Page 90 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

“Not like you are when Bobby’s around.”

“It’s . . . complicated.” Even I am unimpressed with my reply.

“No, it’s really not,” Blake says, his grin turning annoyingly smug. “Who wants to spend the rest of their life wondering what if? Is that what you would have wanted for me?”

Dammit! I really hate it when other people have a point.

I grimace and watch my ex and my son through narrowed eyes. “I’m guessing you have a plan in mind?”

When their mouths spread in identical grins, I swallow hard and prepare my parachute. Looks like I’m about to jump.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Bobby

I stare at the black box and the oversized diamond sparkling back at me, wondering if I’m making another huge mistake. Coco didn’t seem to think so as she helped me pick this ring out. The boys didn’t seem to think so when they each came up with a line I should use when I actually get down on one knee. The whole speech was a little cheesy, so I scrapped it, but I appreciate their effort. The point is, if and when I get a chance to talk to Molly again, I won’t fuck it up this time. She’ll know exactly how serious I am about her.

For the first time ever, I get that this isn’t about me and my behavior ruining my own life. My behavior now affects Molly and Matthew. I have to get it exactly right. Practice starts in twenty minutes and if I don’t get my ass in there, I’m going to be late. I click the box shut and nestle it in my gym bag, wondering when I’ll get to actually pop the question. I don’t care how long it takes, my heart belongs to Molly.

My phone dings and I pull it out, nearly bobbling it when I see it’s a new message from Molly on the Catnip app. I forgot Ihad the app still downloaded on my phone. Practice can fucking wait.

@Singlemomcatlady: Hey, PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer. Still looking for a girlfriend?

I punch my fist in the air and let out a yelp that has Wolverine asking me if I need emergency roadside assistance. My thumbs are trembling as I quickly text back.

@PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer: Yes, but only if she’ll let me call her fluffernutter.

@Singlemomcatlady: No self-respecting woman would go by that name.

@PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer: Sparkle then?

@Singlemomcatlady: That’s much better. Doesn’t even sound like a stripper name. Much.

@Singlemomcatlady: Any chance we can chat today?

@PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer: Absolutely. When works for you? Now?

@Singlemomcatlady: Don’t you have practice?”

@PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer: I can cancel. Tell Coach I’m coming down with something.

@Singlemomcatlady: No, don’t do that. How about I meet you after practice at the rink?

@PitterPatterLetsGetAtHer: Sounds good. I can’t wait to see you.

I hold my breath, hoping against hope she responds to that.

@Singlemomcatlady: Me too, Bobby. I’ve missed you.

I let out the loudest holler, Wolverine once again insisting we call for assistance. I shout back that I don’t need any damn assistance. I’m getting my girl back. Fuckingtoday. I slide out of the vehicle and hurriedly type out a text to Coco, informing her of the progress.

Me: She’s meeting me after practice! Should I do it today?

Coco: Most definitely.

Me: It’s not too soon?

Coco: If you love her and want to be with her forever then it’s just the right time.

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