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I sit there feeling stupid, with tears flowing down my face. How did I once again fuck everything up? I place my head in my hands and start to ball.

I hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. Next thing I know, JR is holding me, cooing in my ear.

I don’t know how long I sit there crying. When my tears dry up, he drags his chair beside mine and returns to his seat.

“At least now I know. I’m sorry things didn’t work out. Congratulations on your marriage and the baby. She’s a lucky girl. The Perrys will spoil her for sure.” He chuckles sadly.

He goes to stand and leave, kissing my forehead before turning. I reach for his hand to stop him before he takes a full step.

“Wait, would you like to see a picture of our daughter?”

Cameron

“Better luck next time, Perry. We all go through it,” one of my teammates calls as I step out of the shower and head for my locker.

I’ve been playing like shit. There’s too much on my mind. All I want is to be with my girl and our baby.

It hasn’t been safe for me to go to her yet. I’m not willing to take the risk. I think I need to wait a little longer until we’re sure that motherfucker isn’t still watching us.

My blood boils every time I think of him. I swear I want to be the one who takes his life. However, I’m sticking to the plan.

My father has some friends investigating that asshole Dez. The bastard is smart, and they haven’t found anything that will put him away for any amount of time yet, but we’re hopeful.

“You coming out for a bite, Perry?” another one of my teammates asks.

“Nah, I’m headed home. Need to get back at it and find my swing again.”

“Suit yourself.”

I grunt and grab my phone from my locker. I smile down at the ultrasound picture Kay sent me. She’s having a little girl. I’ve known for about a month and a half now that I’m not the father.

Kay had the paternity test done not too long after we got married. I was willing to wait, but it was weighing on her. I could see she was stressing herself out.

That’s also why I didn’t argue when she wanted to return home. She wasn’t happy here. I covered for her with my mama. We told everyone she wasn’t happy and moved back on her own.

My daddy is the only one who knows that to be a lie. We knew telling them anything else would have seemed out of character for Kay. It was my daddy who footed the bill for the house in Texas Kay now lives in. He still feels bad for her, knowing I’m going to leave her for my family.

There is nothing tying me to Kay other than our friendship. Amina still doesn’t know what we’re having. She’s about a month, almost two, behind Kay. I’m hoping to be there when she finds out.

I’m moving heaven and earth to get to her soon. I miss her so fucking much. The burner phone I keep for her calls dings. The people she’s staying with suggested we not use my personal line or any others connected to me to communicate.

I answer the phone quickly, wanting to hear her voice so bad. Forgetting about getting dressed to get out of here, I sit to take the call. My heart races until I hear her voice on the other end.

“Hello,” I say.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry about the loss.”

I shrug as if she can see me. “My head just wasn’t in the game.”

“Ugh, you were thinking about chocolate chip cookies too?”

I chuckle. I can always count on her to make me laugh. I’ve come to look forward to her calls after a bad game.

“Yeah, something like that. How’s my baby?”

“Little Perry is fine. Just a little exhausted from cheering daddy on.”

“Shit, I bet. The way I sucked tonight that had to zap you both.”

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