The Quarterback's Baby: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (5 page)

Chapter Thirteen

My first day at the realtor was so daunting that I spent most of my time dreaming about Noah, or just sending him messages. He did reply back and say,

As much as I love you and want to talk to you, I’m heading to class. Catch you later.

There was no kiss at the end of the message. I went into the bathroom, stripped half naked and took a photo with a message saying,

See what you’re missing xox

He replied back saying,

Show me some more, I don’t quite get the picture.

I started to get wet, the same way I did at night. I put the toilet seat down and I did the craziest thing ever. Thank God no one else was in the office because there was only one bathroom.

I pulled my panties down and recorded me touching myself. I pretended it was Noah’s fingers going up and down my pussy, playing with my clit, trying to make me come. I was half-naked, on my first day in the office and as I screamed out the same way I did each and every time he made me come.

I dropped my phone. I wondered if someone could hear me outside as I suddenly became embarrassed about what I had done. I was hot, sweaty and all I could think of as I picked up my phone with my other hand was making him see what he did to me.

I put on my bra and top and thought about nothing else but sending him the video. The one of me. The one of us. The one of how much I miss him.

By the time I got back to my desk, I wondered if he had seen it while he was in class. Or if he had gone to the bathroom just like me and touched himself. Thinking of me, not those perky cheerleaders.

I saw a message from him saying:

Tonight I want to see it all. You butt naked and imaging my cock making you come!

All of a sudden, my first day at the realtor didn’t seem so bad. I was picking up the phones and booking clients like a natural.

Then my uncle said the one thing that made me realize that I’d been heard when I came.

“Next time you go to the bathroom. I think you better do your business at home first.”

I could have died, because I swore that when I went to the office no one else was around. I wished that I hadn’t got so excited about Noah, I hoped that no one else had heard me that day.

Chapter Fourteen

“So,
”
Noah said that night. I could tell he was excited it was written all over his face.

“So?
”
I replied waiting for him to talk. I thought that he wanted us to do Skype sexting like we had been doing for the last few nights. Six weeks apart feels like a lifetime when you’re not with the one you love.

“I got picked, babes, and I want you to be at my game.”

I couldn’t believe that it had happened so quickly. We’d known that there was a chance, but the him playing his first game showed that he had made an impression. It meant that he was really going to be a star.

“My baby! I knew it!
”
Michelle screamed as she raced into my room. I was lying on my bed with my laptop open and talking to him as I had been doing each and every night. That was when Michelle ran into the room. I wondered if she had been listening every night.

Noah’s face tensed as if he was in shock. “Mom. You’ve been listening…”

Before he could even finish, she started firing questions. “What day is the game? Time? Is it a home game or are you going away?
”

Noah soon forgot that we were talking. Once again, the woman that I had avoided the last couple of weeks in the house was a thorn in my side. Michelle was excited talking about Noah’s game. As he said the date, the only saving grace was the fact that Dad would be around at the same time. At least I didn’t have to be in the car with her for the whole journey. As he logged off she said, “It’s his first game, maybe it’s better if you don’t come along.
”

She leapt off my bed as if she had just won the lottery. I ignored her excitement as I said, “But why would you think that it’s a good idea for me not to be there, and why have you been listening in on our conversations?”

I felt like Dorothy on the yellow brick road, meeting the Wicked Witch of the West for the first time.

“What you and Noah have been doing on Skype every night is not exactly quiet. And I just happened to be passing your room and I heard you guys talking.”

She looked the picture of innocence as she moved her batted her fake eyelashes and moved her peroxide bangs away from her eyes.

“But why did you say that I shouldn’t come?”

I had a feeling that she was going to repeat what she had been doing for the last few years, since Noah had been serious about his game.

“Because, you’re a distraction. One that could make him lose what he has been training so hard for.”

The same old song. I was tired of hearing it and going to put her straight.

“Well, we’ve been in a relationship for nearly six months now. He graduated. He went to college and he’s studying hard as always.”

