My Life

Chapter 3

Saturday morning at 10 a.m. -

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" dad calls up the stairs to my brother and Hudson since I'm helping him in the kitchen while Julian naps in his bassinet in the living room.

"Be right there!" Jenson calls back a couple of minutes before two sets of feet descend the stairs, and they enter the kitchen dressed in the purple and white uniforms, minus the cleats.

"Grab a plate and drink," dad tells them, gesturing toward the pre-made plates on the counter while holding a screaming Julian as I quickly make his bottle.

"Dad," I say, holding my arms out for Julian once I've gotten his bottle ready; tapping the nipple against his bottom lip, he settles almost immediately and sucks greedily. Sitting at the table with them.

"Jenson, are you riding with Hudson to the school?" dad asks while they eat.

"Yeah since coach us there by 11 a.m.," Jenson replies once he's swallowed his mouthful.

"Alright, we'll be at the school before the games starts," dad responds sipping his coffee; arriving at the school just before the game starts makes the time at the game a little easier on Julian, as he tends to get a bit grumpy when he's out in public for long periods of time.

Jenson nods in understanding with a smile at us; "Do you mind if I go out with the team after the game for lunch?"

"Sure. How are you getting home?" dad inquires with a raised right eyebrow.

"I can bring him home," Hudson offers, then drains the rest of the orange juice from his glass.

"Thanks," dad replies with a smile and a small nod.

Once Julian's finished his bottle and burped, I take him upstairs to cahnge his soild diaper and change him out of his jammies into a purple long sleeve onsesie, white leggings, white socks, and white baby Vans dad bought him. Picking him up from the changing table with kisses on his chubby cheeks, I carry him downstairs where Hudson and Jenson are getting ready to leave as dad loads the dishwasher.

"Well doesn't he have school spirit?" Hudson smirks with a low chuckle.

Tilting my head to the left curiously; "Are your being serious or teasing?"

Hudson's smile drops from his lips instatnly; "I'm being serious, it's awesome that you've dressed him in school colors."

"Oh, okay," I slowly nod as I position Julian upright against me with his chest against mine, and his head nestled against my neck.

"Hud, we need to leave," Jenson says breaking the awkward moment.

"Bye!" Hudson and Jenson call as they grab their duffle bags and water bottles, and head toward the door.

"Bye!" dad and I call after them as dad gently takes Julian from me with a smirk.

"Go eat," he orders with a smile as he walks into the living room with my son.

Huffing at him, I sit at the table and eat while listening to dad talk to Julian with the baby cooing back at him. Smiling to myself, I finish my food and orange juice before placing my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, place the washing detergent in the compartment of the door, and start it.

"Do you want me to take him while I shower and change?" I ask him as I step into the living room.

"Nope, we're fine, aren't we, Jules?" dad coos at the baby with a large grin.

"Thank you. I'll be back in fifteen minutes," I tell him, and he hums in reply before I head upstairs to grab clean clothes from my room before showering in the bathroom in the hallway.

Quickly showering with my lavender scented wash and shampoo, drying off with a large, fluffly black towel, I then later my skin with lavender-oatmeal scented lotion before dressing. I'm dressing myself in a long sleeve hooded purple shirt, black leggings, black socks, and white Vans like Julian's. Combing my hair, I apply light black eyeliner after I brush my teeth before throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry basket in the bathroom, and then head downstairs.

"Are you ready to leave?" dad asks once I enter the living room, where I find he already has school sweatshirt on, and Julian's white and purple sweatshirt, and a 'polar bear' hat that is fleece material.

"Yup, once I slip on my sweatshirt," I reply with a smile, it's just like dad's, as I grab it off the hook by the door and pull it over my head, and fix my hair.

"Where's Julian's diaper bag and blanket?" he asks, standing from the couch with Julian tucked in his arms.

"Right here," I say, grabbing it from the opposite end of the couch from where dad was sitting; I had packed the bag and brought it and Julian's blue fleece blanket with a monkey on it down this morning when we came down to help dad make breakfast.

Throwing the strap of the bag over my shoulder, I hand dad the blanket, which he tucks around Julian since the air is a little chilly this morning as it's September. Once we're out of the house, I lock the door behind us as dad places Julian in the carseat in the back of dad's 2018 red Dodge Ram. Placing the diaper bag on the floor at my feet, once we're settled dad drives us to the school, and once there we make our way to the field with me carrying the bag and Julian as dad carries the camping chairs for us to sit on.

"Hi Jeremy," Mr. James says standing next to dad to talk to him for a few minutes before the game starts; Mr. James is a lawyer, who works at the same law firm as dad.

"Hi Markus," dad greets with a green as they shake hands. "How are you and the family?"

"We're all doing well. How's Jenson?" Mr. James returns with a smile.

"He's great, doing well and school, and on the team," dad returns. "Jeremiah's in college and doing great, and Julian is growing right on track."

"Is Jenson planning on playing for the next two years?" Mr. James asks, ignoring dad's comment about Julian and me, not that this surprises me since I know he doesn't like me or Julian.

Dad frowns at the man; "I'm not sure as it is his decision."

"You shouldn't let him make that choice, if he can gain a sports scholorship for college, you need to make that decison and tell him to play. Besides, children shouldn't be making their own decision until they are in their 20's, otherwise they make stupid choices," he replies, looking directly at me when he's speaking to dad.

"Making their own choices within reason while they're teens develops them into adults who make better decisions," dad defends. "Besides my granson isn't a stupid choice, and I know that's what you are implying."

Mr. James scoffs at dad, and I just gently tighten my hold on my son, who is sleeping, and turn my attention to the field; a minute later Mr. James walks back over to join his family, and I keep my attention on the field.

"Jeremiah, you know Jules isn't a stupid decision, right?" dad softly asks.

Locking eyes with dad, I nod softly replying; "I know, but I shouldn't have had a one-night stand so young, but I don't regret my son, and I never will. I've accepted that some people will not agree with me keeping Julian at my age."

Dad nods but doesn't get a chance to reply because the game starts then. Two hours later the game is finished with Jenson's team winning in overtime with a final score of 5-4. Hudson socred the winning goal with Jenson assisting. At the end of the game, Jenson had two goals, and one assist, and Hudson had two goals.