Jesse’s eyes were glossy again. “I can’t, I can’t.” His voice gave out on the last word and he turned so his back was facing me.
“If you want, you can think about it for a while, but I really want you to consider this. It could help y’all out a lot, and you wouldn’t have to stretch yourself so thin. I know you want to take care of your mom, but it’s not bad to ask for help. It doesn’t say anything against you.” We both stood there silently for a couple minutes and I decided to leave him alone for now. I clapped a hand on his shoulder and turned to walk inside when his arm snuck out and clamped down on my shoulder as well.
“You don’t understand what this means to me, and what it’ll mean to her. After my dad took off, there was no one left, just me and her. I’m not naïve; I know she doesn’t have long. She stopped responding to all meds and treatments months ago, so being able to spend more time with her and not be so stressed would—it would just really mean a lot.”
“I’m glad. We’re more than happy to do it. If you don’t want Cass knowing, I’ll give you my number and we can set up a time when I can come by and we can go over the bills and start getting them paid off. So if over the next few days, you’ll get them together, I’d appreciate it.”
He nodded and his eyes seemed to get even darker when he looked back toward the house. “Cassi’s more than welcome here too.”
My jaw clenched and I couldn’t hold back anymore; my voice dropped low. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped checkin’ out my girl too. I waited a long time for her, and I’m never letting her go.”
“I got you.” Jesse tried to laugh and shook his head. “Earlier it didn’t bother me one bit to know she had a boyfriend; I wasn’t going to stop.” His hands went up in surrender. “You have to know how sexy and sweet she is. But hell, Ma had y’all pegged the second she saw you together; that changes everything. She had a shitty husband, but she would have married anyone after what happened to her when she was younger. Guess she’d had this guy she’d grown up with; they both always knew they were going to be together forever and the night before their wedding he was killed. After that, she knew she’d never find someone to love again and agreed to marry the first guy who came around. But Ma’s got this sixth sense when it comes to couples. She takes one look at them and she knows if they’re the real deal, so if she says it, I’m not about to mess with it. You’re safe when it comes to me.”
I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved with what he said or pissed at his admitting he was about to go after her even though he knew we were together. Deciding not to dwell on either, I said, “Your mom’s had it rough, so let’s make this time as stress-free for her as we can, yeah?”
The teasing left his face. “Yeah, thanks again. I don’t even know how to begin to thank your family.”
“No need, just spend time with her.”
“GOOD GOD, ARE y’all ever just hanging out anymore when we get here?” Adam called from the front.
Cassidy gasped and jumped back and off the bed, grabbing for her clothes. “Did they even knock this time?!”
“I have got to get that key back from him.” I pulled her back to me after I had my jeans on and kissed her roughly. “You almost ready . . . or not?” I deadpanned when I saw she had a different jersey in each hand. I chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Good luck with that one.” Plucking my shirt off the floor, I headed out.
“It’s about time!” Grant bitched as he flopped onto one of the couches. “It’s rude to keep your guests waiting.”
“Kinda rude to just walk in. Adam, swear to God, you do that one more time I’m takin’ my key back from you.”
“Where’s Cassi? I’m hungry,” Jake grumbled, and looked hopelessly toward the bedroom door.
“You’re grown, get your own damn food! Y’all should be happy she makes you food anyway, and that we let y’all come over every Sunday to watch whatever games are on.”
“Well, where else are we supposed to go for the game, you have the biggest TV!”
“Your own place? What if Cass hated sports, or better . . . what if she hated y’all?” I smiled and dodged a pillow Adam threw at me.
“Well, thank God you don’t have a stuck-up bitch. At least you have . . .” Jake paused as Cassidy walked out of the bedroom with the most gorgeous blush covering her face. “That.”
I looked at my girl. God, I was one lucky son of a bitch. Her hair was loose with its natural wave and was somewhat mussed up from the heated session we’d just been having. Those honey-colored eyes were bright and full of promises for later, and I watched as her cheeks got even darker. Looking down over her body, my travel stopped short and I laughed. “Guess you chose? Wrong choice, darlin’. You’re in Texas; don’t forget that.” She’d been flipping out all day over which jersey to wear; she only owned two, both of which were basketball jerseys. One was a Lakers jersey, Lamar Odom’s, and the other was a Spurs, Tim Duncan’s. Both teams were playing each other today and, according to Cassidy, that “just wasn’t allowed.”
“This isn’t fair!” She pointed at her gold jersey. “They’re my team, I can’t just abandon them . . .” Her lips stretched into a wide Cheshire cat grin and she lifted the gold jersey up to her chin to show off her white jersey underneath. “But Tim Duncan is my all-time favorite player and the only man I’d ever leave you for, so I decided to keep him closer to my heart.”
My eyes rolled and I held back a laugh as Ethan spoke up. “You can’t cheer on both teams, Cass. Pick one or the other. And remember what Gage said: you ain’t in California anymore, baby girl.”
“But it’s so hard!” She stamped her foot. Actually stamped her damn foot.
