Babymaker: A Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Maybe that was unfair. But he had mentioned his rough childhood, and he had talked about hanging out with rough people sometimes. When we got to chatting while I worked him, he liked to talk about his hometown when he wasn’t busy flirting with me.

  But there was nothing on the internet, which I found strange. He never mentioned it in interviews, either. Sure, he was the guy from the wrong side of the tracks, but he wasn’t a criminal.

  Maybe I was wasting my time. Maybe Owen had nothing to hide. I finished my coffee and headed into work.

  The commute was easy, and I got to the office early as usual. I unpacked my stuff and sat down at my desk, relaxing into my chair.

  Just as I started to click through my usual morning routine of news blogs, an email popped up. It was from the director, Jeff Waters. He wanted me to come meet with him in his office as soon as I got in, before the players arrived.

  Frowning, I got up and headed over. I didn’t know what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to speculate. It could be pretty much anything.

  His secretary smiled as I approached and waved me right in. I knocked once on his door and stepped inside.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  “Good morning, Mister Waters.”

  “Please, Jeff.”

  “Okay, Jeff.” I sat down in front of him.

  “Taylor, how are things going?”

  “Good. I can’t complain. I’m still really thankful that you gave me this chance.”

  “Now that the first game is over, I thought I’d check in with you.” He smiled at me. “Anything to report?”

  “Nothing. Owen seems to be doing well. He’s taking to the regimen I have him on really well.”

  “Good. That’s really good. Owen spoke very highly of you.”

  “Oh. That’s great.”

  “I wanted to check in on you, since you’re so new. Owen sang your praise.” He laughed. “Never heard someone so excited to work with a physical therapist before.”

  “He just wants to make sure he stays healthy.”

  “Well, now that he’s the starter, we all do.” He frowned. “That’s actually why you’re here.”

  I felt my stomach sink. This was the conversation I’d been dreading. He was going to pull me off Owen because he was suddenly too important.

  It made no sense that they’d keep me with him. I had no experience after all.

  The strange thing was, I couldn’t tell if I was upset because I wasn’t going to be working on a high-profile player anymore, or if it was because I wasn’t going to be working on Owen.

  I didn’t want to be pulled from Owen. Something was happening between the two of us, and I didn’t exactly know what it was yet. Maybe it was just a horny asshole trying to get in my pants, or maybe it was something more. I genuinely couldn’t tell, and that scared me.

  It scared me just as much that I was afraid to be pulled off him. If he was such a dick, like I thought he was, then I should want to get reassigned. He was bad news after all.

  I didn’t want that. I wanted Owen, bad news and all.

  “I understand,” I said. “I’m just an apprentice. He’s an important player.”

  Jeff made a confused face. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, of course you’ll reassign me.”

  He laughed. “Oh, Taylor. I’m sorry. That’s not what this is.”

  I paused. “Really?”

  “Really. What I wanted to say was, you’re doing a great job. If you need more resources, they’re at your disposal. If you want more time with him, just ask. Please consider yourself a full member of the staff, because I’m making you one.”

  That surprised me. “Really?”

  “Really. On a trial basis for now. No pay raise, not yet. Not until the end of the season when we make you permanent. But this means you’ll have full access to the facilities, day and night. You can schedule him for extra sessions or whatever he needs.”

  “Wow. That’s amazing. Thank you so much for trusting me.”

  “Of course. The training wheels are off, Taylor.” He smiled. “With that comes more responsibility, though. His health reflects on you.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. You’ll get all the info you need in your email.” He smiled again. “Good luck.”

  “Thanks, Jeff.” I stood up and quickly left his office before he changed his mind.

  I could hardly believe this. I was a full staff member, although they weren’t raising my pay. That annoyed me, but the opportunity was too important to pass up. I knew they were hard up on cash at the moment anyway, so pushing back wasn’t going to help.