She tutted as she put her hands on my shoulders.

“No one cares if you study in college. Everyone just cares about the grades. How you can help your team win the game. Your grades in college. They want people dedicated on and off the field.”

She condescended me and made me feel so small as her hands reached for mine. Slowly but surely her eyes didn’t move as she held my hand.

“You need to understand that he’s at college. With men and women who think the same as him. Not ones that are answering the phone all day, and at night showing their pussy.”

She smiled as she left me standing there. My hands felt as if they were still entwined with hers. I knew that it was all a show to make me feel so bad. The problem was, I knew she was right. Noah was with like-minded people, but I needed to make her stop making me feel so low. Lower then any other person had ever done in my whole life.

I went to bed that night and hugged my pillow. I would go to the game to watch Noah, but until then I had to make myself not let her words get to me. Not only for his sake, but mine too.

Chapter Fifteen

It was time to watch Noah in his first game. I had got there the night before and, against all the rules of the game, I had stayed in the hotel. I didn’t tell Dad and I certainly didn’t tell Michelle, the Torturer. That was my nickname for her. Whenever Dad came home all she would do was talk about how great Noah was doing away from us, because he didn't have the distractions that he had back home. He was supposed to come home every month and during the vacations. Now, I wasn't sure if that was a good idea, not because of what Michelle said, but mainly because I was thinking that Noah had a dream.

He wanted to play for the Giants and he had to get to his goals by going that extra mile. I loved him with all my heart and thought that maybe just maybe we should cool it.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he whispered in my ear and I turned to face him to tell him exactly what was going through my mind.

“Maybe Michelle’s right.” I should have explained it better, but that was the only thing I could think to say at the time. “Maybe,” I swallowed as I could see him getting defensive, “You came to college. We both set out on different journeys…” before I could finish my sentence, I knew that he was pissed.

“Don’t you dare do this to me. I’ve got a big game tomorrow and you’re quoting my mom. Not cool at all Ava. Not cool.”

This wasn’t going the way that I planned.

“Let me explain?” I begged as he pulled on his pants. That thing that connected us and made us feel like we knew each other and could read each other’s minds was not such a great feeling right now.

“Do you know why I hook up with you on Skype and then get around four hours study time after?”

I knew where this was headed and either way I was going to feel shit for even saying it.

“Why?”

He had his shirt on. His pants fastened. All he needed was his bag and I knew what was going to happen next.

“So, I can make you feel comfortable. Let you know that you are always on my fucking mind. You know why?”

This time he didn’t wait for me to answer.

“Because as much as she’s my mom and wants the best for me, I know what she’s like.”

He was walking to the door. Looking for his bag. I knew it was coming, but I didn’t want us to part on this note.

“You’re insecure. It was written all over your face when you dropped me here. Whenever you call and ask about the cheerleaders. But, I love you and I want YOU to know that nothing and no one compares.”

He sighed as his hand was on the door handle. I sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting waiting for him to change his mind. But I knew that once he was in this mood there was only one thing I could do, and that was leave him alone.

“Because that’s what you do, Ava, when you love someone. You make sure that they know it and that they’re happy.”

He slammed the door shut and then it dawned on me. That it was our first fight. The first time that he had argued with me. Sure, I had seen him fight plenty of times with Michelle over some new girl or when she wanted him to do more training, but never with me. His team mates, sure. One guy thinks he is more macho then the other. But again, never with me.

What was going to happen between us? It had only been six weeks, and I was the one who was acting like such a jerk!

I hated Michelle, but most of all, I hated myself.

Chapter Sixteen

“What’s up with Noah, he doesn’t seem his normal self?”

Trust dad to notice. I pretended to be listening to music or something as we headed to our seats.

We had met up with Noah before the game, just for a quick coffee. Besides Dad going on about how proud he was to have him as his son, Michelle couldn’t help but put her hands all over him as if he was her prized toy.

I called him twenty times, or it could have been more, but he never returned my calls. The short time he did spend with us, he ignored me and told his mom not to touch him or he’d have to leave. In the end he left, because as per usual he was late for the pep talk with the coach.

