Page 43 of Chasing The Goal
“Logan’s also the only one who knows how to upload footage to the group chat,” Darren pointed out, sprawling on the other bed like he owned it.
Connor grunted but accepted the beer like a man defeated by truth.
I was just about to sink into the corner of the bed, beer in hand, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Mallory.
Her name lit up the screen and it felt like a secret, one I hadn’t shared yet.
“Give me a sec,” I said, stepping out onto the tiny balcony attached to our room. The cold hit me immediately, but I welcomed it, grounding.
I answered the FaceTime, and there she was—bundled up in a coat, her cheeks flushed pink, hair curling in wisps around her face.
“Hey,” I said, smile stretching without effort.
“Hey,” she echoed, breath puffing into the chilly air behind her. “You win?” she already knew the answer but loved to get me riled up.
“We crushed it.”
“You and Logan are killing it,” she said with a soft laugh. “You get cocky when you play well.”
I leaned against the railing. “How was your appointment?”
Her expression shifted, something more serious brushing the edges of her features.
“Good, mostly. The nausea’s eased up, which is a dream. But…” she paused, chewing the inside of her cheek, “I’ve been feeling weird at work. Dizzy, foggy, kind of out of it.”
“Mal—”
“I told the doctor. She’s not overly concerned, but she wants to run a glucose test. Gestational diabetes stuff. Just to be sure.”
“Shit. Okay.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Do you want me to come back? I can have Logan call Ava and have her come with you?”
“No,” she said quickly. “No. You’re on the road, and busy. I’m fine. Really.”
I didn’t like it. I didn’t like not being there. I didn't like her being alone
“But I wanted you to know,” she added, her voice softening. “That’s all. It felt good to talk it out.”
Before I could respond, a loud voice rang from inside the room.
“Who’s does Ave need to go to the doctor with?”
Connor.
Of course.
Fucking big eared, loud mouth. Mallory’s face paled in real time. “Oh my god.”
“Connor, what the fuck?” I hissed over my shoulder.
“What?” he called back. “Didn’t realize it was a secret conversation!”
“No secrets but you do not need to be obnoxious!”
Mallory groaned and covered her face with her hand. “I wasn’t ready to tell them. It bad enough I lied to Eliza about being 'sick'. I'm going to have to tell her I'm pregnant soon enough.”
“Well, cat’s out of the bag now,” I said, grimacing.
