I drop Noah off at home and tell him I’ll see him tomorrow after school. Right now the agreement is I’ll pick Noah up from school, keep him for dinner and drop him off an hour before bedtime unless he has practice.
I drive by my soon-to-be new house and park out front. I want to see Josie running outside with me and Noah. I want her flowers decorating the front and inside. I want her living here with us as a family.
It’s Noah’s last game of the season. I’m standing in my usual spot with Peyton beside me. She watches Noah like a hawk and I haven’t figured out if it’s a crush or if she wants to play football. Katelyn says no football, but maybe in a few years she’ll change her mind.
Noah is struggling today. He’s thrown two interceptions and has fumbled the ball. I’m counting the seconds to halftime so I can ask him what’s going on. When the buzzer sounds, I walk over to the sideline to greet him. He takes off his helmet. His unhappy expression makes my heart ache for him.
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Nothing feels right. I’m seeing everything slow.”
“Do you not trust your receivers?”
“Noah, get over here,” Nick yells. I know he’s the coach, but it’s not like I don’t know what I’m talking about.
“Trust your receivers, Noah. Throw the pass as it’s designed. They'll be there to catch it.”
“Thanks, Dad. Sorry you can’t come tonight.” I look at Noah questioningly. He’s with his team before I can ask what he’s talking about.
Noah’s second half fairs better than the first, but they still end up losing. Noah looks sad and probably angry with himself. He throws his helmet, which I don’t approve of at all. I head over to the bench to speak to him about sportsmanship.
“Pick it up, Noah.” Nick demands. Noah is standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but it won’t fly. Pick it up.”
“Noah, what’s going on?” I ask, stepping forward and standing next to Nick. Nick takes a deep breath, turns and glares at me.
“This isn’t your concern, Westbury. In fact, you’re the problem.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he growls.
I look in the stands for Josie. She’s standing there, her face frozen as she takes in this scene. There is definitely something going on there that I’m not privy too.
“Get your stuff, Noah. We’re going to be late.” Noah stares at Nick, not moving. He looks at me with tears in his eyes. I walk over to him and pull him aside.
“Noah, what’s the deal?” I ask, bending down to his level.
“There’s a team party and Nick said you can’t come.” I look over my shoulder at Nick who's in a heated conversation with Josie. He makes shit difficult when it could be so easy.
“It’s all right, buddy. We can hang out tomorrow.”
“No, I want you there and since it’s for kids, I should get to pick.” My son, the logical one, who knew?
“Tell you what. You go to the party and call me when you’re done then I’ll come get you and you can spend the night, okay?”
“Mom will say no.”
“Leave your mom to me,” I say. He leans forward and gives me a hug. “By the way, if I ever see you throw your helmet again, you’ll be sorry. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go pick it up.”
I wait a moment before interrupting Josie and Nick. I hate what I’m about to do, but Nick is giving me no other option.
“So, Noah is going to call me when your party thing is over and I’m going to pick him up and take him back to Katelyn’s to spend the night.”
Nick starts chuckling. “Says who? You?”