I know this is kind of a time jump but I wanted to move forward a bit because I was kind of running out of things to write and I have a lot planned for Charlotte and Cooper's family in the future. Mason and Trenton are now thirteen and Anthony, Whitney, and Nathan are four. Amelia and Sheldon's girl Riley is now twelve, and they have a three year old boy named Tucker. Sam and Naomi got back together and Callie moved to LA a month ago.
Four years later
"Trenton come down here!" I yelled up the staircase. Trenton ran downstairs in his soccer uniform.
"Yeah mom what's up?" He asked.
"I was just asking if you were ready to leave for your game." I told him.
"Oh yeah well obviously." He said grinning.
"Go get Anthony ready for me will you? I have a few things I have to do and then we can go and I'll be done a lot faster if you go get Anthony ready for me." I told him. He nodded and flipped the hair out of his eyes.
"Sure thing." He said and took off up the stairs. My phone rang and I answered Cooper's call.
"Hey Coop what's up?" I asked.
"What time is Trenton's game?" He asked.
"Five thirty." I told him. "Are you going to make it?" I asked.
"I have to stay with this kid I don't know if I'll be done in time. Tell Trenton good luck and that I love him." Cooper told me.
"Okay, you're still going to be able to pick Mason up from baseball practice at six right?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'll find some way to get him." Cooper assured me.
"Okay. I love you, see you tonight, bye." I said and hung up. Twenty minutes later Trenton came down the stairs with Anthony on his shoulders.
"Put me down." Anthony complained. Trenton lifted him over his head and sat him back on the ground.
"There you go squirt." Trenton told him.
"You know it was fun when I was three." Anthony told Trenton annoyed. Trenton grinned and ruffled Anthony's hair.
"You're only one year older little man." Trenton told him.
"Quit calling me little man." Anthony begged. I grinned.
"Come on you two. Time to go." I said. Anthony pulled on his sandals and ran after me. Trenton grabbed his soccer bag and followed us out to the car. Addison was at the stadium when we got there. Whitney and Nathan were kicking around a tiny soccer ball. Anthony looked up at me expectantly.
"Mom I have to go warm up." Trenton said.
"Okay, go kick some butt." I told him. He smiled and ran off to join his team.
"Momma can I play with Whit and Nate?" Anthony asked. I smiled and nodded.
"Go ahead." I told him. Anthony grinned and ran off to join them.
"So how are things?" Addison asked. I laughed.
"You see me everyday at work. Nothing new has happened since yesterday." I told her.
"I know, I meant more of like how are you and Cooper? I thought you guys were trying for a girl now." Addison said.
"Oh you wanted to talk about that?" I laughed. Addison nodded.
"Yeah. Spill all the secrets." Addison begged. I grinned.
"Yeah, we tried last night." I told her.
"Ah. I see." Addison said smiling.
"You can be so much like a teenager sometimes." I said. Addison smiled.
"What can I say? I like gossip." Addison smirked.
"How's Callie?" I asked.
"You saw her at work yesterday, she's the same as always." Addison told me.
"Well I thought she had a date with someone last night." I said.
"She did." Addison replied.
"And?" I asked.
"She said he was really sweet but she wasn't sure if she wanted to get involved with him." Addison told me.
"Oh? So he's not for her?" I asked.
"Guess not. Is Cooper coming?" Addison asked.
"He got caught up at work. Mark isn't coming is he?" I asked. Addison shook her head.
"He had a surgery." Addison said.
"Oh right gotcha. Oh it's starting." I said and took a seat in the bleachers. Trenton kicked off for his team.
"God remember how small he used to be?" Addison asked twenty minutes into the game. I nodded.
"Yeah. I miss him being younger." I said. Addison smiled.
"They can't stay young forever." Addison said.
"I know, but can they stay young just a little bit longer?" I asked. Addison smiled.
"I wish." She sighed. Callie came over and sat down next to Addison.
"Hey." I said not looking away from the game.
"Hey." She replied. "Addison you know you're kids are playing in the ditch?" Callie asked.
"Uh no." Addison said and got up. I followed her. Whitney, Nathan, and Anthony were running up and down the ditch kicking the soccer ball around.
