Your Time

Chapter 10

Carrie took the kids shopping while Harrison designed the prototype of his cleats. There was a thud in the kitchen as his wife and their three kids came in carrying bags of groceries.

Adam slowly made his way in, carrying what looked like water and Gatorade. "Thanks Adam," Carrie said, setting her keys on the counter. "You've been helping mommy out a lot."

Carrie who was now six months pregnant with a son, appreciated Adam and Emma's help when Harrison wasn't around.

"Daddy!" Both Emma and Billie ran around the counter to their daddy who was working on designing his cleats.

"Hey girls."

"What's that daddy?" Billie asked as he picked her up.

"Those are my cleats," he answered, showing Billie the 3D image of the cleats.

"They're colorful daddy."

Indeed they were. The cleats would come in three standard colors; black, grey, or white. Or they also could be ordered custom like what Harrison was working on. They were blue with a neon green Nike logo and laces. The sole was white along with the spikes.

But Harrison's favorite was the navy blue with white laces and Nike logo. Then the sole was a sparkly grey just like the Cowboys helmets.

He relaxed, feeling Carrie's fingers massage his shoulder. "When are these going on sale?"

"Early this fall," he answered.

"We'll have to get Adam a custom pair for his first game."

"For sure."

Adam must've heard his name, for he came running back in the kitchen. "What mom?"

"Nothing buddy."

"Okay."

Carrie sat down next to her husband. "Now show me all the options."

Harrison only made it through a few colors before she ran into the kitchen and grabbed the jar of pickles from the fridge. "Pickles again?"

She set the jar next to his laptop. "This is my fifth pregnancy. Maybe you should be used to it."

"Maybe you should be used to it," he mocked as she playfully punched him.

"Or maybe you shouldn't of gotten me pregnant again."

"Sorry sweetheart," he apologized, putting an arm around her. "Maybe you shouldn't of given me the opportunity to get you pregnant."

"Stop it," Carrie giggled, opening the pickle jar.

"You wanna keep going? Huh?"

By now Harrison had started to tickle her. "You got nothing to say to that, huh Carrie?"

"Harry stop it," she laughed, pushing his hands away.

He did and took a pickle for himself as he showed her the different cleat options. Beside him, Carrie had been munching on pickles for a couple minutes now. "Are you ever going to get any other cravings besides pickles?"

She shrugged. "I like pickles when I'm pregnant."

"I see that. But seriously, do you ever crave anything else?"

"You. At night. When the kids are in bed," Carrie said with a wicked grin.

"The kids are in the other room!" Harrison scolded.

"So? They have no idea what we're referencing. Or what they actually are hearing at night."

"Are you sure you didn't have too many pickles. You're not on a pickle high?"