Page 49 of Personal Foul
“People are going to find out sooner or later. Why not start now?”
She rolls her eyes and giggles, jogging toward me. She lunges, grabbing the ball before taking off down the court.
“Not going to play any defense there, Rush?”
“Oh, I have no problem playing defense at all, Ms. Carr.” I laugh, chasing behind her.
Isaac giggles when she passes him the ball and he catches it.
“What? I thought we were cool, man? You’re going to just gang up on me?”
I chase toward him, getting into a defensive position, playfully blocking any avenue he may take to pass the ball to her.
“Whatcha gonna do, huh? What?” I chuckle, bounding on the balls of my feet.
He perfectly times my jump, bounce-passing the ball through my legs to Sydney. She reaches for it and takes off down the court toward the hoop, shooting and scoring.
“Woohoo!” she cheers, jumping up and down. Isaac darts down the court after her. They high-five, and for a second, I wonder if they planned this.
“Excuse me! What happened to us all playing on the same team? Now you want to work against me?”
“It’s about time you get a little competition. Or are you hurt because you may actually lose to us?” Sydney holds up her arm, flexing her muscles running, her hand over the defined skin before kissing it. “You don’t stand a chance against all of this,” she jokes, tossing her head back with a laugh.
I can’t even form a rebuttal against her. Isaac high-fives her again, and they both bust out in a dance. Seeing them happy, celebrating together, feels like a glimpse into my future when we have kids of our own.
This is what I envisioned when we talked about having a family, and I want it all with Sydney.
