Page 51 of Playing It Forward

“Not all football players are assholes.”

“I know.” She fiddles with the hem of her blouse. “But you have to admit this situation would be easier if you weren’t a football player.”

My shoulder twinges to remind me I might not be a football player for long.

“Are you worried about your job? About what Hudson will say?”

She groans and drops her chin to her chest. “After the way you carried me off the beach, I’m surprised he hasn’t called already.”

“I’ll handle Hudson.” No way is she losing her job because of her relationship with me or this baby. I won’t allow it.

“It’s not your responsibility.”

“Is this baby mine?”

“You know it is.”

“Then, it’s partially my responsibility.”

“I’m surprised you’re not banging your chest. Baby mine. I’ll take care of it.”

I chuckle at her imitation of my voice. She laughs as well and the tightness around my chest loosens. Her face is still pale, but at least her eyes no longer appear panic-stricken.

I understand a lot more about her reaction to the pregnancy since she confessed her family history. But I’m confused as well. She mentioned a dad and siblings before. Where do they fit into the story?

We arrive at her house before I have a chance to ask. I park in the driveway and dash around to open her door.

I can imagine opening the door to get our baby out of her car seat. And carrying her into the house. I wouldn’t mind living in this bungalow. It has a large backyard with a view of the ocean. It’s small, but there’s plenty of room to expand.

We could be a family. The family I always wanted but didn’t get growing up.

I open Terri’s door and lift her into my arms. My shoulder protests to remind me I might be more of my father than I thought I was. Fighting through injury to continue playing and win the Super Bowl.

But I can’t give up now. Not when the team is so close to winning it all.

“You don’t have to carry me everywhere,” Terri protests, but she wraps her arms around my neck and cuddles into me.

“You have two black eyes and a bloody nose because of me.”

She groans. “Two black eyes?”

I kiss her nose. “You’re still beautiful, sprite.”

“And here I thought Tanner was the slick one.”

“It’s not slick when it’s the truth.”

We reach her door and I unlock it. “Where did you get my keys?”

“They were in your purse.”

“I should yell at you, but I’m emotionally worn out. I’ll pencil in some time to yell at you tomorrow.”

“Go ahead. Yell at me all you want. It won’t change a thing. You’re mine to take care of.”

“Because I’m growing your little mermaid.”

I kiss her forehead. “Because you’re my sprite.”