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Because there was my man.
Hancock stood on the sidewalk with a sign in his hands that read, “Sixteen more miles to go. You got this.”
At mile eleven, I saw him again, this time in his truck, one of our kids hanging out the window with a bottle of water for me.
I took it, drank it down, and then tossed the trash back at him.
He caught it, he was his father’s child after all, and waved.
I waved back.
I didn’t see him again until mile fourteen.
There, he handed me another bottle of water, a banana, and gave me a sexy wink.
It was at mile fifteen that his brother, Hannibal, made his appearance.
He wasn’t smiling like my man, but he had his own way of making it known that he was proud of me.
With a fist bump and a yell of ‘keep fucking moving’ I smiled really huge and kept going.
It went like this for the next eight miles.
It was mile twenty-three when everything really started to go wrong.
My right Airpod died, my legs were Jell-O, and I was fairly sure I had a blister on the bottom of both feet.
But I pushed through when I saw my man, once again.
But this time, he wasn’t on the side of the road.
He ran up beside me, smacked my butt, and told me to keep moving.
I did, for him.
And Hancock practically pushed me the entire way until finally my watch read 26.2.
At the end I was met with Hannibal and all of my babies.
Each and every one of them gave my sweaty self a kiss.
But the icing on the cake was the paper medal that my kiddos gave me that was made out of glue, construction paper, staples, and zip ties.
It was the best thing I’d ever been given besides them.
Which was promptly when I burst out crying.
Book:Pitch, Please
CHAPTER 3
If you sit down to poop in prison, remove one foot from your pants so if you get attacked, you can still fight.
-Conleigh’s life lessons
CONLEIGH
“Lincoln James,” I growled through clenched teeth. “If you do not get off your butt right this instant and help me teach this kid her math homework, I’m going to shove this map color up your butt so far that…”
