I’m all smiles as I bring the box from the door to the living room. “Christian, you got mail.”
His eyes light up at the box with his name written in large black letters.
“Who’s it from?”
I already know, but I’m not sure exactly how to explain, so I ignore his question by distracting him. “Let’s see what’s inside!”
As he tries to tear into the box, failing to rip past the heavy mailing tape, I grab scissors from the kitchen and then re-join him on the floor. “Here let me help.”
A few quick cuts and Joel’s scent permeates the air.
Christian dives for the open box, pulling out a mini basketball and a foam finger with the Valley U branding. I can’t help but laugh.
While he’s busy pulling out enough Valley basketball merchandise to outfit an entire cheering crowd, I text Joel.
Me: Thank you. Christian is so excited.
Joel: There’s something in there for you too.
I look over the pile Christian has amassed, spotting one t-shirt that’s clearly too large for my son.
“I think this one is for me,” I tell him as I hold it up in front of me. The t-shirt is like many others I’ve seen, Valley U Basketball screen-printed on the front with our roadrunner mascot, but the back has Moreno and number thirty-three proudly displayed.
Me: I was really hoping for a Zeke Sweets jersey. Where can I get one of those?
Joel: If you show up today in a Sweets jersey, I’m going to spank you later. Fair warning.
My body tingles. At Joel’s hand, I think I might just be okay with a little spanking.
Me: Promise?
I’m goading him, which isn’t really fair because it isn’t like there’s going to be time for that today, but I just can’t help it. Flirting with him is fun.
Joel: Can we hang out after the game?
I’m about to remind him I’ll have Christian when he sends another.
Joel: I’d like to take you and Christian out for pizza after the game since I ruined your game day ritual.
Me: That sounds nice.
And it does. Way, way too nice.
Me: Good luck today. Break a leg or whatever the appropriate sentiment is.
Joel: I can think of all kinds of sentiments I’d like from you.
Jesus, how does he make everything sound so dirty?
Thirty minutes before the game, Christian and I make our way to our seats in Ray Fieldhouse. I had to hand off our tickets to an usher because my hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t read the seat numbers. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I’m regretting wearing his shirt though. I’m one of about fifty other girls I’ve already spied wearing the same one. I’d felt special as I pulled it over my head and now I just feel like one of many in the Joel Moreno fan club.
“Seats one and two.” The woman hands me the tickets as she stands at the bottom row and motions toward our seats.
I take the tickets and verify she’s not insane. I’d expected seats in the student section, not first row behind the team’s bench. This is too much. Christian is oblivious, of course, and his excitement puts me more at ease as he jumps up and down with the ridiculous cut-out of Joel’s face on a stick. Christian waves it around and points to the floor where Valley is warming up. “There he is!”
Joel waves and dribbles the ball over our direction.
“You guys made it,” he says, looking from me to Christian.
“These seats are…” I shake my head. “Ridiculous.”
“Wanted to make sure you got a good, up close and personal view of how amazing I am.” He winks and I can’t help but laugh.
“You want to come meet Ray Roadrunner?”
Christian’s face lights up. “Can I, Mom?”
How can I possibly say no to that?
“Yes, but please be careful with him?” I plead with Joel, not caring in the least if I sound overprotective.
Christian rushes to the court and Joel bends down next to my son, hands him the basketball he’d just been dribbling, and they exchange a few words back and forth. My heart hammers in my chest as I watch them so easily interact. I take my seat, sitting forward so I can watch Christian as he crosses the court. Ray Roadrunner is standing on the sidelines next to the cheerleaders, and Joel leads him over and the mascot raises his hand for a high five which Christian slaps, and then Ray feigns like Christian has hurt his hand.
Next, Joel takes him around to the guys and each one gives him a fist bump. Christian’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. And then just when I think they’re about to head back my way, Joel picks Christian up like he weighs nothing and places him on his shoulders. The team clears the way and Joel steps to the basket and encourages Christian to shoot. The ball goes up and in and the team cheers. So does the crowd. I look up to see Christian and Joel being displayed on the jumbotrons for all the fans to see.
Christian is beaming when he turns in my direction to make sure I saw. I clap from my seat and can’t help but laugh at how happy he is out there. It’s a universal truth that the way to a woman’s heart is through her kids. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, betraying any chill feelings I might want to display as Joel brings Christian back to our seats.
“Mom, did you see that?”
“Yes!” I hug him against me. “That was amazing, buddy.”
Looking up to Joel, I smile. I expect him to be regarding me with a smirk and maybe a parting jab, but the expression on his face as he watches me and Christian is soft and sincere. As I prompt Christian to tell Joel thank you, and do the same myself, Joel simply nods and steps away to rejoin his team.
Joel was right, there’s nothing like being in Ray Fieldhouse on game day. Since it’s the last home game, the senior players are brought out to a lot of applause. When Wes is introduced, the place gets to their feet to honor Blair’s boyfriend who was injured earlier in the season. I look around for her and spot her in the student section jumping up and down wildly.
Much to my surprise and happiness, Christian stays glued to the action for the first half. He cheers especially loud for Joel and waves his foam finger and Joel cutout high in the air. When the buzzer signals halftime, we stand.
“Want to grab some popcorn?” I ask him and he answers by darting to the aisle. Grabbing on to his hand, I feel eyes on me and look up to see Isa smiling at us.
I wave and let my gaze flit over the rest of the aisle where Joel’s entire family sits. Kill me now. They’ve been sitting within spitting distance the entire first half without my realizing it. Joel’s father is talking with someone I don’t recognize, but Isa moves to the end of the aisle as we approach.
“Katrina, this must be your son.”
I tug on Christian’s hand. “Christian this is Joel’s mother, Mrs. Moreno.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says to him and then smiles back at me. “I was thinking about you earlier this week. How’s the play coming along?”
Christian pulls on my hand, bored by the adult conversation.
“Good. Thank you again for answering my questions.”
“Maybe you’ll come back to the house for Sunday lunch again?” she asks, and I get the distinct feeling her motives are self-serving and that Joel would probably freak if he knew his mom was inviting girls over. “And you could bring Christian, of course.”
I let Christian pull me with him. “Oh, thank you. We’ll think about it.”
We get in line at the concession and I text Blair as we wait.
Me: I’m at the game. I saw you jumping up and down for your man.
Blair: Where are you sitting? Are you coming to The White House for the after-game party? Should be a lot of people to help celebrate Zeke and Wes’ last home game.
A pang of disappointment hits me that I can’t go and then guilt. Did Joel know about the party before he made plans with me and Christian? I can’t imagine he’d want to miss a party in honor of two of his roommates.
Me: No, Christian’s with me. We’re sitting behind the team.
Blair: Let’s catch up sometime this week. I want details about whatever is going on with you and Joel!
Me: I’ll text you this week.
I tuck my phone away, promising myself I will text Blair this week. I’ve done a shitty job of making connections with people, using Christian as an excuse. If I’ve learned nothing else from spending time with Joel, it’s that I need to put myself out there more. I’ve fooled myself into thinking it was best for Christian, but as I look at the huge grin on his face today, I know that it was about protecting me and not him.