The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 4: Don't Leave Her

Ever since that private conversation with Jason, I haven't been able to get him out of my head. Axel and I pushed our way through the crowd and made it to the car. The vehicle that Axel hit is gone. Hopefully they weren't too upset, and took the peace offering.

On our way to the Dugout, Axel asked me what Jason whispered into my ear. I'm obviously not going to tell him so I fibbed. I told him that he said I was pretty. Axel didn't believe me, but he can't know what was really said. I am a terrible liar. I'm surprised Axel hasn't figured it out sooner. 

Arriving at the Dugout, the parking lot is packed just like the parking garage was. After going in circles and Axel pointing out spots, yelling at me, I finally decide to park in the middle of the parking lot. "Alright, before you get out take your time opening the door. Don't hit anyone's vehicle please."

Axel nods in agreement. Then shoots out of the car, disobeying everything I just said. The kid never listens. Is it me? Maybe it's because my voice isn't deep. If I had a deeper voice it might intimidate him. Oh well, I'm a softie, I can hardly say no.

Axel is already at the entrance holding the door open for other customers. I did teach him right after all. As soon as I get to the door he acts like he's about to close it. What a little poser. "Thank you, Axel. You are such a good kid for holding the door open. I'm proud of you." He doesn't really acknowledge my gratitude. I have a feeling I'm about to get bitched at.

"You act like I graduated college or something. I only held a door open." Just take the thank you please. It's so funny sometimes, him yelling at me in this high pitched voice. Wait until he gets older and hits puberty. His attitude will get even worse. Then I'll have to teach him about sex and to not end up like me.

Most of the time I look down on myself. I'm a fuck up, there's no doubt about it. No one wants me, not even my own son. I work my ass off day in and day out but where does it get me? Deeper in debt. It's hard as hell paying off school loans, buying Axel school clothes, then bills, car payments, groceries, sports, all on my own. Absolutely no child support to help me out.

That asshole doesn't know what he's missing out on. But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing. There's no way I could go on with life without Axel, already knowing what it's like to have him in it now.

Calm down Sydney. Focus on your son and your happiness. Once we walk in, deep fried food invades my nose canal. To hell with the diet I've been on. It's time to treat myself and indulge in some not so good but so good food.

There's a sign that says wait to be seated. As I look around, all the tables seem to be filled. Axel will be devastated if we have to wait longer than ten minutes. On the plus side, the restaurant is unique. Baseball gloves are the seats, the top of the tables look like bases. Baseball bats act as pillars.

The carpet is identical to an actual field. There's even a pitcher's mound, I'm guessing for the kids. Different jerseys from various teams hang above us. The waiting area is similar to a dugout. Signed baseballs, bats, helmets, and much more are scattered throughout. While I absorb my surroundings, a hostess is wearing a sexy version of a baseball uniform.

The waiters, and hosts have on actual baseball uniforms. That say, The  Dugout in large letters. There's even a number on the back. Each uniform is the same color. An orange top and white pants, with blue lettering. The girls wear short shorts and a top that suffocates their breasts. As she approaches I see Axel's once aggravated face now enthusiastic.

This little boy better not be checking out a twenty-year-old woman. If he dates older women I will probably be appalled. A couple of years is not bad, not bad at all. Once she is as old or older than me, there's a problem. I can't say much though, I love older men. There's something about them that is so sexy. Some may say it's the maturity level, but their distinct features and confidence get me riled up.