Page 122 of Hitting the Goal Line
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Somewhere around sixin the morning, my eyes pop open. I guess even when I have a few days off and had a day from hell, my body still wants to wake up as early as possible.
Last time I checked the time, it was around three in the morning. I don’t know what time Sophia and I came to bed, but the periodic wake up times, made it for a long night.
I look over at Sophia and see that she is still fast asleep.
Her hair is all over the place and wild from going to sleep right away instead of waiting for it to dry like she usually does. Even as she sleeps, she is the most beautiful woman in the whole fucking world and she is all mine. Finally.
Her lips are slightly parted with her pout making me want to lean over and give her a kiss. But I let her be. She had a long day yesterday and as much as I want to get lost in her and her body, it’s better to let her sleep and let her body rest from everything that it has been through.
Without waking her, I untangle myself from her as best I can, and get out of bed without so much as a groan from her.
I watch her for a few seconds, a small smile on my lips as I do it.
Never did I think that the day would come where she would make up in my bed and neither one of us had plans to leave, yet here we are and I couldn’t be more ecstatic about it. Because the mornings after our nights together have always had regret, no matter how small, the next morning. Today, there is none and just the thought has my smile getting bigger.
The smile starts to disappear, though, when my thoughts start shifting toward everything that is still waiting for us. Phone calls, text messaged and I’m sure a press release or two.
There is so much to take care of, so might well start getting it done.
Letting out a sigh, I throw on some clothes and grab my phone before walking out of the bedroom and heading down to the kitchen.
I start the coffee machine before I even turn on my phone. Caffeine is definitely going to be needed for the amount of calls I’m going to have to make.
For a solid minute as the phone powers on, I watch as notification from last night start rolling in. Surprisingly, it’s not as many as I thought, but given the ones that are still waiting for me, it’s a lot.
Guess I should get to it.
The coffee machine starts to beep, so I go over and pour myself a cup as I go through the list of people I need to talk to.
Mom. Hunter. Isaac and Maya. My agent. My publicist. Grayson Lane. My dad.
Do I really want to call the man back?
I haven’t talked to him since we went to lunch after the cup win. The lunch that should have been just my dad and me, but ended up being my dad, me and about five of his buddies from work.
Since then, neither of us has put in any effort to communicate with other, beside the routine Christmas text, so him calling me now is just as frustrating as him calling me the night before the NHL draft. I know he talks to Hunter and Jainie sometimes but even those calls are rare and far in-between. At least that’s what I think, my siblings don’t really talk to me about the guy that was there for one kid but not the other two.
He’s still my father, no matter how much shit he has put me through or what he might say to me when I call him back. He deserves a call back. My mom would yell at me if I didn’t.
Letting out a sigh, I plan to call him later today.
For now, I run through the things that I’m going to say to my mom, but as I take my first sip of coffee, I hear a door unlock followed by the alarm announcing that the front door is being opened.
With my coffee mug in hand, I walk out of the kitchen to the front room.
I guess I can take my brother of the list of people to call.
As I step over the threshold separating the kitchen and front room, though, I see that my brother isn’t the only one that I will be taking off my list of phone calls.
Hunter throws me a nod when he sees me and quickly moves out of the way so that Selena, my mom, Isaac, and Maya can come in.
I guess it takes an arrest to have a family reunion.
“What are you all doing here?” I ask, grabbing everyone’s attention.
Everyone turns and throws small smiles in my direction, but my mom is the first to break the distance between us.
