Something So Right (Something So 1)

Really, really relaxed if I say so myself. Cooper has been getting very well acquainted with it. I’m hoping that his cock wants to come over for a play date, but sadly nothing yet.

So massive foreplay, no home run yet?

Who are you? Did you just shoot out a baseball term?

I’m sorry. Did that stump your vocabulary? How is this then, did he score in your net?

Ugh, I don’t know what is worse, baseball or hockey terms from you.

HAHAHA okay, bring dessert if you must. It’s going to be only us, so not too much. I’m dieting to lose the last five pounds of the twins.

Shut up, you look amazing. I’ll try to get the most disgusting dessert I can, and I’ll ask if they can make it stale. That should help.

You read my mind! See you tomorrow.

One text conversation over, my next one is to Matthew. When Cooper asked for someone to share, he is the only one good enough to go toe to toe with him.

Hey, baby, you in the mood to share the ice Saturday morning?

UMM, ARE YOU ASKING ME TO SHARE THE ICE WITH COOPER STONE?

You are so smart sometimes. The answer is yes. Are you up to it? It’s at 3 a.m., so you should ask your dad to drop you off Friday night so we can hit the rink together.

Actually, I’m spending the night at Dan’s. Can you swing by on the way to the rink?

Sure. Be ready at 2:45. Don’t stay up too late.

I won’t, Mom. Love you.

Love you, too, buddy, kiss my girl for me.

Two days later, I finally get to the rink before Cooper.

I do this just so I won’t have to do the introductions before the ice. I’m so nervous I might throw up.

Last night after we left Meghan’s we made our way back to his house, where we got tangled in the sheets. I fell asleep next to him, dragging my ass out of bed at two-fifteen.

This is going to be a rough day, especially with Allison coming back home tonight.

“Hey, baby, this must be a cold day in hell if you are here before me.”

“HA HA HA, I had to pick up Matthew for you to practice with. He is in there getting ready. Or he might be on the ice already. I’ll meet you there.”

As I get on the ice, I notice they are both on the ice, each skating at the opposite end.

“Okay, boys, we are going to do four drills.” I take my marker, drawing the drills on the glass so they know where to go and what to do.

When I’ve explained all the drills, I blow my whistle and watch them take off.

Matthew is a little nervous at first, skating with Cooper is a thrill for him, but after the first round of drills, he is on his game.

Not because he’s my kid, but he’s good, he’s always been on the ice. I think he was on skates before he could walk.

Cooper skates up to me. “Who is this kid? He is really, really good. Reminds me of me at his age.”

“His name is Matthew. He’s been skating since he was a tiny little thing.” I look over at Matthew, smiling. He skates over, looking at Cooper.

“Was that okay? I started off shaky, but I’m ready for the next drill.” He looks up at Cooper, waiting for him to throw him off the ice.

“You’re good, kid. You skate fast, you handle the stick well, you can shoot, and you have a good head for the plays.”

He smiles a huge ass smile. It’s like he just won himself the Stanley Cup.

“Thanks. It means a lot coming from the best person on the ice. I had a good teacher.” He looks over at me. “My mom can kick my ass on this ice.”

And there it is. The cat is officially out of the bag. I turn to look at Cooper, but it’s too late. He’s skating away.

“Let’s do the next drill, Matthew,” he shouts from the other side of the rink.

I try to get him to notice me, but he avoids me at all costs.

He does his drills with Matthew, singing praise, going over different things to try to make it better.

The buzzer rings, letting us know that time is up. Matthew goes to skate off.

“Mom, you’re going home now or do I stay dressed for the next class?”

“Up to you, babe. Tom is doing his class at seven if you want to jump into that one.”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll meet you up for a protein shake.” He walks off into the changing room, leaving me with Cooper.

I feel his anger rolling off of him. My heart is beating so fast because I don’t know what this means, but I’m not ready for this thing to be over.