Thats My Wife! Thats My Baby Sister!

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Rikki

It is four o'clock in the morning here in Los Angeles. Ashley and Bee are playing in the championship game. If they win this, they win gold. If they lose, they take silver. Either way they're going to do really really good and we're all proud of them.

We all sit around the living room of mine and Bianca's house. The tv is running the introduction of the game and talking about the teams. Every game we've watch this far has talked about Bianca's last name and how she's married to me. I didn't know these existed but there's pictures of us in tabloids of us holding hands or kissing in public. It kinda makes me happy that the world knows I'm in love with her.

The screen flips over to the team who is warming up and stretching. Bianca is braiding Ashley's hair. Bee always says its best to braid the hair back so girls can't throw you by her hair. They have stripes painted on their cheek bones, one blue stripe and one red stripe. The camera is close enough that we can pick up some of their conversation.

"Ow Bianca! Rip out my hair why don't you!" Ashley complains.

"Buck the hell up, Ashley. How are you a rugby player?" Bee wonders.

"I complain a lot but you can't tell because of the mouth guard." Ashley says and my wife laughs. "Are you done yet?"

"Yeah. Hand me that hair elastic." Bee says and Ashley hands it to her. "There you go, southerner."

"Thank you, Yankee." She laughs. "Speaking of which, where's your Yanks hat? You always where it before games."

"Coach got mad at me. He's a fascist." Bianca says and Ash laughs.

"He's not a fascist, Bee. He just likes the Red Sox." She says and my wife makes a face.

"That's even worse." Bee says and we laugh.

They play most of the game through while running up the score board. Bee scores a couple of tries and they should win the game. Bianca and Ashley has both had words with girls from the Argentina team so they might be on the brink of a fight.

I dropped my eyes from the tv for half a second.

"Holy shit, Bee!" Bobby laughs.

"Go Bee!" Bret laughs.

"Oh shit, Ashley to!" James laughs.

I look up to see Bianca sitting on this girl's chest and is punching her in the face. Her nose is bleeding and looks pissed. This is my wife, ladies and gentlemen. Ashley had pulled the broad away that was trying to pull Bianca away from the girl my wife is sitting on.

"They're going to get sent out of the game." CC sighs and Jamie shakes her head.

"Sin bin." She corrects and Jilly nods.

They had to call on more officials to pull Bianca and Ashley away from the girls. Both Bee and Ash are bleeding when they look at each other they laugh.

"Only our girls can laugh while bleeding." Bret laughs and I smile.

They get marched to the sin bin and have to stay there for the rest of the first half.

It's nearly the end of the game. Like there's about five minutes left in the game. It's our girls scrum and if I had to guess Bianca is gonna get the ball and take off like a bat out of hell.

Within a minute Bianca has the ball and is running into the try zone. Bee runs really fast and she close to the try line. The Argentinian fullback chases her closely and is able to get a hold of Bee. She hooks Bee by her knees and Bianca collapses into the try zone. Bee lands on her knees and the fullback landed on Bianca's right leg.

The next thing that happens scares the hell out of me....Bianca screams. Something is really wrong.

Ashley is the first one over to Bee. She is sitting up with her knees bent. She's staring blankly at her right leg. Her bone as poked out of her leg, like not breaking skin but you can tell something isn't right.

"Oh my god." Jamie cries.

"Bee!" Jilly bawls.

Pregnant broad hormones mixed with their friend being very broken. Bret and Bobby just look at the screen. James is trying to console Jamie.

"Bee." I mutter and stare at the screen.

This can't be happening. That's my wife and she's on the other side of the planet! She hurt and broken and needs me. I can't get to her! This sport is her life and--

"That's my wife." I mumble as the carry her off the field.

"That's my baby sister!" CC says loudly.

I kinda think this is where CC and Bee make up.

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