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“I’ll stay tonight.I just need to run out for about an hour or so after dinner.My brother is flying in to stay with me for a while, and then I will come right back.”He doesn’t seem happy about any of it, and I shake my head.
“I’m fine.We’re fine.”
“I know you are, but I’m not.I’d rather be here with you, just to be sure.Who knows, maybe tonight will be the night we break your bed…” He adds some humor, making me smile, and I’m grateful he’s letting me off lightly.
I lift onto my toes and press my lips to his.“Thank you.”
Giving me one more hug, he says, “I got you guys some things.Let’s go inside.”
It’s then I notice a few bags at his feet.
“You've been shopping?”I quickly put my tools away and pull myself together.
“Just got the boys and you some things.”He takes my hand again, and we walk inside.
“Seesaw!”Noah says immediately as I move to the kitchen to check on dinner.All the while, I take some deep breaths to settle my nerves, which are now almost completely shot after the week I’ve had.
“Boys, I brought gifts,” Sawyer tells them as he sits on the sofa, and I lean against the kitchen counter, watching them in the living room.
“What is it?”Noah peeks in the bags inquisitively, and I grin.I look at Kevin then, who’s sitting off to the side, obviously trying to act cool, but given we’ve never had anyone bring gifts like this before, I can see excitement in his eyes.
“Here.”Sawyer puts a cap on Noah, the logo familiar, and I look back at Kevin quickly, his expression brightening.
“Kevin… this is for you.”Sawyer pulls out a baseball jersey.
“Is that signed?”Kevin’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.
“Yeah, well, they’re your favorite team, right?”Sawyer asks him as he stands and walks over to where Kevin is.
“Yeah.But how?”Kevin asks in disbelief, staring at the jersey that’s covered in signatures.
“Well…” Sawyer scratches the back of his head, looking a little sheepish.“There’s probably something I should come clean about.”
Kevin looks at him, and my brow crumples, having no idea what he’s going to say.
“I own the Mets.”
Sawyer’s words have me snapping my eyes back to him in shock.This is news to me, and I’m just as flabbergasted as Kevin.
“What?”Kevin looks at me, unsure, like he does when he doesn’t understand something at school.Sawyer glances at me for a moment, then brings his attention back to my son.
“Well, in a lot of sports, teams are owned by businessmen.I love the Mets, like you, and I grew up wanting to play for them.So when I had some success in my business, I put in an offer to buy and, well… here we are a few years later, and I’m part owner.”
“You?Own the Mets?”Kevin is in complete disbelief, and my heart starts racing all over again, understanding washing over me at exactly how wealthy Sawyer is.
This is a lot.The difference between the haves and have nots is now something I can’t ignore.I look around my very humble abode, not feeling good enough, not a good mother, not a good farmer, not a good girlfriend.But I try to take in the joy of seeing my son feeling overwhelmed in a good way, which is something I don’t think has happened much before.
“So, I was thinking, if you want, maybe we can go to a game?”Sawyer adds, sounding tentative.
“Game?”Kevin questions.
“Yeah, go watch the Mets, in the city?”
“City?”Kevin’s head is about to explode, as is my heart, I’m sure of it.
“Yeah, I was thinking that maybe the four of us can go to the city for the weekend soon, catch a game?”Sawyer looks at me, and I swallow, because I’m not sure that can happen.“I think your mom might need a break from the farm, and in the city, she doesn’t have to get up early, cook, or clean, or anything you all usually do each day.”
I can’t even comprehend what he’s offering.
