Second Chances // Joe Burrow

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The tiktok got approval almost right away, the PR team loved it and told me to keep up the good work. I walked into my office with my ego inflated just a little bigger than it was when I first got here this morning.

My good mood was short lived however, when I received a text message from my ex's mother.

You're pregnant?

Yes ma'am

We're you ever planning on telling me?

'No, Kathy. I was going to keep your grandchildren from you.' Is what I wanted to say to here, instead I replied:

Well considering that your son wants nothing to do with me and my children, yes I'm having twins, I assumed that went for his whole lineage.

My son wants nothing but to do good by his kids. You're the one who is keeping them from him and us.

Is this lady seriously saying that I'm the one keeping their dad out of the picture?

Yes Kathy, I am willingly becoming a single month just to spite your son and you.

Seriously? I though the day I told Trevor I was pregnant was going to be the happiest day of my life and then he dumped me and told me that he wanted nothing to do with us. He even tried to offer me money to 'take care of it.' He's the one who packed up and left us here while he's off gallivanting in Australia.

I am in no way wanting to keep your grandchildren from you and Ted, as you all are their only living grandparents. But if you can't accept that I am doing what is best for me and my children by keeping them away from someone who would rather see my children not make it in the world than to take responsibility for himself, than that's exactly what I will do.

There was a knock on my door not even seconds after I slammed my phone down on my desk. I wiped my face and before telling whoever to enter.

"Hey, I come barring chicken." Joe says, smiling from ear to ear. His face drops when he notice me and switched to won if concern.

"What's wrong?" He sits on the futon in the corner, one I'm going to replace, and lays the lunch trays beside himself.

"Nothing, just frustrated at my ex." I said, wiping my face harder, like that would erase all evidence.

My phone buzzes again and I choose to ignore it.

"Want me to beat him up?"

"Nah, I'm trying to get paid to go to the Super Bowl, I can't do that if our star quarterback is in prison."

He chuckles. "Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know."

"You can start by handing me that chicken, I'm starving."

My phone continues to buzz, like non-stop, and I groan. I give in and answer the phone.

"What?"
"That is not anyway to talk to your mother-in-law."
"Good thing your aren't mine then."
"You can't do this to me, to Trevor. We deserve to see the babies."
"Kathy, I'm not going anything to him. I have the text messages and a signed document where he revoked all of his rights. You're clearing talking to the wrong party here if your panties are so in a twist about not getting to see them. Talk to your son. If you call me again, I will have my lawyer write up a restraining order against you. I don't want it to help to come to that but you're clearly not going to think logically about this. Have a nice day."

I hung my phone up and laid it on the desk, taking a deep breath. "Sorry about that."

"No that's okay, I love a dinner and a show."

"I just wish I could go a week with out drama. I've had enough of it for a lifetime this last month."

"I feel you there." He said, raising his eyebrows before taking a bite of his rice. "So your ex, how long have you been broken up?"

"Five weeks." I mumbled into my chicken, it's blandness actually settling my stomach. "What about you Joey B, you got a special someone?"

"Uh no." He chuckled shyly. "Not for about a year now, since my injury."

I narrowed my eyebrows at him. "She didn't break up with me because of the injury. It was a long time coming, but that was the straw the broke the camels back I guess. We're civil now."

"You'll have to share your secret to being civil with your ex." I mumble. I would much prefer my kids to know their father but at this rate, I don't think that's going to happen.

"Some genius once said time heals all wounds, I think that was our secret." He shrugs, "or maybe we just were always meant to be just friends."

"Or maybe he'll piss of a kangaroo and I won't have to worry about being civil." I laugh.

"Yeah, there's that too!" He laughs right along with me, spitting rice all over his lap, making us both laugh harder.

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