Me and Dad coming home and Mom is on the couch. Her hand over her three month of pregnancy stomach.
"Hey Mom." I say. "Hey baby. My other baby." She says.
Mom is pregnant with my little brother or sister. She won't tell me or Dad which it is.
"Baby, I'm about to start dinner. Anything you want Jay?" He asks.
"Pasta. Chance?" Mom says.
"Same here." I say.
I packed away the shoes and the headphones. The team was famous for both.
I heard my phone ring. "Hello." I say as I tuck my phone between my ear and shoulder.
"Chance, hey." says my baby Tyshawn.
"Hey poo, you up for dinner with us tonight?" I ask.
There was a silence then I background sound. "Sure. Be over in a few." He says.
I heard our gate. I opened the door and their was Tyshawn. "Hey Poo. You ok?" I ask as he comes in.
"Just sore."he says. "Why not a massage?" I ask. He smiles. "You don't have to love I'm used to it. Football you know and plus I have the world's most beautiful girlfriend in the world." He says.
Soon Mom comes around the corner hand on her stomach. "Hey Tyshawn." She says as she takes a seat in the recliner across from the love seat.
"Hi Mrs. Kaepernick." He says.
"How are you and how is your Mom. I been meaning to call Rachel." Mom says.
"She's fine. She just finished up a big case." Ty says.
