“Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Wesley asks.
She closes her eyes and leans back in her stadium seat. “I’m OK. It’s just the heat and nerves getting to me.”
She wouldn’t steal the spotlight from Jacob. That’s the kind of mother she is.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Liar. I know that look. Don’t think for a second you’re fooling me. You. Are. Pregnant.”
“You just worry about watching Jacob’s last pitch and we’ll talk about it later.” No denial this time. She is sooo having another baby.
How in the fuck did that happen?
I continue fanning her as Jacob takes his stance for what I hope will be his last pitch of the game. “Come on, son. You can do it.” All the years I coached him come down to striking out this batter. He succeeds and his life will forever be changed.
“Striiike,” the ump calls out a third, and last, time.
I can’tnotcome out of my seat to cheer for my son. “Jacob did it, Ash baby. Our boy just struck out the Tigers to win the college championship game.”
I’ve dreamed of this moment since he was four years old but I never once imagined it would happen moments after finding out Ashlyn is having our fifth baby. At forty.Fuck.
I know exactly when it happened. All of the kids were out of the house on that Saturday afternoon when I caught her around the waist and tossed her on the bed.
This pussy is mine, Ash baby. I’m going to fuck it and then come inside you so hard.
Owen Wesley Bliss! If you come in me, I’ll get pregnant. Hide and watch if you don’t believe me.
You won’t, baby.
I have every other time.
Not this time.
That’s what I get for not being able to keep my hands off my wife.
That’s what I get for loving my wife beyond all reason.
That’s what I get for being reckless.