Rags 2 Pitches: A Secret Baby Sports Romance by Jessica Evans Page B
Authors: Jessica Evans
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asked to make sure that it was one of the top elite, so I wasn’t letting the family name down.
The more Ryan spoke about his Mum, the more of a connection I felt towards him. He had no idea where his Dad lived or what he was doing these days. Mine may have been in the same house, but lately the only reason we even conversed was because he wanted to make sure that I was as far away from Ryan as possible. I wondered for a split second if he had given up on chasing after me and decided that he would chase after the one thing that he really desired: women.
Our conversation turned sour the more he spoke about his past. I wanted him to hold me and protect me, but at the same time I wanted to show him love, something that I felt had been missing from his life until now.
We were more connected then we had both ever realized and, as he gently pressed his lips against mine, I wanted him inside of me all over again. As we had been doing all through the night.
“I love you, Ryan Thompson.” I said as I put our breakfast tray to the side, and he whispered, “I love you so much more.”
Chapter 17
Nicola
“Aunt, you’re cool with this?”
She looked at me with concern on her face, “I don’t like lying to your mother. You know I don’t, but…”
There was that bit, which I hated. We stood in Euston Station and I was getting ready to board the train to Manchester, “You’re eighteen, an adult, and you should be treated as one.”
We were lying to my parents that I was staying with her, so that I could get the train up to Manchester and spend the weekend with Ryan. It was the Easter holidays and I should have been studying, but I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since we’d spent the weekend at the InnKeeper’s Lodge, I had found more ways to sneak out and that had included spending days with my aunt.
She lived a bit further out in Herne Hill, which was not too far from my house and was easy walking distance from school. Mum had said that she was going to stay with her mum in Rome for a while, because Grandma was sick.
That was part of the reason that she’d never called me that weekend, she was worried about Grandma. I felt a bit guilty, but it didn’t make sense that only Mum went and not Aunt. After all, she didn’t have any kids.
She said that Mum volunteered and it was only yesterday I had found out the truth, that Dad had kicked my Mum out of the house, because he’d arrived home on Saturday and found her in bed with another man. She’d wanted to get to my Dad and it looked as if she had pushed one too many buttons.
Aunt Marie was pretty and had never been married. She had come over to the UK with my Mum, to be a teacher. Mum only had one thing on her mind when she was a teenager and that was to get herself a husband, so she wouldn’t have to be like her older sister and work.
“Thank you,” I repeated as I kissed her on the cheek and left her side. A silent tear ran down her cheek, because she knew that sooner or later I wouldn’t be going to Manchester just for a visit, but for good.
She was the only one who knew the truth about my pregnancy. She’d even gone with me to the clinic to help me go through my options. I was pregnant. It had been one night that had ended up being several nights of carelessness after he’d told me that he was about to leave. I couldn't let the man leave without him knowing how much he meant to me.
I’d turned into this desperate damsel in distress. Everything that I had hated about my Mum and Dad felt like it was reflected every time I sent him a message begging him to come over. The sad part was, when I’d found out about Mum, I hadn’t felt remorseful or sad about the fact that my own Mum had been thrown out of her house. In fact, it had made it a lot easier for me. No longer did I have to worry about sneaking around two parents, because now there was only one, one that was never home.
The joke was the fact that Dad had thrown her out for
The more Ryan spoke about his Mum, the more of a connection I felt towards him. He had no idea where his Dad lived or what he was doing these days. Mine may have been in the same house, but lately the only reason we even conversed was because he wanted to make sure that I was as far away from Ryan as possible. I wondered for a split second if he had given up on chasing after me and decided that he would chase after the one thing that he really desired: women.
Our conversation turned sour the more he spoke about his past. I wanted him to hold me and protect me, but at the same time I wanted to show him love, something that I felt had been missing from his life until now.
We were more connected then we had both ever realized and, as he gently pressed his lips against mine, I wanted him inside of me all over again. As we had been doing all through the night.
“I love you, Ryan Thompson.” I said as I put our breakfast tray to the side, and he whispered, “I love you so much more.”
Chapter 17
Nicola
“Aunt, you’re cool with this?”
She looked at me with concern on her face, “I don’t like lying to your mother. You know I don’t, but…”
There was that bit, which I hated. We stood in Euston Station and I was getting ready to board the train to Manchester, “You’re eighteen, an adult, and you should be treated as one.”
We were lying to my parents that I was staying with her, so that I could get the train up to Manchester and spend the weekend with Ryan. It was the Easter holidays and I should have been studying, but I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since we’d spent the weekend at the InnKeeper’s Lodge, I had found more ways to sneak out and that had included spending days with my aunt.
She lived a bit further out in Herne Hill, which was not too far from my house and was easy walking distance from school. Mum had said that she was going to stay with her mum in Rome for a while, because Grandma was sick.
That was part of the reason that she’d never called me that weekend, she was worried about Grandma. I felt a bit guilty, but it didn’t make sense that only Mum went and not Aunt. After all, she didn’t have any kids.
She said that Mum volunteered and it was only yesterday I had found out the truth, that Dad had kicked my Mum out of the house, because he’d arrived home on Saturday and found her in bed with another man. She’d wanted to get to my Dad and it looked as if she had pushed one too many buttons.
Aunt Marie was pretty and had never been married. She had come over to the UK with my Mum, to be a teacher. Mum only had one thing on her mind when she was a teenager and that was to get herself a husband, so she wouldn’t have to be like her older sister and work.
“Thank you,” I repeated as I kissed her on the cheek and left her side. A silent tear ran down her cheek, because she knew that sooner or later I wouldn’t be going to Manchester just for a visit, but for good.
She was the only one who knew the truth about my pregnancy. She’d even gone with me to the clinic to help me go through my options. I was pregnant. It had been one night that had ended up being several nights of carelessness after he’d told me that he was about to leave. I couldn't let the man leave without him knowing how much he meant to me.
I’d turned into this desperate damsel in distress. Everything that I had hated about my Mum and Dad felt like it was reflected every time I sent him a message begging him to come over. The sad part was, when I’d found out about Mum, I hadn’t felt remorseful or sad about the fact that my own Mum had been thrown out of her house. In fact, it had made it a lot easier for me. No longer did I have to worry about sneaking around two parents, because now there was only one, one that was never home.
The joke was the fact that Dad had thrown her out for
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