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BPOV
"Hayden Morgan Black, we have to go!" I yelled up the stairs.
"I'm coming, Momma," my seven year old son yelled back.
"Today?"
"Mom, I'm gonna be in the car," my ten year old son, Xander, said, grabbing his glove and running out the door.
"You're going to be late for baseball tryouts," I warned Hayden when he finally jumped down the stairs.
"Sorry, Momma," he said bashfully, tossing his brown hair into his eyes. Awww, it still amazes me how someone as normal as me could have such adorable kids! (But then again, everyone thinks that their kids are adorable, so…) Focus, Bella. You're mad at him, remember?
I sighed and smiled at him tightly. "It's alright, Hayden. Get in the car."
Hayden smiled his big smile at me and ran out into the yard, leaving me behind to lock the door to our house and follow him.
I got into the car, where my boys were buckled up and waiting.
"Are you guys excited?" I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
"Yeah!" Hayden grinned, bouncing up and down in his seat.
"I guess…" Xander said, sounding unsure of himself.
I sighed, rolling down my window so we could get a little bit of the warm California air. "You'll do great, Xander," I told him. "You have nothing to worry about."
Xander had been bullied after Xander and Hayden's dad had left a couple years ago, so he was always worried about meeting new people.
"But—but what if they don't like me?" Xander asked, fiddling with his baseball glove.
"Why wouldn't they?" I asked him. "You don't have to tell him about Dad, you know."
"Really?" Xander asked.
"Of course," I said, feeling a surge of hate flow through me at what their father and my ex-husband had done to me and our kids. Correction: My kids. "No one will know the difference."
"Cool," Xander grinned and I smiled back.
"So who's ready to play some ball?" I asked my sons.
"Me!" they both cried back and I laughed.
"How would you guys feel about going to that ice cream place on the beach after tryouts?" I suggested, parking in the parking lot of the baseball field.
"Cool!" Hayden cried, unbuckling himself and jumping out of our mini-van.
"Xan?"
"Sure, Mom, thanks," he said, getting out slower than Hayden had.
"You're welcome, bud," I replied, adjusting my baseball hat in the rearview mirror.
"Are ya' coming, Mom, or are you going to stare at yourself in the mirror all day?" Xander smirked.
"Hey!" I said, pretending to be offended. "I can't help it that I'm just so amazingly beautiful!"
"Sure, Mom," Xander laughed. "Whatever makes you happy."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," Xander said, smiling at me innocently.
"I'm watching you, my boy," I said, trying to intimidate him.
Xander laughed. So much for that plan.
"Where do we go, Mom?" Hayden asked.
"I think we go register over there," I said, pointing to a booth where a huge man was standing, explaining something to a clueless looking woman.
I started walking over to the booth and Xander and Hayden followed me. Hayden grabbed my right hand, but Xander was too cool to do something that little kid-ish.
I got them registered and then they went to stand with their respective age groups, doing some drills and then beginning a mock game.
I wandered over to the stands, where I watched Xander hit a home run and Hayden catch a fly ball.
There were several men clustered within hearing distance of where I sat down, and couldn't help but listen to their conversation.
"The boy with the brown hair and the red shirt is awesome!" one of them said, sounding impressed, pointing to Hayden.
Of course he is, he is my son, I felt like saying. Either that or doing a happy dance. Either one.
"So's the one with the blue shirt in the ten year olds section," another man said, nodding over at Xander.
I grinned. I had taught my boys everything they knew about baseball!
"I want the one in the red shirt for my team," another man said.
"No! I was the one who pointed him out!" the first man argued. "I have first dibs!"
"I call the one in the blue," the second man said immediately.
"You always get the best players," a man on the outside of the cluster whined.
I grinned even wider. They were fighting over my boys! Ha, ha, the mama bear in me gloated.
I suddenly realized how hungry I was, so I went down to the concessions stand to get a hot dog or some other unhealthy crap. (I know, I know. I'm a mother of two; I shouldn't be talking like that, but whatever. I'm only twenty-seven.)
I was waiting in line when the man in front of me turned around and walked right into me, spilling ketchup and a hotdog all over my shirt.
"Omigod!" I gasped.
"Oh, no!" the man groaned, running a hand through his hair.
The devil who had suddenly appeared on my shoulder urged me to jump his bones. What are you doing, standing there, bemoaning your shirt? That man is fine!
My angel didn't think anything of his looks…well, not much, anyways. Don't be too harsh on him, Bella. At least he's good looking.
I thought that angels were supposed to give you good advice, not agree with the devil!
