, before he plants a slow, sweet kiss to my lips.
“I think that can be arranged.”
He grins at me goofily, but when I pull his ear down to my lips and whisper, “Good, then you can lick me all you want.” His smile is replaced by a look of surprise.
Leaving him standing there, slack-jawed and shocked, I sit with Braden, who is now somewhat clean, so that he can open his presents. Of course, he finds the wrapping paper more entertaining than the toys themselves.
After everyone leaves and all of the gifts and leftovers are packed in the Jeep, we say our goodbyes and head home. Braden falls asleep on the ride home and Reid and I get lost in sharing some of our happiest, and funniest, memories of the past year.
Once everything is unloaded and Braden is in his crib, I turn on the shower and call out to Reid who is sitting on the couch in the living room.
“Wanna join me?” I make a “come hither” motion with my finger as I crack the door opened just enough for him to catch a glimpse of me naked. If he was less coordinated, he might have tripped over his own two feet as he launched himself from the couch to race toward me.
It’s a perfect way to bookend a perfect day.
Chapter 4
Fall
Late October 2014
“You think you could actually hit the ball out of the infield this time?” I toss Bryan a bat as he shoots me the “shut the fuck up” face.
“Would you leave him alone?” Dylan, the team captain and always the diplomat, claps Bryan on the shoulder. “Reid once broke his nose because the ball he’d just bunted bounced off the plate and popped him right in the face.” Of course, Dylan and Bryan share a laugh at my expense, but that was actually pretty funny. Except for the shit-storm I caught from my father about not being in proper form and how I could have won the game for my team if I knew what the fuck I was doing.
Nothing like a little encouragement from your old man, huh?
When the umpire calls “batter up,” Bryan takes one last practice swing. Leaning up against the fence, Dylan coaches Bryan through his at-bat and he actually manages to get a base hit. All kidding aside, Dylan’s a great coach.
“Thanks for letting him join.” I hold up one finger to Bryan to remind him there’s only one out. Without turning around, I angle my head to the bleachers behind us where Maddy and Melanie are cheering us on. “It means a lot to the girls, and to me.”
“Anytime, man. Besides we needed an extra player otherwise the team would have had to forfeit the season.” The Bridge, where Dylan and I work as Gay-Straight Alliance advocates, has always put up a company softball team in the local fall-ball league. I played last year and I can’t even begin to explain the memories that came to the surface. Being on the field again with Dylan, made me miss Shane so much that there were some days I thought of quitting. But when Maddy reminded me that Shane would be happier with me being on the field than at home angry over him being gone, I knew that I had to stay.
The batter after Bryan manages a single and Bryan squeezes an extra base off a throwing error. With only one out and our strongest player at bat, Todd, who is pretty much two-hundred-and-fifty-pounds of solid muscle, our chances of winning this game, and the league championship, are fairly decent.
Just as expected, Todd lifts a fly ball into left field. Bryan watches it soar overhead and starts running for home. The left-fielder is crazy fast and before Bryan even realizes it, he is in position to catch the ball; he’s just standing out there waiting for it to drop in his glove. Dylan and I are flailing our arms and yelling, “Go back! Go back!” He’s still not familiar with all of the rules of the game, so Bryan stops in the middle of the baseline and just stares at us with a dumbfounded look on his face. “Dude, go back!” I call out one last time before he seems to recall his running error.
Who the hell could have predicted what happens next, but all of a sudden, the left-fielder trips over his own feet or a large rock or something like that, and the ball drops to the ground next to him. Dylan and I resume yelling for Bryan to run. Confusion sets in on Bryan who hasn’t yet figured out the ball was not caught. Behind me, I hear Melanie screaming for Bryan to slide as the center fielder, who was backing up the play, launches the ball towards home plate. Clapping, yelling, screaming, general chaos ensues as both Bryan and the ball arrive at home plate at the same time. The softball gods must be on our side today, because by some miracle, Bryan slides his foot around the catcher and somehow completely avoids the tag.
“Safe!” The umpire yells out as he slashes his arms through the air. Bryan jumps up from his slide only to be tackled to the ground by the rest of the team. Before he even sees it coming, one of the guys has the water cooler hoisted up over his shoulder, ready to dump it on Bryan’s head.
“Ah, fuck! That’s cold!”
“Better you than me,” I laugh as I hand him his hat that got lost in the pile up after the play at the plate.
“Way to go, Bry!” Dylan high fives Bryan and the rest of the team follows. The umpire hands us our championship plaque and we line up quickly to take a picture for the office. It’s our third year in a row as league champions and it’s fair to say that Bryan has won himself a spot on the team from here on out.
After the
picture is taken and most of the guys head out to their cars, Dylan, Bryan and I grab the last of the gear. “Great game, guys.” Maddy and Melanie come over to us as we’re packing up the last of our things. Braden is sitting up in his stroller playing with some of his toys. Reaching up on her toes, Maddy plants a quick kiss on my cheek and surprises me more than a little when she slaps my ass.
“No thanks to Bryan’s superb base running skills,” Dylan jokingly punches him on the arm.
“Whatever.” He chugs down his water as Melanie wraps her arm around his waist.
“I thought you were great!” I know Melanie means well, but publicly defending your boyfriend’s non-existent softball skills is only going to make him the butt of more of our jokes.
We all walk out to the parking lot as a group. “You guys want to grab a beer down at Murray’s?” Dylan asks over the hood of his car. A few of our other teammates decided to head home, needing to ice and rest before work tomorrow morning, but Todd and a couple other guys are heading to the bar. Bryan and I look at Maddy and Melanie seeking approval without really wanting to ask for it—yeah, I guess you could say we’re a little whipped.
Whatever, I enjoy sex and I fully intend to get some tonight. So pissing Maddy off isn’t exactly on my radar. Besides, I know that when Dylan asks to head out for a few drinks, he really needs to talk.
I can’t ever say ‘no’ to him when he needs to get something off his chest.
Answering our silent question, Maddy grabs the keys to the Jeep. “Yeah, go have fun. We’ll see you guys in a bit.” I help her get Braden is his seat and toss Bryan a dry shirt from my gym bag.
“I promise I won’t be late.” As I lean through the window and kiss her goodbye, she mumbles against my lips, “You better not be.” She winks at me seductively before her and Melanie pull away.
We each grab a stool at the bar and order a Bud while mindlessly zoning out to ESPN. There isn’t much to guys’ conversation on a Sunday afternoon in a bar. Really, the main reason we go is to get away from talking. There’s something so very relaxing about just being out with the guys watching a game on TV—any game, really—and not having to say a word.
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