The Troublemaking Intruder

B VS The Cowboy

Jason's pov

I was waiting on the porch for B and Justin. They wanted to know how the fight went. I tossed them a couple cold ones and told them about me kicking his butt. "He didn't get a single swing in. Yes boys, I still got it." I say, proudly. B smiles. "Well do ya think you could take me on?" I raise an eyebrow. "Not that I ever would." I say. "But do you think you could?" He asks again. I don't know. B's pretty tough. "Yeah if I had to I bet I could." I say, smiling confidently. "Oh is that a challenge?" He asks laughing. "I believe so." I reply crossing my arms. "Sparring match huh?" He asks. I nod. "Rules?" I ask. "No hitting below the belt. No trying to trick your opponent and ya can call one time out." Brantley says. I smirk. "Sounds fair." I say. "And the fight doesn't end til one of us is unconscious." My eyes go wide. "Ok that's taking it too far." He laughs. "I was joking, bro. Put 'em up." Justin laughs and steps back as he takes a swing. I dodge his fist and am at the perfect angle to gut punch him. So I do and he doubles over I shove him back and he stumbles, falling on his back. He stares at me shocked. "Whoa. You have gotten good!" He gasps. I smile. "Bring it on." I say, ready. He smirks and stands up and runs at me. We crash into each other and I dig my heels in the ground to keep steady. "What the heck is going on out here?!" Hearing my wife yell that totally throws me off my A game and I stumble in the dirt. B pins my hands to the ground. "Give up cowboy before I make ya eat dirt." "I'll never surrender jackass now get offa me!" I shout, trying to pull my arms free but it's no use. He's got me pinned and I just can't break free. "Well?!" "Just roughhousing baby." I say, trying to catch my breath. "Give up!" He shouts in my face, trying to act big and bad. I shake my head. "Never." I knee him in the back sending him falling face first in the dirt. I smirk and hold his head in the dirt. "Now who's eating dirt, motherfucker." He grumbles something I don't understand. "Huh? What was that? Ya give?" I ask teasingly. "Not on your life dumbass." He growls, punching me in the stomach. "Oh jeez!" I gasp caught off guard. "Stop it you two!" Miranda shouts as B bends my arm backwards. "We're just goofin' hun." I say, sitting down out of breath. B tackles me from behind. "Hey cool it man, time out." I say. He laughs. "I gotta admit, man you've gotten good." He says, also breathing heavily. "I guess we're gonna call it a tie?" He asks. I nod and lay back, tired. Miranda sits crosslegged beside me. "Keely and Kendyl have ballet in a few hours." I look at her surprised. "Ballet? My daughters are tomboys not girly tutu wearin' girly girls!" "It's good for them!" "Did you sign them up for that or did they want to?" "I signed them up for it. Trust me they'll love it! I know I did!" I sit up. "You did ballet?" She nods. "How do you think I got so good in bed?" My eyes go wide as B and Justin laugh their asses off. "Jeez babe! Not in front of the guys!" I gape embarrassed. I dust myself off and go inside. Just looking at the girls' faces they don't want to do this. "You don't gotta do this. Take those off." I say annoyed. "Oh thank you dad!" Keely cries, relieved. I nod. They go back upstairs to change. Miranda walks inside. "The boys left I reckon?" She nods. "The girls aren't doing ballet. They don't want to and I don't want to force them to do something they don't want to do." She sighs. "They'll like it if they give it a chance." I doubt it. They hate frilly dresses and following instructions. I walk upstairs. Keely was now in jeans and a lynyrd skynyrd T-shirt. Kendyl was in jeans and an Elvis Presley shirt. That's my girls! I smile and watch them play Pokemon together. My beautiful baby girls. I'm so glad they're here. I thank the Lord everyday.