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Hunter, I promise I’ll understand.”
“No, I’m sure it will be fine. Mom was probably going to have him for the weekend anyways. She won’t mind taking him an extra day. He loves staying over there and getting spoiled, and I could use a trip out of town, so it’s a win-win.”
“Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you…”
“You show me all the time. Keep a positive outlook, okay? Your sweet wife is also one of the strongest ladies I’ve ever known.”
He smiled. “I will do my best.”
Little did I know that when I agreed to go to Texas it would send me right back into Leif’s life once again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NEW ORLEANS
PRESENT DAY
LEIF
“You wanna play catch?”
I was immersed in my thoughts and it took me a second to process the little voice was talking to me. When I finally looked up, Hunter was standing there, staring at me with those big blue eyes and holding a baseball in one hand and a Ninja Turtle glove on the other…backwards. “What’s that buddy?”
“Do you know how to play ball?” I’d missed out on playing sports as a kid, but I tossed a ball around in the army with the guys more than once.
“I do okay. What about you?”
“I played t-ball last year. This year I get to play real baseball, but I need to learn how to catch better and throw farther.”
“Well, the first thing we need to do is turn this around,” I told him, taking hold of the glove. I took it off of him and said, “Hold out your hand with your palm up.” He did as I asked him, and I slid the glove back on him. “It’s a little big.”
“Yeah, Mom bought it,” he said like it explained everything. I tried not to smile.
“Well, that was nice of her.”
“Yeah, she’s nice…but she doesn’t really know anything about t-ball.”
“No?”
“Nope. She claps when I hit the tee, and she bought me a Paw Patrol bat and a Ninja Turtle glove.”
“Not cool?”
“It makes me look like a baby.”
“Well, I’m sure that’s not what she meant for it to do.”
“Nah, I like both of them, but I’m not four anymore.”
“No, you’re not. Sometimes I reckon it’s hard for a mom to see that. You wanna throw the ball around a bit?”
“Yeah!” His eyes lit up, and he looked as excited to play ball with me as I was that he asked me to play. I followed him out to the center of the backyard, and he threw it to me first. I saw right away what he was doing wrong, but I was afraid of hurting his feelings, so I picked it up where it had rolled and threw it back without saying anything. He put his glove out and held it there in front of him while the ball went over his head. “I suck,” he said.
I did laugh then. “I don’t reckon your mama would be too happy to hear you say that word.”
“Nah, she’d yell at me. But I really do.”
“No, you don’t. Everything takes practice; that’s all you need.”
“We don’t start practice for two weeks.”
“You can practice anytime though. We’re practicing right now.”
“Will you be here every day?”
“When your grandpa’s home, I’ll be here, otherwise I have to be with him.”
“Can you practice with me?”
“Sure, buddy, as much as we can.” He grinned again. He looks so much like his mama. He bent down,
“No, I’m sure it will be fine. Mom was probably going to have him for the weekend anyways. She won’t mind taking him an extra day. He loves staying over there and getting spoiled, and I could use a trip out of town, so it’s a win-win.”
“Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you…”
“You show me all the time. Keep a positive outlook, okay? Your sweet wife is also one of the strongest ladies I’ve ever known.”
He smiled. “I will do my best.”
Little did I know that when I agreed to go to Texas it would send me right back into Leif’s life once again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NEW ORLEANS
PRESENT DAY
LEIF
“You wanna play catch?”
I was immersed in my thoughts and it took me a second to process the little voice was talking to me. When I finally looked up, Hunter was standing there, staring at me with those big blue eyes and holding a baseball in one hand and a Ninja Turtle glove on the other…backwards. “What’s that buddy?”
“Do you know how to play ball?” I’d missed out on playing sports as a kid, but I tossed a ball around in the army with the guys more than once.
“I do okay. What about you?”
“I played t-ball last year. This year I get to play real baseball, but I need to learn how to catch better and throw farther.”
“Well, the first thing we need to do is turn this around,” I told him, taking hold of the glove. I took it off of him and said, “Hold out your hand with your palm up.” He did as I asked him, and I slid the glove back on him. “It’s a little big.”
“Yeah, Mom bought it,” he said like it explained everything. I tried not to smile.
“Well, that was nice of her.”
“Yeah, she’s nice…but she doesn’t really know anything about t-ball.”
“No?”
“Nope. She claps when I hit the tee, and she bought me a Paw Patrol bat and a Ninja Turtle glove.”
“Not cool?”
“It makes me look like a baby.”
“Well, I’m sure that’s not what she meant for it to do.”
“Nah, I like both of them, but I’m not four anymore.”
“No, you’re not. Sometimes I reckon it’s hard for a mom to see that. You wanna throw the ball around a bit?”
“Yeah!” His eyes lit up, and he looked as excited to play ball with me as I was that he asked me to play. I followed him out to the center of the backyard, and he threw it to me first. I saw right away what he was doing wrong, but I was afraid of hurting his feelings, so I picked it up where it had rolled and threw it back without saying anything. He put his glove out and held it there in front of him while the ball went over his head. “I suck,” he said.
I did laugh then. “I don’t reckon your mama would be too happy to hear you say that word.”
“Nah, she’d yell at me. But I really do.”
“No, you don’t. Everything takes practice; that’s all you need.”
“We don’t start practice for two weeks.”
“You can practice anytime though. We’re practicing right now.”
“Will you be here every day?”
“When your grandpa’s home, I’ll be here, otherwise I have to be with him.”
“Can you practice with me?”
“Sure, buddy, as much as we can.” He grinned again. He looks so much like his mama. He bent down,
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