Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) by Roxy Sinclaire

book. It would be a nice distraction. Oh, Sean what did you do?

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    R ushing I came out of the cab, screaming in pain. The entrance of the hospital loomed before me. Oh, fuck! It was killing me!
    I yelled from the top of my voice and the cabbie was fortunately here to give me a hand.
    “Are you okay, madam?”
    “Do I look like I’m okay?” I shouted in his face. All of my muscles were contorting and I was red in the face. I was drenched in sweat. And why wouldn’t I be? My baby was coming out.
    “Which month are you in?” The cabbie said as he helped me to the hospital’s doors.
    “Ninth. Oh my God! I’m going to die!” I cried.
    “Calm down, madam. We’re right here,” he said as we climbed the stairs together. “Do you have a husband or a boyfriend?”
    “None of the above,” I breathed out. My stomach was killing me, my head was splitting, my lungs were on fire, and my heart was beating like crazy. My soul seemed to leave my body. “Thank you, sir. For being here with me.”
    “No problem,” he said and it was all I could hear before I passed out.
    As if from another room or even another galaxy I heard strange, deep voices. They usually called for doctors and surgery rooms and stuff like that. I couldn’t hold it anymore. If it had to happen, let it happen. I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness.
    And then, as if it were only a minute later, my eyes started to open. I found myself in a strange room. Was it Heaven? Hell? Something entirely different? No. Doctors wearing green masks didn’t welcome people into the afterlife.
    There was a cry. Someone was crying. And I knew who it was. I didn’t have to see who it was to know. I simply knew. Call it a mother’s intuition or just a sixth sense, I realized that it was my baby crying.
    “Congratulations, madam. You have a baby girl,” a female voice told me as its owner placed a little bundle of joy in my hands. It was all pink and cute and fuzzy.
    Instantly tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wept. Like a three-year-old asking for his mommy or a teenage girl who had gotten an F in Science. I wept and it felt like the normal thing to do.
    The baby blinked, looking at me.
    “Welcome to the world, Mia,” I said through tears. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. When had I become like this?
    My girl only blinked. She had my eyes. I laughed from ear to ear. She was the best thing that had happened and would happen to me. I was sure of it.

8
    Sean
    “ I t’s been eight years , bro. Feels just like it was yesterday when all of this began,” my teammate told me, shaking my hand.
    “Yeah, I still can’t believe it… But it doesn’t matter! We won!” I shouted and he laughed. Roy was a kind guy that had been nice to me since the first day in the NFL. We had remained bros since then.
    “We won!” he shouted as the whole locker room echoed with the cries of the guys who were as ecstatic as this after every single game. They liked to win. And so did I. However, I wasn’t as hyped. I guessed that everything had come with the years. Eight years ago I had thought that I had touched the sky when I had earned my ticket to the league. Now everything seemed like a dream. Damn, what time did to a person!
    My phone was ringing. There was no Kayla Vaughn to call me to congratulate me. And I couldn’t expect that from the model I had slept with yesterday. She had been such a lioness in bed though, I could still feel bruises all over my body. What a girl! A sex bomb. In every meaning of the term. I chuckled.
    It turned out that it was a reporter who wanted an interview with the captain aka me. It sounded great. Magnificent even. Sean Coleman—the team’s captain. My ego was rising with each moment.
    “Yeah, sure, pal. I’ll stop by. Thanks,” I said and hung up. Always be nice to the journalists. That was rule number one in this business.
    After we drank a little bit, all of the team except me boarded a plane home. I had promised an