Life of a Coach's Daughter

Chapter Three

Emily POV

Did I hear that right? "Emily, you have ten seconds before I come in to make sure you are ok."

"Jimmy, I am fine." I'm lying threw my teeth. I didn't think anything was wrong with my ribs but at least one of them is broken. I have a huge bruise on my abs that I don't want Jimmy to see. For some reason, I think that if he sees, he will freak. "Where did you go?"

"I went get you some clothes from your Dad." Pausing long enough to take a breathe, he speaks again. "That's it I am coming in." Before I can pull my shirt back down, he's staring at the bruise on my body.

"What the fuck?"

"It's not that bad. It's at least only one broken rib." Looking, you can see the anger on his face.

Starting to pull down my shirt he says, "Don't." Stepping towards me, he picks me up making sure not to hurt me and puts me on the counter.

"Tell me when it hurts." Slowly he starts to press on my stomach. Moving his hand around, I jump when he gets close to the bruise. "Sorry, baby, Why didn't you say something about this before?"

"It's not as bad as the concussion so I didn't bother saying anything."

"I don't care if it is just a scratch, you tell me, okay?" He grabs my face with both of his hands. Looking into his eyes, I see the concern and worry. I nod and the smile crawls back onto his face. "You need to sleep. I went to your Dad's and got you some clothes. I'll go get you some water and food. Your clothes are on the bed." He rubs my cheek as he speaks.

"Thank you. For everything. I owe you everything." I pull him into a hug.

"Come on a date with me?" I pull back and look at him. "You can trust me with your life. Let me prove that to you. Just one date. If you hate it then so be it." Looking into his eyes, I know he's telling the truth.

"Fine. But even if the date is bad, we are still going to be friends." After I say this, he walks away so I could change. Putting on a black tank top and grey sweatpants, I walk to find him, "Hey."

"Hey. Sit down. Eat and Drink, talk. I don't care. Just eat something." Obeying, I sit down and eat the food that he cooked. Finishing up, I get really tired so I go to the couch where Jimmy is watching TV and curl into a ball on it. Slowly falling asleep I feel a small blanket cover my body and my head hit something hard. I'm about to fall asleep when I feel Jimmy lift me and start walking.
Feeling my head hit the soft pillow and a bigger blanket cover me, I'm ready for a deep sleep. "Sweet dreams baby." I hear him say before he kisses the top of my head and I fall into a deep sleep.

"Baby wake up." I feel someone shaking me.

"Don't wanna." I pull the covers over my head.

"Fuck." He groans from the side of me.

"What?" I pull the covers down to look at him. And God knows I should not have done that. Nothing but pure muscle and the rest is covered by the sheet.

Looking up and down his body, you can see my body tense up. "See something you like, baby?" Looking back at his face, he had a sexy as day grin. "And don't pout, when you do that it is really hot and I won't be accountable for my actions."

"I actually did like what I saw, but don't do anything stupid."

Turning to face me then smiling. "Please."

"Is something stupid include kissing you in my bed at five in the morning? When I only have on sweatpants on and you only have a tank top and underwear on. No Bra." Looking down I feel his hand rest on my hip and his thumb start rubbing circles. "Would you think that is stupid?"

"The idea no but I did just wake up and I most likely look horrible and my breath awful, so yea it would be stupid." In the middle of talking I got distracted by his hand rubbing my hip.

"How's the head, Em?" Not stopping with his hand, he changes the subject.

"Better, doesn't hurt, still a little fuzzy though." I grab his hand and start to play with his fingers. "Thank you again." I look back at him and smile.

"Baby, please stop that, please. Never mind don't stop." He smiles and then his face gets closer to mine. "And never tell me to stop what I am about to do." With that, the warmness of his lips fills my body. Soft, firm, gentle, warm are the only words that came in mind when his lips touch mine.

"Kissing you shouldn't feel this good, babe." I say inbetween breaths. Our lips move together in sync as if they have been doing this forever.

"Call me that again." We both pull away brethless.

"Call you what again?" Acting dumb was hard for me and he knows it.

"From that smile on your face you know excatly what I mean." Putting his hand on my cheek, he rubs my lips with his thumb.

"Whatever Babe."

"There you go. Never stop calling me that, please." Kissing me again it's like heaven. Pulling away, Jimmy says breathlessly, "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll wake you up in two to four hours so you can get ready." Giving me a quick peck he pulls me close and holds me tight.
"And what am I getting ready for?" I look up enough to see his lips.

"I'll tell you when we get up." Kissing my head one last time, we both fall back asleep.

"Ok you get up now or I will get a bucket of cold water and throw it on you."

"But I don't wanna." I pout like a two year old.

"Baby, please we are just going on a date. Lets just say you in a biniki top and jean shorts straddling something. Me in swim trunks straddling something." He smiles every time he says straddle.

"Mind out of the gutter and I am up now all I have to do is put on clothes." I push the covers back and get up.

"Good the group of waiting for us." Throwing on my blue and green top and my blue jean shorts, I pull my hair back into a pony tail. Putting tennis shoes on, I get up and walk into the living room.
"And that only took less than ten minutes."

"Well my rib still hurts even though the bruise isn't there. And I can't reach the top strings. So can you help me?"

"Sure thing, baby. Come see and turn around." I walk over to him and turn around right in front of him. "And there you go." He says right before he kisses the back of my neck. "Lets go before we're late."

Grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone Jimmy lead us to his truck and drives to an open field. The whole drive he has one hand was on the wheel the other holding mine, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
"Who is going to be here?" I ask nervously as he parks.

"Some of the guys. Drake is bringing Beth and his kids. Mike is bringing Liz and their son. Some of the guys are bringing their girls and if they have kids they are coming."