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“Are you single?” he asks darkly. She chews on her lip with a smile but doesn’t answer him right away. “Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes,” he drawls, then slowly sucks on an orange slice as he stares her down.
You're about three seconds from taking my foot up your ass, Hollow.
“You still have the same number, Angie?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll call you later.” The fuck he will. “Thanks for the treat,” he says, gesturing with another slice, and then slowly walks backwards to the rest of the team packing up their bags.
Before she can even get to me, I’m up and marching over to my own bag, throwing my boots in and slipping on my slides. I toss my jersey in with the others and head back towards Angie, who’s folding up the quilt. It’s too damn hot to bother with a shirt right now. That’s what I tell myself at least as I approach her, letting her eye me.
Angie
When Raf doesn't stop where I’m standing, I move to keep up with him. “Why are we walking so fast? No one else is leaving for the social yet.”
“We’re not going to the social,” he huffs.
“Why not? I love socials. Drinking beer with the players after a game is the best part.”
“You can’t even drink, Angie,” he says harshly.
What the fuck crawled up his ass? They just won.
He turns his face to see my pout. “Is that why we’re not going? You know I’m allowed to have a beer every now and again, right?”
A frustrated puff of air whooshes out of him. “Why didn’t you tell him?”
“Who? Jared?”
“Yes, Jared.”
“What was I supposed to tell him?”
“Oh I don’t know,” he says sarcastically, unlocking the Range with the fob and letting the hatch open on its own. “Maybe that you’re pregnant.”
I forcefully throw the quilt in the back, staring at him. “First of all, we’ve only told our closest friends that information, so it’s not something I’m ready to tell everyone else yet. Did we not agree on that?”
“We did,” he relents, placing his kit in the back and shutting the hatch.
When we get in the car, I continue. “And second, I am single. Do you assume people don’t want to fuck me or date me because I’m pregnant?”
He rolls down the windows to let the hot air dissipate. “You were leading him on, Angie.”
“Who says I’m leading him on? And what is there to lead on? You know full-well him and I were always—”
“You’re with me now!” he shouts, shaking his hands in front of him.
My head rears back instantly. “What? When the fuck did this happen?”
“I…I have to take care of you,” he says in a softer tone.
We sit in silence for a moment as I let that sink in. “Raf, I’m truly grateful that you’re doing this with me. You’re going to be an excellent birthing partner, and co-parent, I’m sure of it. But…” Shit. How do I say this next part without hurting him? “I’m not with you. You don’t do commitment. I do.”
He finally looks at me. “I’m committed to our child.”
“I know you are,” I smile. “But that doesn’t mean you have to force a commitment to me. It’s not in you, Raf.”
Gently leaning his forehead on the steering wheel, he lets out a sigh. “Yeah.”
