(Beckett)
***Three Weeks Later***
I slammed my shoulder into the asshat with the number 47 on his jersey. The fact that this prick has been trying to goad me into a fight all night makes me want to teach him a lesson even more. But that s**t isn't going to work on me, not now that I have my girl watching me in the stands.
The less stress on her, the better. That was my new mantra. I have no doubt in my mind that my Sunshine is pregnant. Hell, she just threw up this morning but kept making up excuses, saying that maybe she caught a bug or something.
Yeah, she caught something all right, my baby in her damn uterus.
Her denial might have to do with the fact that her parents are here tonight. So I'm trying not to be too hard on my Sunshine.
They didn't exactly take us moving in togethe
