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Wednesday?” I ask, knowing that they normally do family dinners on Sundays.
“Since I’m out of town this weekend, we’re having family dinner tonight.”
“Got it. Well, enjoy. Tell everyone I say hi.”
“I’ll tell them more than that. Unless I need to wait to share your good news?”
“No, you can tell them. I’m going to call my dad after we hang up.”
“You called me first?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“Of course. You’re the person I want to share everything with first.”
“Awe,” she says. “I don’t know how to respond to something that sweet.”
“Just tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Adam Kistler.”
“I love you, too. Now go enjoy dinner and tell me nothing about your mom’s cooking.”
She laughs and says, “I’ll talk to you later.”
I hang up and finally get out of my Jeep to head inside my apartment. Since moving in, I haven’t done much with the place. Mostly because I haven’t had time. I picked up the bare essentials when it comes to furniture and unpacked my stuff, including a box of pots and pans that my mom bought me.
Even though I haven’t really settled in, the place is a disaster zone. I haven’t done dishes in about a week and have made my bed…well, never.
I throw my keys on the bar in the kitchen and head into my bedroom, where the sheets are a mess and the laundry is overflowing.
I really need to look into hiring a housekeeper. Not that I’m opposed to housework, but I honestly don’t have the time or energy.
Since I’m here, I grab my laundry hamper and take it to the washer and dryer in the utility closet near the bathroom, and start loading clothes in the washer. Might as well start chores while I’m thinking about it.
After starting the wash, I pick up my phone to call my parents to tell them the news and see that I have a missed text from one of my teammates, Jeremiah Deeks.
He’s the same age as Jason and has been playing for the Saints for the last three years. He’s an amazing player and a really outgoing, fun guy. When I reported to the field for my first day of practice, he was the first person to introduce himself to me in the locker room and has taken me under his wing since then.
Heard the good news, man. Congrats! Not that it’s a surprise.
I text back, Thanks. Definitely a weight off my shoulders .
He immediately writes, QB and his wife are throwing a party this weekend. You in?
Our quarterback, Jax Montgomery, is the bedrock of our team. The guys treat him like a god. Though he’s been nothing but nice to me, he hasn’t exactly been friendly. Deeks told me that he tends to be aloof with the rookies until they make the team.
Which I have now. But I don’t want to assume I’m invited, show up, and then have Montgomery be surprised that I’m crashing his party.
Am I allowed?
I feel a little dumb asking, but I’d rather not upset the team captain just as I’ve made the team.
You’re on the team. I’m sure you’ll get an invite when Jax hears the news .
I seriously doubt he hasn’t heard the news already, considering that Deeks already knows. An invite has yet to surface.
If I get an invite from him, I’ll come. Courtney is in town this weekend, though.
I move into the kitchen to start on the dishes and hear my phone vibrate on the counter a few minutes later.
The lady! She’ll absolutely be welcome. I’m excited to meet her .
I smile, glad Deeks is excited to meet Courtney. I try not to talk about my personal life in the locker room—when I’m at practice, my head needs to be on the field and in the playbook—but when they bring up dating or their significant others, I am more than happy to talk about her.
As I finish up the dishes, I realize I still haven’t called my family to let them know I’m officially an NFL player. Probably need to rectify that before
“Since I’m out of town this weekend, we’re having family dinner tonight.”
“Got it. Well, enjoy. Tell everyone I say hi.”
“I’ll tell them more than that. Unless I need to wait to share your good news?”
“No, you can tell them. I’m going to call my dad after we hang up.”
“You called me first?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“Of course. You’re the person I want to share everything with first.”
“Awe,” she says. “I don’t know how to respond to something that sweet.”
“Just tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Adam Kistler.”
“I love you, too. Now go enjoy dinner and tell me nothing about your mom’s cooking.”
She laughs and says, “I’ll talk to you later.”
I hang up and finally get out of my Jeep to head inside my apartment. Since moving in, I haven’t done much with the place. Mostly because I haven’t had time. I picked up the bare essentials when it comes to furniture and unpacked my stuff, including a box of pots and pans that my mom bought me.
Even though I haven’t really settled in, the place is a disaster zone. I haven’t done dishes in about a week and have made my bed…well, never.
I throw my keys on the bar in the kitchen and head into my bedroom, where the sheets are a mess and the laundry is overflowing.
I really need to look into hiring a housekeeper. Not that I’m opposed to housework, but I honestly don’t have the time or energy.
Since I’m here, I grab my laundry hamper and take it to the washer and dryer in the utility closet near the bathroom, and start loading clothes in the washer. Might as well start chores while I’m thinking about it.
After starting the wash, I pick up my phone to call my parents to tell them the news and see that I have a missed text from one of my teammates, Jeremiah Deeks.
He’s the same age as Jason and has been playing for the Saints for the last three years. He’s an amazing player and a really outgoing, fun guy. When I reported to the field for my first day of practice, he was the first person to introduce himself to me in the locker room and has taken me under his wing since then.
Heard the good news, man. Congrats! Not that it’s a surprise.
I text back, Thanks. Definitely a weight off my shoulders .
He immediately writes, QB and his wife are throwing a party this weekend. You in?
Our quarterback, Jax Montgomery, is the bedrock of our team. The guys treat him like a god. Though he’s been nothing but nice to me, he hasn’t exactly been friendly. Deeks told me that he tends to be aloof with the rookies until they make the team.
Which I have now. But I don’t want to assume I’m invited, show up, and then have Montgomery be surprised that I’m crashing his party.
Am I allowed?
I feel a little dumb asking, but I’d rather not upset the team captain just as I’ve made the team.
You’re on the team. I’m sure you’ll get an invite when Jax hears the news .
I seriously doubt he hasn’t heard the news already, considering that Deeks already knows. An invite has yet to surface.
If I get an invite from him, I’ll come. Courtney is in town this weekend, though.
I move into the kitchen to start on the dishes and hear my phone vibrate on the counter a few minutes later.
The lady! She’ll absolutely be welcome. I’m excited to meet her .
I smile, glad Deeks is excited to meet Courtney. I try not to talk about my personal life in the locker room—when I’m at practice, my head needs to be on the field and in the playbook—but when they bring up dating or their significant others, I am more than happy to talk about her.
As I finish up the dishes, I realize I still haven’t called my family to let them know I’m officially an NFL player. Probably need to rectify that before
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