Page 52 of Catching Dreams

“This sucks!” I cried out.

“Ty, it’s okay. Dom is with me. We’ll keep you updated. They need you to win the game and move up in the standings. I get it,” my wife said through the phone speaker.

“Wow, you’re a lucky man,” my roommate said. “My wife was not as understanding.”

“I am lucky,” I agreed with him. “It just sucks I can’t be with her. It should be me and not her brother.”

“I’ve got her, man. Just play your best, and I’ll keep you updated,” Dominic said.

“What about your game tonight?” I asked.

“The Tigers aren’t in playoff contention anymore, so it’s not a big deal. Plus, I already told Snyder I was done. I’m retiring after this season. I’ve been looking for agencies to hire me that will let me bring you and some others as clients. That is, if you’ll still use me.”

“Of course I will use you, I want you to be my agent!” I said.

I heard Molly groan as another contraction hit. “Maybe talk less and drive faster?”

“Do not drive faster!” I demanded. “You get her there safely!”

“I’m only going twenty over the speed limit,” Dominic said.

“What?!” I practically roared. “That’s my wife and babies. Slow down, jerk!” I ran to my room and grabbed my suitcase. “I don’t care if they fine me or if I have to quit playing. I’m on my way.”

“Ty! Stop! Dom was joking. He’s going five below. He’s being just as careful as you would be,” Molly practically yelled.

I sighed in relief and sat down on my bed. “Thank goodness for that. I was going to kill him.”

“We’re at the hospital now. He’s dropping me off at the front. A nurse is already waiting at the door with a wheelchair, thanks to Meadow.”

“Keep in touch. I need an update at least every hour.”

“I will keep you updated every half hour, Stone,” Dominic said.

“Bye, Tyler. I love you,” Molly said.

“Thanks, Dom. I love you, too, Molly! Tell those babies of ours to wait at least another week so their daddy can be there when they are born.”

After I hung up the phone with my wife I paced around my room and knew I needed to calm down. I called one friend I knew who would understand and would be there for me.

“¡Hola!”

“Hi, Cruz, I need you, friend?”

“Tyler? Amigo! Hi! What is going on?”

“She’s having contractions and is only thirty-one weeks. I’m scared.”

“Calm down and just breathe,” Ivan told me in the calm and steady voice I needed. “Where is she?”

I told him how Dominic had taken her to the hospital and she was getting looked at.

“That is a good hospital and Molly in good hands. Anderson wouldn’t let anything happen to her or your babies,” Ivan reassured me. “Would you feel better if I went to the hospital, too?”

“I don’t want you to miss your game tonight. But thanks for the offer,” I said. “I really just needed to talk to someone to calm me down.”

Ivan chuckled lightly, “I happy to help. I miss you, Amigo.”

“I miss you, too! How have you been?”

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