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The first thing that comes up on their website is an article on the newest rookie, Ethan Harris. A picture of him in his uniform comes up immediately. First, I notice his gorgeous smile—he’s so perfect that it almost takes my breath away. Then I see he's in the red and white uniform and he looks like a real pro football player, which I guess he is. Then I notice the two cheerleaders flanking him on either side. He's got his arms behind their backs, and I can't see exactly how far down his hands are on their tiny, perfect bodies. "Shit," I mutter.
A wave of nausea comes over me, and I rush to the bathroom just in time to lose my lunch. By the time I'm done, I'm covered in a cold sweat and feel weak. I get up and clean myself up, then brush my teeth. Why hasn't he called me back?
Aunt Karen knocks gently at the door of the bathroom. “You okay, sweetie?”
I open it and nod slowly, knowing I look as bad as I feel. “Yeah. Just a little morning sickness, I guess.”
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"Come sit. I'll make you some ginger tea," she says. When we reach the kitchen, I see Ethan smiling up at me from the screen. "Is that your man?"
I nod and slump down in my chair.
“Don’t worry about those girls. That’s part of his job.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“Has he called you back yet?” She says as she pours water into the kettle.
I shake my head, unable to voice the truth.
“Listen, sweetie, on the off-chance he doesn’t, you can stay here for as long as you want. I can help you raise the baby. I may not move as fast as I used to, but I’ve got plenty of space and lots of love to go around.”
“Thanks, Auntie Karen,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. “I’ve been thinking I shouldn’t tell him about the baby unless I know for sure that he loves me. I don’t want him to get saddled into to marriage with someone he may not…”
Aunt Karen crosses the room and kisses me on the forehead. "Don't think about that. For now, take it one day at a time, but know that you'll always have a home with me."
Ten
Ethan
“Brody, are you sure you haven’t seen my cell phone?” I stand in the doorway of his room looking around the mess for my phone. “I haven’t seen it for days now.”
"Your phone?" He scratches his head, looking very sleepy even though it's almost eleven in the morning. "Yeah, I borrowed it the other day when I couldn't find mine. I gave it back to you though, didn't I?"
Fucker. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to handle living with him. “No, you didn’t.”
"Oh, sorry, dude. Then, I may have left it at that chick's place. You know the redhead with the huge tits. I had to make a quick getaway. Turns out she's married." He rolls over, and it's all I can do not to kick his lazy ass out of bed.
I sigh and clench my jaw. “That’s really shitty, man. I need you to go get it for me.”
He sits up and yawns. "That's probably not going to happen. I was really drunk when I went there, so I don't actually know where she lives. I'll get you a new phone, though."
“I need that one. All my contacts are in it. And what if someone’s been trying to leave me a message?” I’m so mad I could throttle Brody right now.
“They’ll try back again. Relax. It’s not the end of the world or something.”
“You know what? Just find my fucking phone. I need it back. Not a replacement,” I say as I walk out of his room and into the hall. “And don’t touch my shit again. And get your ass out of bed. We have to leave for practice in twenty minutes.”
Dammit. What if Jess has been trying to call?
We get to practice ten minutes late, thanks to Brody, the idiot, so the coach makes us run extra laps while the other guys get a water break. It's hotter than hell outside and by the time practice ends, I'm drenched with sweat and in a pretty lousy mood.
A camera crew is waiting on the sidelines, and one of the reporters stops me. "Ethan, can I get a few minutes of your time?"
“Sure,” I say with a small smile.
“How do you feel about starting this Sunday?”
