Page 39 of Scoring Chance
“Your plan to give her the prenup before she knows about the pictures is a stupid one,” Samuel cut to the chase, “tell her about the pictures and then present the prenup to her.”
“What if she doesn’t want to sign it after she sees the pictures?” Dean worried. If Sydney never forgave him, he completely deserved it. “What then?”
“You know the answer to that question, Dean.” Samuel replied. “You don’t need me to tell you.”
~~~~~
“Well,” Sydney wiped her damp forehead, “what do you think?”
Quinn was in awe by Sydney’s amazing mural. It covered the entire wall and started from when he was a child, standing with his parents to solo picture of him holding a baseball bat at the plate, to the world-famous picture of him winning his first World Series. Rich colors of orange, black, white, green, and deep blue covered the surface.
Another corner had a painting of Jeffrey, while the crowd behind Quinn pitching was Lego figures cheering him on.
“This is fantastic, Sydney!” Quinn took out his phone and snapped a couple of pics. “Do I mind if I post them online?”
“No, go ahead. I still have some work to do on it but it should be fine.” She smiled. “I’m just so glad you like it.”
“I more than like it. I truly love this!” Quinn beamed. “This is so incredible.”
“Yay!” Sydney cheered. “I love that you love it!”
“Man,” Quinn stepped closer to the mural and was amazed by the intricate detail, “I think I might have underpaid you.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Sydney took a sip of water. “I’m just so glad you liked it. I tried to represent everything about your life and hopefully it’ll reflect in the future as well. I left out Bobbi because I wanted to see where things go with you two before I included her.”
Quinn lightly chuckled. “You spoke to her, huh?”
“I told her to go with her gut and not to worry about the outside noise.” Sydney assured. “It’s advice I’ve also given myself.”
“I keep forgetting how hard it might be to be on the other end. It’s one thing if you’re the athlete but it’s a completely different ball game if you’re the athlete’s significant other.” He replied.
“It’s not an easy job but somebody’s gotta do it,” Sydney received a text on her phone and checked it. It was Dean.I need you home so we can talk about something serious.She slightly frowned at the text. It was unlike Dean to send her something cryptic and serious so she knew there was trouble. “I need to go now but I’ll be back later to finish it.”
“Thanks so much, Sydney!” Quinn gave her a light hug. “I’ll see you soon!”
~~~~~
Is he about to break up with me? Is he going to leave me? Does he want me to quit art? What is going on?
No less than a dozen things ran through Sydney’s mind as she hurried home to see what was bothering her boyfriend. The last two months have been great and relatively worry-free. They’ve made love like it was their part-time hobby and all of the wrinkles in their relationship seemed to have ironed out.
Now something was amiss.
She parked Dean’s SUV in the driveway and barely turned off the car before she rushed inside. “Dean?” She called out. “Dean, baby?”
“I’m here,” His deep voice boomed from the hallway with one hand behind his back. “Close your eyes.”
“What?” She questioned. “I get a weird text from you so I dropped everything I was doing at Quinn’s and…” She noticed Dean’s stance. “…what’s behind your back?”
“Just close your eyes.” He repeated.
“Uh, fine.” Sydney rolled her eyes before she closed them. She felt Dean lead her to the living room where she sat down on the plush brown sofas. “Now can you tell me what’s all this about?”
“Open your eyes.”
Sydney opened her eyes and was astonished by the dozens for roses surrounding her. “Oh my gosh!”
“And one more thing,” Dean revealed his hand carried a tiny Chihuahua. He handed the dog over to Sydney. “It’s for you.”
