Page 124 of Fumble Into the End Zone
Ed
Damn, you pulled the owner’s daughter. Shit. We need some defensive players. Marcus, man, we need to talk. What do you mean Mia’s pregnant?
Vick
Shaunie and I bid you a congratulation.
Coach Owens
Dammit, Bryce. You’re going to give me a heart attack. The entire coaching staff is going to kill you.
“Mia, baby, I told the team by accident you’re pregnant,” I said.
She reached for her pillow and tossed it at me.
“If word gets back to Stacie before I tell her, you’re going to answer to her, not me,” she said.
Before I could defend myself, Ed texted.
Ed
Marcus, are you really expecting a baby?
I saw the message, but I held no intentions on responding.
Ed
We need to talk.
“Sorry, baby,” I said and pulled her in for a kiss.
Mia straddled my lap as I caressed her thighs. She moved in for a kiss, but my phone interrupted us, vibrating. I lifted the phone to find Bryce.
Bryce
I’m a godfather.
Me
I’m a godfather?
“Bryce wants to be our daughter’s godfather,” I said to Mia.
“Of course, he does,” she said back, and I laughed.
My future wife stole my breath every time I glared into her brown eyes. Those pouty lips and dimples captured pieces of me. I loved her feminine energy from the maintenance, to the perfume, pink slippers, to her silky pajamas.
Bryce
Please talk to Ed. Tell him something.
I tilted my head back, resting it against the headboard.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Mia asked as she moved my head forward.
“Ed keeps trying to insert himself into my business. He wants to get to know me or some bullshit,” I said.
“Baby, he is your teammate. Wait, Marcus, tell me you talk to someone outside of Bryce,” she asked, bringing her fingers to her parted lips.
