Page 107 of Bleacher Report
Peyton
I blow out a breath and press send on an email to Vivi Newport about being on my show.
It might not be the clickbait content that Rebecca wants but I still think it would be an interesting take. However, Vivi may not be interested in telling stories about old clients if it could hurt her reputation. I still think that listeners would appreciate seeing these players' lives from another angle.
And with the pictures circling of Hunter and me walking out together, some photographer getting a photo of an intimate moment between us as we walked through the exit for the stadium after his injury, a headline of the doting girlfriend… The views on our older interview have pushed the already viral status. People are now even more curious about us.
A text chimes in:
Rebecca:Congratulations! That picture of you taking care of Hunter as a true WAG was the push you needed.
Congratulations?
I click back to my video dashboard, hitting refresh a half dozen times, though one would have sufficed. I have to blink a couple of times when I see the number. One hundred and one thousand.
I scream, and just about leap out of my chair. My first reaction is to call Hunter, which shouldn’t surprise me anymore. But I know he is at the stadium probably working out with a couple of teammates, so I don’t want to bug him. My mom should be at physical therapy with Jesse, so she won’t answer anyway. I look at the time, and though Abby is at work, her lunch break is around now.
My subscribers are only half of the requirement, but I have to share this with someone. And I have to share it now.
I grab my phone and scroll to the recent call log. My phone rings. The second she picks up, I practically scream in her ear.
"Abby? You're not going to believe this."
“What? What’s going on?”
“I hit one hundred thousand subscribers!” I tell her, tears rushing to my eyes. I still can’t believe that I’m saying the words out loud.
“I knew you were going to do it. I’m so freaking proud of you.”
“Thank you. I was going to call mom, but I know she’s in physical therapy at the clinic with Jesse and—”
“The clinic? No, they stopped those a couple of weeks ago.”
“What? Why? He’s been doing so good.”
“It’s been a little overkill for him now that Hunter’s been picking him up after school twice a week and taking him to see the Hawkeyes' physical therapist.”
Shock fills me. This is the first time I’m hearing of this.
“What? Hunter’s been taking Jesse to physical therapy with him?” I ask.
“I thought you knew… He is your boyfriend with whom you live with, I’m shocked you don’t know.”
“Well then where are they now? I assumed they were at the clinic.”
“Hunter asked your mom to bring Jesse down to the stadium today after school. He said he has an early Christmas present for Jesse, and he wants him to try it out. They should be there.”
Then I hear someone paging Nurse Collins to the ER.
“Hey, I have to go. Love you. I'm so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. I’m on Christmas and Christmas Eve for the ER, double time, but after, celebratory yoga class,” she teases.
“I can’t wait,” I say sarcastically.
My mom doesn’t answer, her phone is off, but Abby told me where they are.
I head for the stadium, my mind is racing. What early gift did he get Jesse, and why didn’t Hunter tell me that he’s been taking Jesse to PT with him?
When I arrive at the stadium, I spot Jesse first, his face practically glowing with excitement as he wheels himself around in a brand-new, custom-made wheelchair. Hunter is walking beside him, a proud smile on his face.
