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“Dude, I’ve seen the way you look at Sophia. You’re in love with her and you’re too chicken shit to say it. To her and possibly even to yourself.”
I let out a sigh because he’s right. Of course, my older brother is right, and I fucking hate him for it.
But just because he’s right, doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave here and go straight to whatever coffee place Sophia is at right now. One, I don’t know where exactly that is, and two, I don’t want to be an asshole best friend.
“How I feel about her doesn’t matter,” I say, because it’s the truth. “If she wants to date, she can date. If she wants to go to coffee with some douche she met at the hospital a few days ago, then she could go get coffee with some douche. I have no say with what she does or who she sees and I’m okay with that as long as she is happy.”
Hunter looks at me with a stoic face and his arms crossed along his chest. I know he wants to say something, but he stops himself when Selena looks up at him.
Whatever expression the girl is giving him, is enough for him to drop it.
“Fine. As long you’re happy with that choice,” he throws outs, before walking over to the fridge behind me and taking out some water bottles. My season may be over, but his is about to start, and he can’t be drinking all the beer in the world.
As for his statement…
I’m not happy with Sophia dating, a part me never has been. Even when both of us where in relationships. But I stand by what I said. As long as she is happy, then I’m okay with it.
And if she ends up marrying this douchebag, I will be okay with it too.
Maybe. Who the fuck knows. This is their first date, there’s a high chance that it will never lead to that.
Instead of responding to my brother, I wrap an arm around Selena and look down at the pot of food in front of her.
“Please tell me that you are a making a Mexican dish of some kind.” It looks like soup. Even though it’s the middle of June and a million degrees outside, I’ll still eat it.
“Albondigas,” she says, looking up and giving me a smile.
“Fuck yes. I’ve been dying for some home cooked Mexican food,” I say, trying to forget about where my best friend is.
“Um, you live with a roommate that is half Mexican. She can cook for you whenever you want.” Selena walks out from under my arm and gives me a weird look as she grabs the pot and takes it over to the stove.
“Look, I love that girl, I do, but she can’t cook for shit. The fire department has been over more times that I can count because she’s burnt something.”
My mind goes to just last month. I had gotten home from an away game and there was smoke all over the place because she left some sweet potato fries in the oven for way too long. The whole place stunk for a week. I’m surprised that we haven’t been kicked out of the building yet with all the fire scares that we’ve had.
Selena just lets out a laugh and goes back to cooking while me and Hunter take a step back and not be in her way.
Eventually everything is in the pot and needs to cook for a few minutes before we are able to eat, so the three of us make our way over to the living room and put on a movie.
Halfway through the movie, Selena turns to me excitedly.
“I forgot to tell you,” she says, shifting her body so that she is sitting on her knees and a huge smile in her face.
“You’re pregnant?” I ask, taking a sip from my water.
The comment earns me a slap against my arm.
“No, but I did tell your brother that we should start thinking about dates for the wedding,” she says, her smile growing even more if that’s even possible.
“Wait, really?” I ask, looking from Selena over to my brother, who gives me a nod. “That’s fucking awesome!” I say, wrapping Lennie into a hug.
Hunter and Selena got engaged last year after Hunt won a Super bowl ring. The dude didn’t even wait to get off the field to do it either. In the middle of all the celebration, and the confetti falling onto the field, he got on one knee and proposed to Selena. Of course, she said yes, and they have been living in engaged bliss ever since.
When it came down to actually getting married, they said that they were going to wait until Selena finished her master’s degree. Last I heard, she was finishing up in December, so that’s probably why she decided it was time for them to start planning. Without a doubt it will be the sports wedding of the year.
“When are you thinking?” I ask once I detangle myself from my brother’s fiancé.
“Probably next off season. Gives you and me a chance to actually attend and not worry about any games or practices.”
