The Winter Wedding by Rhonda McKnight

Author:Rhonda McKnight
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Elevated Press
Published: 2019-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Isaiah helped take my mind off my problems. He was an easy kid to like. He was grateful for everything and mannerable like no child I’d ever met. I took him to a seafood restaurant on Thursday night and let him pick out his lobster. Just seeing the excitement on his face was enough to wash away some of the pain I felt about his earlier years.

Tamar’s aunt had done a great job raising him, but it was time for him to come to New Jersey to live with me. They’d had him since birth. I wanted the next seven years of his childhood. Besides, he needed his father now more than ever. The teenage years were intense. There was also the issue of security and the quality of the high school. Aunt Joe was sick, so I was waiting to have this conversation, but I had rights and I was going to exercise them, one way or another.

We spent the day shopping. I’d already brought an entire suitcase full of NFL and other athletic gear for him in an extra suitcase, but now it was time to get my son the right sneakers, jeans, and everything else a pre-teen needed.

We grabbed dinner and rushed back to my hotel to get changed for his baseball game. Just as we were leaving, Isaiah asked, “Have you seen my glove?”

We looked around for it.

“I left it at home,” he cried.

“I’m sure your coach has an extra, or you can borrow someone’s.”

“No, it’s a special glove. It’s my lucky glove that I got at ESPN at Disney. I always play with it. Hank Aaron autographed it.”

“What do you want me to do? Your Mom and Tamar aren’t back yet.”

“I have my house key.”

I nodded. “Okay, cool. We’ll go get it.”

We got in the car and once I turned it on, Isaiah asked, “Is the time right on there?”

I looked at the dash for the rental and checked it against my cell. I knew it was right, but I wanted to reassure him.

“Yes.”

“I have to line up twenty minutes before the game, or I can’t play.”

I nodded again. “So, if we get the glove, you’ll be late, but if we don’t get the glove, you’ll be feeling some kind of way about not having your glove. You call it. What am I doing?”

“I have an idea. You can drop me off at the game and then you can go get the glove.”

I sighed. “I don’t know if I should be in your mom’s house like that.”

“Please, Dad. I need my glove. She won’t mind.”

The way my heart ached when he whined the word “Dad” made me realize there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my son. That was a new feeling.

I pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the recreation center where the games were played. I handed Isaiah over to the coach and explained that I was going to get the glove. The coach said it was okay for him to be left.

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