Your Time

Chapter 4

"Next time, you are going to Oregon," she whispered to him.

"You wanna kick me out?" He teased.

"Maybe," Carrie winked back. "No I just don't want these people rearranging my house."

Harrison couldn't blame her. The Nike employees were currently moving the couch across the living room to make space for a mini set. A few more hauled camera gear through the front door.

"Definitely going to Oregon next time," Carrie muttered under her breath.

Thankfully, Adam and Emma were at school and Billie was next door. So they weren't running around, giving the Nike people trouble. "When do they leave?" She asked.

"Later this afternoon," he answered, swiftly kissing her. "And I'll help you put the house back together."

A few more employees came through the front door with camera equipment, then came all the clothing. There were boxes of it. As Harrison and Carrie stood in the kitchen, the employees stacked boxes all around the kitchen.

Carrie swore under her breath. He leaned against her, kissing her cheek as the last of the supplies made their way through the door.

It was another half hour before everything was properly set up and ready to go. "We're ready for you Harrison," somebody said from the living room.

He stepped around the counter and walked over to the living room where one of the employees whose name was Jeff, handed him a white Nike shirt to change into, and instructed him to put on his football pants.

As Harrison was changing, Jeff and his assistants moved a light across the mini set. Carrie cringed when the light tipped and was nearly saved by one of his assistants. As they stood the light back up, she let out a sigh of relief.

He came back out, wearing the very tight white shirt. Every time he moved, his muscles rippled under the thin fabric. Harrison wore his light blue Cowboys pants with dark blue socks. He followed Jeff's instructions, standing in front of the black background.

He was handed an official NFL football, the only thing on or near him that wasn't Nike. The assistants dimmed the lights, turning only one on that was mounted on a pole above him. Jeff than instructed him to hold the ball out in one of his gloved hands. They moved his arm to the perfect angle so the Nike logo on his shirt and pants could be seen in the picture.

After that, they made him take off the white shirt and wet his hair. "Come here hotshot," she said, rinsing her hands under the sink and running her wet fingers through his hair.

Harrison enjoyed the brief massage, leaning against her, his eyelids feeling heavy as her strong fingers massaged his head. "You're not done yet," she teased, placing her hands on his shoulders and spinning him around.

Rather unhappily, he slowly made his way back over where Jeff made him put on his shoulder pads. He was moved under the light so it illuminated his head and facial features, his shoulder pads, and some of his muscles before trailing off. They tossed him a football which he was instructed to hold by his side.

"This is definitely going in the magazine," he heard Jeff say to an assistant.

After finishing up inside, Harrison was led outside by the camera crew. Instead of his football uniform, he was now wearing a red Nike long sleeve shirt, black shorts, and black leggings underneath.

Carrie chipped in with the outfit as well, getting him a black Nike hat, which he wore backwards. Crew members set up throughout the backyard with cameras.

She watched from the side as Jeff threw a football for Harrison who ran across the backyard. The objective was to get an action shot of him just about to catch the ball.

Jeff couldn't throw the ball, and neither could any of his assistants. Every time the ball flew over his head or landed short and he would have to run back and start again.

Finally, he got Carrie to throw it. She released the ball at the perfect time, and he nailed the shot in one take with her. For the rest of the afternoon, Carrie threw the ball for him, getting the Nike crew members plenty of action shots for their magazine.

•••

After the Nike people left and Carrie and Harrison had the house put back together, she laid on him as they watched tv. "I'm so tired," he complained.

"You know your kids are going to want to play catch when they get home."

"I know," he answered with a yawn. "But right now I'd like to take a nap."

"But what if I want to play catch?" She asked, kissing his cheek gently.

"My shoulder still kinda hurts."

Carrie playfully pushed at his chest. "Oh shut up. You got cleared two weeks ago."

He laughed as she sat up. "Come on."

Harrison didn't budge. Instead he put his hands behind his head. "Please Harry?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Come on. Please?"

Harrison sat up, putting his arms around her waist and carrying her outside, where they played catch for a while until the kids got home.

Once the kids got home and had eaten dinner, the five of them played catch for the longest time. Even little Billie got in on the action. She threw her little football for Adam and Emma.

"Nice throw sweetie," her mommy said as she chucked another ball of her siblings heads. "Make them run."

The next one she threw sailed over Adam and Emma, and right into Harrison's hand. "Dad I'm going deep!" Adam shouted as he bolted down the backyard.

Harrison threw it to the edge of the grass line, where Adam stuck a hand out and corralled it in. He ran back, throwing it to his dad. The throw was high, forcing Harrison to jump just as Carrie walked behind him. He'd gotten high enough, he felt the back of his foot hit her waist. Falling back, he flipped backwards over her before throwing the ball for Adam again.

"That was really cool daddy! Do it again!"

Harrison and Carrie exchanged glances with a smile. "Oh no," they both said in unison.