"My shirt," I moaned, dabbing at the ketchup with a napkin. Why had I worn white today? I should know better, being the klutz that I am…
"Ugh," the man sighed. "Now I'll have to buy a new hotdog for Mia…"
Was he fucking kidding me? (Language, language, I know!) He had just gotten ketchup all over my shirt, and he was worried about buying a new hotdog? Oh no he just di-dn't!
"Excuse me?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.
Oh, yeah, give it to him, girl! my devil egged me on.
Don't be too harsh on him…dearest angel warned me. That was more like it…
"I have to buy a new hotdog for my daughter and I'm supposed to be seeing who I want on my team!" the man snapped.
"Shouldn't you be apologizing to me?" I screeched. "You got ketchup all over my white shirt!"
"It's not my fault you were standing right behind me!" the man argued, running his hand through his bronze locks again. Hot! Wait! What was I thinking! This man was a total jackass. (Oh, shut up. I know that I shouldn't be using language, but I was pissed off!)
"I was in line, half wit! Let me explain this to you," I growled. "When you stand in line, you generally stand behind the person in front of you! And you don't turn around and run right into the person behind you!"
"It's not my fault you were standing way closer than most people do when they stand in line," the man snapped.
"Ex-cuse me?" I shrieked. "You're blaming me?!"
Give it to him! Give it to him good! the devil cackled, relishing my anger. I was far more forgiving than she liked.
What did I just say? the angel moaned, rubbing her temples. You never listen to me!
What? All I ever did was listen to her!
"Hey! You're holding up the line!" a woman behind me yelled.
"Tell it to someone who cares!" I snapped, turning back to the jackass in front of me. "Listen, you jackass! Suck it up and give me some money to buy a new shirt!"
"You're fucking kidding me!" Jackass snarled. "I'm not buying you a new shirt!"
"Uh, yeah, you are!" I snapped.
"Hell-lo, can you please just move out of the line?" the same woman asked.
"Edward," a short black haired girl said, pulling on his arm. Wait. Where did she just come from? "What did you do now?"
"Nothing, I—"
OMIGOD!! my angel shrieked. MAYBE HE'S, LIKE, SPECIAL ED!
No way. No fucking way, devil snapped, rolling her eyes. If he was "special," he wouldn't be yelling at her or coaching baseball. And he's too hot!
What does that have to do with it? the angel asked.
Oh. My. God. What if angel was right?
"I'm sorry," the woman apologized to me. "My jackass brother sure has a way of making women want to kill him!"
I laughed unsurely. And her point was…
"We'll pay for your shirt," she continued. "He's just too stubborn to say that he was wrong and that it was his mistake—" She rolled her eyes. "It's a running joke in our family. My husband and my other brother are constantly betting on how many people he's going to get into fights with."
I smiled, still unsure about what her point was.
"I'm Alice Cullen Hale," she finished, holding out her hand.
"Bella Swan," I introduced myself, shaking her hand.
"Let's go buy you a shirt!" she grinned. "They have all these cute little boutiques along the beach! Well, you probably know that, but…"
"Sorry, I can't leave," I said. "My sons are trying out."
"You have kids?" Alice asked, sounding and looking surprised. "You don't look old enough to have kids old enough to be in baseball!"
Seriously? Oh, yeah!
"They're seven and ten," I admitted.
"No way!" Alice laughed. "You look like you're twenty years old!"
"Really?" I squealed. "Alice! You just made my day!"
"Naw," she denied it. "I just made up for my brother!"
We laughed.
"Can you keep the line moving?" someone called up.
"Oops!" Alice giggled. "Sorry!"
She pulled me out of the line and Jackass followed, still running his hands through his hair. I wondered if it was a silky as it looked…
STOP! my angel cried. You have two sons, you can't start dating this soon after he left.
Oh, stop it, the devil sighed. Let her have some fun, will you? He's hawt!
"I have a jacket in my car that you can borrow," Alice babbled. "We can go get it, and after tryouts we can go get you a new shirt with Edward's money?"
"Hey!" Jackass cried.
"Sure!" I said, grinning at Alice. "That would be awesome!"
Take that, Jackass!
***
An hour later, baseball tryouts were over, and they were calling out the teams.
Hayden was on Alice's husband's team and they were getting to the ten year olds teams now.
Jackass stepped forward and started calling names.
"Jason Adams, Xander Black—" FUCK! "Willie Cullen…"
Oh. My. God.
My son was on Jackass's team.
"After tryouts, everyone on my team and Jasper's is welcome to come to my home for a dinner," Jackass finished after he had called out everyone's names.
One word summed up how I was feeling: fuckshitfuckshitfuckshit!
What do you think?
If you notice that there's a random kid named Zach, then that kid is Xander. Zach was his original name, but then I changed it. (Too close to Jack Black.) I read it over, but I might have missed a Zach.
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