Last night we should have been making love, and talking all night long about how great it was that he got to play. Not fighting. Fighting was never on the agenda.

I shrugged and then put in the earplugs for my iPod, trying to think of a house that I had seen this week and could talk about.

Blank.

Nothing.

I was miserable and Michelle was making it worse. The whole cafe knew that Noah, her son, was playing today. You would have thought that he was playing the Superbowl the way she was going on about it. Michelle loved being the center of attention when she wanted to be.

“You guys didn’t fight did you?” Michelle said as she nudged me, trying to get my attention. I shrugged again and she stood up and pulled the ear plugs from my ears and said, “How selfish of you. You know that he’s got a big game tonight!”

I had visions of her in between the pair of us last night when Noah said that talking about his mom wasn’t exactly sexy. He was right, that was the last person you wanted to discuss when you were in an intimate situation with your lover.

I could have lied.

But I’m so shit at that. “Yes.”

Then I stood up and headed out, anywhere as far away from her as possible. Michelle and Dad started to argue, and I wandered if it was Princeton making us all feel this way. I turned around and watched them continue to fight. I thought, I need to make it up to Noah. Sometime, and that time was now.

I sent him a text. One that I hoped that he would respond to:

Babes, please forgive me :(

Within seconds he said:

We need to talk, but after the game xox

It wasn’t much to go by, but those kisses meant the world to me. I held on to my phone and my attitude changed; I was all ready to go to the game. Michelle wouldn’t bother me. She couldn’t, not after today. Never ever again.

***

“Hey Ava where you been?”

Shoot, I knew that I’d forgotten to do something. Today, I’d been supposed to call Trinity; it had been a while since she went to college in Boston.

“Sorry, I got distracted. Can you believe that Noah’s playing college football already?”

She shouted, “Shut up.”

“I know. I felt the same way. But we’re here to watch the game.”

Trinity said, “Hey, and you said nothing. Well guess who else is here this weekend?”

It didn’t take a genius to guess who was there that weekend. “Eli?” I smiled, thinking that at least my friend was happy. I could hardly hear anything as the game was about to start.

“I’ll call you after the game.”

I put the phone down, because whatever she said after I just couldn’t hear. That was when the game started and everything that was supposed to be right, just ended up being completely wrong.

“Shit, what’s up with Noah?” Dad asked as he missed another pass, and he just kept on missing them.

I started to get paranoid, especially after the first couple of touchdowns. I had seen Noah play so many games, but none like this. It was a hot mess. I couldn’t believe it. That was when things turned from bad to worse. The crowd were boo-ing, not so much about the result but about Noah.

The guys behind us were shouting, “Get that new quarterback off the field!”

“Shit, we’ve never been this so far down so early in the game!”

His mom got up all of a sudden after Noah was sent off for fighting with another player. The whole game wasn’t exciting or even interesting. It was just in bad taste.

She blurted out as she pushed past me, “I hope you’re happy!”

I was far from it. Dad held my hand and said, “Ignore her.” I tried to do that, but it was so damn hard. Impossible, as I saw the man that I love being sent off for trying to attack the opposition. That wasn’t like him. His game was off. His attitude was bad and, as much as I tried to dismiss it out of my head, there felt like only one thing to do, and that was to leave.

I wondered if he did send me those text messages. I looked at my phone once again and it was Noah. His texts were full of kisses and made out that we just needed to talk. I felt guilty, as if it was my fault that he was so lost in the game. Maybe I was the reason he lost his rag.

“Dad can we just go home?”

He didn’t answer as he took my hand and kissed it. I really wished that he didn’t have to go back on the road. I wanted him to stay and, as we finally got out of the stadium, he said, “I had good news for you. I was going to tell you later, but I may as well tell you now. I’m not going on the road again.”

I didn't want to know the reason why. He was right that it was good news. Apart from the hurt burning in my heart about Noah, it was the best news ever.