“Darlin’ ”—I couldn’t hold back my next laugh—“did you really just stamp your foot?”
Her eyes had begun drifting to the TV as Jake got it on the channel where they were still doing pregame footage and she did a double take, her eyes going wide. “Shh!” Her hand flew up and she turned more so she could watch, her hand still up in the air, like that would keep us all from still talking. Oddly, it did.
I did let out a groan though when I saw what she’d seen and was now intently watching. As soon as Tim Duncan’s interview ended I started talking again. “You happy to be gettin’ your fix?”
Cassidy turned and her eyes were bright, her smile bigger than ever. I shook my head at her but pulled her close and kissed her hard. I wasn’t complaining; she was so damn cute when she got excited over watching Tim Duncan. I didn’t even mind that she always reminded me she would leave me for him; if Tim Duncan was the worst thing I had to worry about, I’d say I had it pretty easy.
“You know what I think isn’t fair?” Jake asked. “That Gage gets a girl like Cassi. She actually knows what’s going on in every sport we watch, and she enjoys watching the game. Where’s my Cassi? That’s what I wanna know!”
“I’ll find you one, Jake,” she promised as everyone laughed, and left my arms. “Nothing fancy tonight, guys, I’m just gonna make sandwiches. Anyone wants a beer, we stocked up the fridge at the bar; help yourself.”
“And that. Right. There. I want a damn SMB too! Doesn’t matter if she thinks it’s ‘nothing fancy’ or not, there isn’t another SMB out there like Cassi. That’s it, I’m kidnapping and keeping her.” Jake sounded exasperated.
“What the hell is an SMB?” Ethan asked, but we all looked confused.
Jake looked at us like we should know this already. “SMB? Sandwich-Making Bitch.”
The room got tense as at least Adam, Ethan, and I got ready to rip into Jake for talking about Cassidy like that. But all of a sudden Cassidy burst into laughter so hard she had to grip my arm to keep herself standing. Jake and Grant laughed with her.
“See, she gets it,” Jake said, and picked the remote back up to turn up the volume.
Cassidy was wiping tears from her eyes when her laughs turned into soft giggles. “Jake, just for that I’m making your sandwiches first and I’ll get your beer for you.”
“You’re serious right now?” Ethan asked her, still looking pissed off. At least there were some sane people in the room still.
“Well, yeah. That was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while.” She looked at me and her smile faltered when she realized I wasn’t finding anything about that funny. “All right, Jake, did you mean that to be offensive?”
Jake said, “Hell no. That’s the best compliment I could give a chick. I won’t let just anyone make me a sandwich.” He grinned ridiculously at her.
“And I didn’t take it as offensive.” I still hadn’t relaxed my tense frame, and from the looks of it, neither had Ethan or Adam, so she kept talking. “It’s like that whole women-belong-in-the-kitchen-barefoot-and-pregnant thing; it’s funny. If Jake meant any of that literally, I doubt he’d be okay with me watching the game with you guys.”
“Exactly!” Jake threw an arm out toward Cassidy, pointing toward her. “She gets it, why don’t y’all?”
Cassidy kissed my cheek and moved to the kitchen. “But, Jake, I expect an early birthday present this year of a Cowboys jersey with the initials SMB on the back rather than a player’s name.”
“Gage, you are one lucky motherfucker. That’s all I’m gonna say,” Grant said, soft enough that I doubted Cass could hear him, and Jake grunted his agreement.
“Seriously, man, it’s a compliment, you need to relax,” Jake said, and turned up the volume even louder.
But by this point, I was relaxed, completely. Something Cassidy said was replaying through my mind over and over again, and I turned to look at her. She glanced up as she finished getting everything out of the fridge and smiled softly at me. That smile I’d realized was reserved just for me. She turned to get a carving board and bread and I let my eyes roam over her again, her long hair reaching her waist, the tank top Lakers jersey resting loosely on her h*ps and those super-short black shorts that were driving me crazy right now. My jeans got tight as I continued over her legs down to her bare feet. The corner of my mouth lifted slightly and I snapped my eyes back up a little just in time for her to turn. I kept my gaze in that spot, letting the image she’d put in my mind play through, and finally looked back up to her beautiful face. Was it twisted that I hardened even more at the thought of Cassidy pregnant? Before the guys could notice I was sporting a hard-on again, I turned and headed back for our room.
How many times had I thought about marrying Cassidy and having a family with her? Thousands, at the very least, but for whatever reason I’d never thought of her actually pregnant. And damn if I ever wanted that image to leave my mind. It’d only been a month and a half since we’d gotten together, but I’d been in love with her for almost two years now. That’s not too crazy, to think of this already, is it? Fuck . . . who am I kidding? Of course it is. I’m only twenty-two, and she’s nineteen. I shouldn’t be thinking about this for years. And I doubted I would have actually thought about having kids if she hadn’t made that one completely innocent comment. But she did, and now it was all I could think of. Cassidy round with my kid. That would be an incredible sight.