ASSIST (ST. LOUIS SIRES #3) BY ALEXANDRIA HOUSE – eBook Details Online
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From the beginning…
(Weeks after Ford’s injury)
Reclining on my sofa with my eyes to the ceiling, I flinched when the
ringing of my phone cut through the silence. Sitting upright, I glanced at my
cell’s animated screen and sighed. It wasn’t that I had a problem with this
particular caller; it was that I didn’t want to talk to anyone at that moment.
Nevertheless, respect for this person made me answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, son number two!” Miss Iesha sang into my ear.
I had to smile since she called my teammate, Ford, “second son” and
me, “son number two.” Wasn’t that technically the same thing?
Too cute.
“Hey, Mama Iesha. How you doing?” I asked Jones, the Sires left
wing’s, sweet mom.
“Now, if you really wanted to know how I am, you would’ve shown up
for me and Coach’s engagement party yesterday. Big South made an
appearance, you know?”
Damn, I missed Big South? I thought, but said, “Yeah…I’m sorry about
that. I…uh…I’m dealing with some stuff right now, Miss Iesha. That’s why
I couldn’t make it.”
“I know, baby, and I’m not mad at you. I just want you to know that I
love you. We all do. I won’t pretend to know what it feels like to be you,
but I just want to remind you that family doesn’t have to be blood. Family is
what you make it.”
I smiled and shook my head. I knew she meant well, but stuff like this
was easy for someone to say when they knew who their blood relatives
were. I had no idea.
Still, I replied, “Yes, ma’am. I love you, too.”
“I know you do. Well, let me get off here. I think I hear my Jules calling
me. I hope to see you soon.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After the call ended, I clutched the phone in my hand, my eyes fixed on
the dormant TV mounted on the wall across the living room from me. My
mind was full, and my heart was heavy. I was so damn tired, tired of
wanting something it didn’t seem I’d ever have—my own family.
Here are the things I know about myself, the supposed facts:
1. I was likely born in February, almost thirty-one years ago.
2. I have type O-positive blood.
3. It is believed that I was born somewhere in Louisiana.
4. My birth parents are unknown.
5. I was in the system for two-and-a-half years before I was adopted.
6. I do not know when I learned to walk or the timing of any other
milestones during that period.
7. I don’t know what my first word was.
8. I only had a first name, Edmund, until I was adopted.
9. I do not know who gave me that name.
10. I have never known what it feels like to walk into a room where
even one person is related to me.
Some of these things, these facts, have bothered me for a while, but not
in a major way. Until recently, they lived in the back of my mind like a
repressed memory or a dull ache that doesn’t cripple you but annoys you,
nonetheless.
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