Page 102 of Moms of Mayhem
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “To the moon.”
She was snoring within minutes.
I went back to the kitchen and cracked open a cold Gatorade right as the back door swung open.
Ty and Rowdy stepped in like they belonged here, a greasy brown paper bag in one hand.
He lifted it like a trophy. “I bring tacos.”
“You’re a good man.” I grabbed two plates and handed him a bottle of Gatorade while he dropped the tacos on the already-chaotic kitchen island.
“How did she do at Pilates?” he asked.
“Great, actually. Emmy is awesome with her.” I tippedmy head toward her room. “It wore her out though. She didn’t even heckle me about my driving today.”
“Miracles do happen.”
He jerked his chin toward the explosion of practice plans and player notes spread across the counter. “So? How are we feeling about this weekend?”
I took a bite of my taco, then gestured at the board. “Pickles is a wall now that he can actuallysee. Great goalie. Turns out, proper prescription lenses do wonders.”
“Wild concept,” Ty said, already unwrapping his second taco. “Kid played for years like Mr. Magoo.”
“Smash is still trying to figure out how to stop without hitting someone or something, but he managed a whole drill yesterday without bouncing off the boards.”
“Look at Delgado. Proud of him,” Ty said, deadpan. “Did he celebrate with a body check?”
“Into the bench. Progress, not perfection.”
We both laughed.
“Molly?” he asked.
“No notes. She’s a menace. Quick, smart, aggressive—honestly, she might be coachingusby the end of the season.”
“Wouldn’t even be mad.”
I tossed my taco wrappers in the trash and leaned against the counter. “And Jace… he’s leveling up every week. He found the juice. His speed’s unreal lately, and he’s getting better about reading the ice. Did you see that cutback pass yesterday?”
Ty nodded, chewing slowly. “He looks happy out there.”
“Yeah.” I smiled before I could stop myself. “He is.”
There was a pause—just long enough for me to feel it coming.
“And Emmy?” he asked, not quite casually.
I cleared my throat, glad I’d finished my lunch already. “We’re good.”
He gave me a look. “That vague answer brought to you by someone who’s fully whipped.”
I huffed a laugh. “Yeah. I am. I’m in deep.”
Ty didn’t say anything right away, just gave a small, resigned nod. “Well. As long as you keep showing up for her and Jace like you have been, we’re good.”
“They’re happy,” I said. “And so am I.”
“Then that’s what matters.”
