Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER TWO

Temper Tantrums At Basketball Hoops

"Hi honey," said my mom over the phone. I already knew what she was calling me for, she didn't have to ask.

"Ma, it's cool, I'm already on my way," I replied before she could continue. "I already told you, I can always pick up the babies now."

               Picking the twins up from school every day became a job I took up for myself. I didn't mind because it gave my mom plenty of time to focus on herself.

              I also kind of avoided her whenever I could, because I didn't want to see that look she always aimed at me without even knowing.

"Yeah, but you're a baby yourself. You don't have to," she replied. "Go hang out with your friends or something."

"My friends are in school, studying," I replied.

"My bad, sorry honey," she replied.

"Alright Ma," I laughed. "I'll see you later."

"I might be home earlier than you think today," she said. "And I'll be making dinner."

"Really?!" I asked, already excited.

Ma's dinner was magical, but a rarity nonetheless. Because she worked so much to support us that so many times, she only came home, kissed us goodnight and blacked out in her room. Many times I found the twins pulling her shoes off and fixing the covers around her. Then climbing onto her bed and falling asleep on either side of her.

"Yeah!" She replied. "Okay, I've got to go. See you later."

After my mom hung up, I pushed my phone into my pocket and grabbed the car keys. I stopped, then looked back and went to smooth out the wrinkles on my bed.

"Damn it!" I said out loud then ruffled the bed again.

According to Ma, I was kind of a clean freak. So this was me trying to prove her wrong.

                 Granted, my room was a regular boy's room without a lot of the mess. A few books, posters and my game console. Fine, it was really clean and maybe way too neat, but she made it sound like I was a freak who couldn't live with a little mess, and I just had to prove her wrong about that.

What if my wife turned out to be messy? Divorce? No fucking way. If I finally ever liked a girl enough to marry her, there was no way we were divorcing.

I wanted what Ma and dad had, there was nothing stronger than that shit. They were true to their vows, and only till death did they part.

It's been seven years since my dad was gone, and I miss him every single day. Rylan and Rylee were too young to remember, but I can't even begin to imagine what Ma feels.