"ANTHONY! Get out of there." I yelled. Anthony came running out of the ditch.
"Momma we were just playing soccer." Anthony whined.
"Not in there you aren't." I scolded.
"Whitney and Nathan come here right now." Addison demanded. Nathan picked up the small soccer ball and ran over to Addison. Whitney hot on his heels. She tripped in a hole in the side of the ditch and fell backwards into the ditch.
"Whitney!" Anthony cried. Callie ran over and picked Whitney up. Whitney was crying. Callie carried her out of the ditch and laid her down on the grass.
"Tell me what hurts sweetie." Callie told her. Whitney took a deep breath and tried to stop crying.
"My ankle." She managed after a few seconds.
"Your right one?" Callie asked. Addison knelt down next to Whitney. Whitney nodded. Callie pulled Whitney's shoe off slowly and pulled her sweat pants leg up causing her to start crying again.
"How does it look?" Addison asked.
"I think it's broken." Callie told her.
"Crap." Addison breathed.
"Is Whitney going to be okay momma?" Nathan asked.
"She's going to be fine Nate Nate." Addison assured him. I heard the whistle blow and I knew it was half time. Trenton would be looking for me.
"I have to go. Let me know okay?" I told Addison. She nodded. I grabbed Anthony's hand and led him over to the field. Trenton spotted us and ran over.
"Did you see my bicycle kick?" Trenton asked. I nodded.
"That was really cool kiddo." I told him.
"I'm not a kid anymore mom." Trenton said annoyed and took a sip of water.
"Right sorry, I forgot you're a big old teenager who knows everything right?" I said sarcastically. Trenton rolled his eyes.
"Freedman! Let's Go!" Trenton's coach yelled. Trenton smiled and took off to join his team in a huddle. I smiled and sat down on the bleachers. Anthony climbed up and joined me. My phone rang with ten minutes left in the game. I answered Addison's call.
"Hey Addison how is she?" I asked.
"She has a an ankle fracture. Nothing too big. Callie said she'd be good with a walking cast. So no crutches." Addison explained.
"Well that's good." I said.
"Very good. She would die on crutches. How's the game going?" Addison asked.
"Good. There's ten minutes left and they're winning by two. Will you guys still be at the hospital by then or should we come over to the house to see her?" I asked.
"Home. Callie just discharged her." Addison told me.
"That was fast." I noted.
"Priority patients." Addison said. I laughed.
"Right forgot we had that advantage. I'll see you guys soon." I said and hung up. Trenton pulled another bicycle kick. He hit the ground hard and didn't move. The team medic ran onto the field and I swear I felt my heart stop. "Oh my God." I breathed.
"Momma why isn't Trenton moving?" Anthony asked.
"I don't know squirt." I said my voice breaking.
"Is he okay?" Anthony asked.
"I hope so squirt." I said trying my best not to cry. If I cried Anthony would know something bad was up and then all hell would break loose. The medic slowly helped Trenton sit up. The medic asked Trenton something and Trenton nodded slowly in response. The medic moved down to look at Trenton's knee. When he touched it Trenton leaned over and threw up. That was not a good sign. I pulled out my phone and dialed Addison's number.
"Hello? Charlotte what's up?" Addison asked.
"Trenton's hurt. We won't be able to come see Whitney. Can you tell Callie to stay at the hospital an page Amelia there too? I left my pager at home in our rush to get out the door." I explained.
"Okay. I will. Is he okay?" Addison asked.
"I don't know. He hurt his knee and I think he might have a concussion. They're helping him to the sidelines now and I think a coach is coming to get me. Oh yeah, here he comes. I'll call you later. Got to go. Bye." I said and hung up. I turned to face the coach.
"Trenton needs to be taken to the ER. Dr. Walden suspects a concussion and a possible torn ACL." The coach explained. I nodded and grabbed my purse. I took Anthony by the hand and led him over to Trenton. Trenton was leaning his head on the back of the bench. His face was scrunched up in a look of pain and nausea. Coach Field picked up Trenton and carried him out to our car. He sat Trenton down gently in the backseat. I nodded my thanks and loaded up. Then we drove off for St. Ambrose.