Page 69 of Hitting the Goal Line
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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A beeping sounds out,causing my eyes to pop open straight into the sunlight that is making it’s a way into the room through the gap in the curtains.
You would think that by the amount of money a room at this hotel cost, they would at least put different blinds in their rooms so that the sun doesn’t creep.
As I sit up on the bed, I look over to my right and notice that the side of the bed where Sophia slept on, is empty and for a second I think that she left without saying anything, but then I hear the shower running and I relax.
Rubbing at my eyes, I grab my phone from where it lays on the bedside table. I don’t remember putting it there, but at least it’s there and not somewhere else, like down at the restaurant.
Picking up the phone, and checking the screen, I see that there are over a hundred messages waiting for me to open them and over fifty calls that are waiting to be returned.
I open a message from Liam first in the group thread that has him, Christian, Logan, and myself. The second that the message pops up on the screen, I can’t help but to smile. It’s a picture ofhim with his newborn daughter. In all the time that I’ve known the guy, I haven’t seen him this happy.
Who knew a one-night stand could end with happiness and a baby?
I send a quick text saying that I will stop by the hospital later today and move on to the other texts.
There’s a few from my buddies back home, congratulating me on the win and saying that they are going to be making the trek to Chicago to attend the parade and to celebrate. I respond to a few, starting to get back into the high that I was in last night when the game ended.
I answer a few more messages, from a few other friends and teammates, until there are only a few left to answer.
One message that makes me want to stop answering all together, is one from my dad.
I figure after he told me those lovely four words last night, I wouldn’t hear from him until either the season started again and he wanted tickets to impress his buddies or Christmas, since that’s the one time a year that he tries to act somewhat like a decent father.
I sure as hell wasn’t expecting him to send me a text this morning, telling me that he wants to grab a meal together to celebrate the win. I’m half tempted to answer the message by telling him to fuck off, because I know for a fact that this meal together isn’t just going to be attended by the two of us. His buddies from work will no doubt be joining us. But I’m also tempted to say yes, mostly so that I can show him that I can be a good son, even if there are times he isn’t good dad. I already kind of blew him off last night, I would feel bad if I did it again, even if it’s something that I’m used to doing.
Part of me thinks that it might be time for a change when it comes to my relationship with Roy Jacobi.
After shooting him back a message, letting him know that we can meet up tomorrow, I quickly move the next set of unanswered messages. This time from my sister.
Jainie, graduated from high school about a week ago, and as a graduation precent, she asked mom if she could go to Europe for the summer before she started college in September. Mom was hesitant but agreed to let her go. Both me and Hunter paid for it, to give our sister the best summer that she can get.
This trip was planned before she even started her senior year, when we didn’t even know if Knights were going to be contenders for the cup. When we made them, Jainie, wanted to move back her trip but because the dates were so close, nothing couldn’t be cancelled.
Well, it could have, if she paid more money, something that both Hunter and I were more than happy to give, but she didn’t want to take it. So she missed the last two games that we played.
I talked to her yesterday before heading to the arena and the girl was literally crying about the fact that she was going to miss the game. I can only imagine how she’s going to be today.
Instead of texting her, I hit the dial button and give her a call.
Jainie, answers on the fourth ring, sounding annoyed as hell.
“Finally. I’ve been texting you for hours, you know?” she says and if she was in front of me, I know for a fact that she would be rolling her eyes at me.
Before I respond, I check the times that she texted and the current time. It’s ten in the morning and she only texted at seven.
“You only started texting me three hours ago,” I tell her, leaning against the headboard and dragging the bed sheet over the lower half of my body. Being naked while talking to my sister is weird as hell.
“Hello! I also texted you after the game ended, and you didn’t even respond to that,” She throws out.
God, she sounds like mom.
Pulling the phone away from my ear again, I check her messages again and see that she did in fact text last night and I’m just seeing it.
“Sorry, Jain. Last night was a little crazy and I didn’t really take the time to look at my phone.” Last night was more than just a little crazy, especially given who I ended up sleeping with at three in the morning, but I don’t say that to my sister.
