Johnny Deeper: A Sports Romance
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Junior eases back, forced away by the life occupying space between us.
“Did…” he blinks. “Did he just kick me?”
I feel my belly. “He most definitely did.”
“That almost hurt.”
“How do you think it felt from the inside?” I laugh.
He holds up his hands and talks to my stomach. “Okay, buddy. I get it. Hands off Mommy…”
“He has to sleep eventually… Maybe a few pages of Dr. Freud will knock him out.”
“Works on me every time,” he jokes.
Another series of flutters dances against my ribs. “He’s kicking again.”
Junior touches me, his eyes wide with admiration as he traces the movement inside. “Whoa…” he says. “He’s going to make so many field goals with that kick.”
I shrug. “Or maybe he’ll play soccer.”
He fires a hard stare at me. “Don’t you even joke about that.” I laugh at him. “Take that back.”
I head for the bedroom. “I will not.”
Junior follows me in and closes the door behind us. “Ellie, I’m just saying, this kid has quite the legacy to live up to.”
“Let’s not put so much pressure on him,” I say. “He’s not even born yet.”
“Son of Junior Morgan, grandson of Cary Pierce. People will expect it. It’s in his blood.”
I lie back against the pillows and pull my feet onto the bed. “I say we let him do what he wants.”
“I agree, but…” He hesitates, smiling softly at the thought. “Admit it. It’d be kinda cool. Third generation pro football badass…”
I nod. “Maybe. But you know what would be even cooler?”
“What?”
“If he took after his mother.” I point my thumbs at me and grin. “Eh? Yeah? Broadway kid!”
“I’m not walking into that trap.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls the socks off my feet.
“It’s not a trap. It’s a fact. Artistic children rank higher in academics and social skills.”
“Hey, my social skills were fine.”
“Getting laid a lot doesn’t count as a social skill.”
“It should.” He slides his fingernail along the arch of my foot, sending a tickle shock up my ankle. I kick him and he laughs. “We had this same argument when Courtney was born…”
“Yeah, and I won that one, too.”
“You did not win,” he says, gently massaging between my toes.
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to settle again for agreeing that Connor can choose for himself.”
I pause. “Connor?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
I sit back, letting the name sink in. “I like it.”
“Me, too.”
“Good choice.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s about time,” I joke. “I thought for sure they’d have to assign him a number in the hospital.”
“That’s what you get for letting me name him,” he chuckles.
“I’ll just do it myself next time.”
He raises a brow. “Next time?”
I cringe. “Did I just say next time?”
“You did. I thought we were done having kids.”
“We better be.” I stare at my giant stomach. “As soon as this guy comes out, I’m having my vagina fused closed.”
Junior tilts his head. “Well… we don’t have to go that far. I’m a little attached to your vagina. Sometimes, in more ways than one.”
I laugh. “Okay, I’ll call the doctor tomorrow morning and cancel the vaginal fusion procedure.”
“Excellent.”
He slides up the bed and lies beside me, raising his arm to guide me against his chest. His lips graze my head and I feel him smell my hair, as he always does.
“It’s good to be home,” he whispers.
I cling to him, resting my head on his thick shoulder as he lays a hand on my belly. Connor stirs inside, reacting to his loving touch and I smile.
“Any day now…” I look up at Junior and he kisses me.
“He’s going to be perfect,” he whispers.
“Promise?” I grin.
He draws an X over his chest.
“Cross my heart.”
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Tabatha Kiss lives in Chicago, Illinois. You can probably catch her huddled up in a hoodie, reading a good romance beneath a tree in Jackson Park with her trusty husky by her side. She enjoys roller derby, sushi, and is always searching for her forever bad boy. In the meantime, she writes.
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