  But now this was serious if it hadn’t been before. They were watching and evaluating me. Any wrong moves and I was done.

  Owen wasn’t going to make this easy. I knew he wasn’t going to. But I had to just stick to my regimen, remain professional, and not let myself get sucked into his orbit the way I wanted to.

  As I headed off to see Owen, I could feel the full gravity of the situation settle into my stomach.

  10

  Owen

  I could still hear the roar of the crowd in my ears and feel the soft leather ball on my fingertips. I looked down at my knee and felt a jolt of pain as I flexed it outward.

  “Good fuckin’ game, man.”

  I looked up from the bench. Raylon grinned at me.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “Good shit. When you hit that gap in the third quarter? You fucking steamrolled their linebacker.”

  I grinned back. “Hit him like a fucking truck.”

  “Hell yeah. Knocked that asshole out.”

  We shook hands and he walked off.

  The second game of the season had gone really, really well for me. We’d won, though just barely. I scored the winning touchdown in the fourth quarter by bursting through the line and breaking out a big run for the score.

  It was right after that play that I noticed my knee. Sharp pain and swelling had begun tearing me up, but I’d kept that to myself. I’d noticed Taylor watching me, but I didn’t let myself look back at her. I didn’t want her to see the pain I was hiding, because I knew she would.

  I didn’t want to get taken out of that game. I was playing too well. It was too early in my season to be pulled because of an injury, and I couldn’t give up the opportunity to prove myself.

  The next time I was on the field, though, I could tell that I was moving slower. I was hitting a little softer, and I was a little more tentative when I burst into open field. I was a step slower, but I wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed.

  We still won. It didn’t matter. And as I sat there on the bench after Raylon walked off to congratulate the other guys, I flexed my leg again, wincing at the pain.

  The locker room after a big win was always a shit show of reporters and excited people. I wasn’t all into the show. I just wanted to shower off and relive those moments on the field when I really felt alive, when I felt like nothing could bring me down, nothing could stop me. I was perfect on the football field.

  Even though my body was betraying me.

  I got up and walked to the showers, keeping the pain off my face. I rinsed off, taking my sweet time. I waited for the sound of excited people to slowly fade away before I finally came out, wrapped in a towel.

  Taylor was waiting for me near my locker.

  “Owen,” she said.

  “Taylor. Are you supposed to be in here?”

  She shrugged. “Nobody cares. Got something you want to tell me?”

  “Nope,” I said. “But I do have something I want to show you.”

  I went to take off my towel. She just sighed and shook her head.

  “I’m serious. You’re really going to pretend like nothing happened?”

  I shook my head. “Not sure what you mean.”

  “I saw your knee bend on that score. You planted weird just as you hit the open field, right after you ran over that big linebacker. I saw your face, and I saw how yo
u were after. It hurt, Owen.”

  I shook my head and couldn’t help but grin. The damn girl was fucking observant. Nobody else had seen that, or at least nobody else had said anything about it. Of course it was only Taylor who would come right out and call me on it.

  That was something I liked about her. She was no-bullshit, up-front and straightforward. Sure, she played like she didn’t want me, but that was different. She was trying to protect both of us.

  “All right,” I said. “It hurts.”

  “Let me see.”

  I sat down on the bench and showed her. She took my leg, bending it slightly. “Does that hurt?”

  “Yeah,” I grunted.

  “Shit.”

  “What?”

  She shook her head, bending my leg some more. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep the pain from my face.

  “This might be bad, Owen.”

  “It’s fine.”

  “Owen, I’m serious.”

  “I know you are.”

  “You should have stepped out.”

  “I couldn’t leave that game. You know that.”

  “You scored. You could have taken a rest.”

  “I needed to prove myself. The whole fucking country is watching me right now, talking about whether I’m overrated or not. I want to prove that I’m not.”

  She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I know you’re not.”

  “This damn fucking knee might mean I am.”

  “I get how you’re feeling, but I’m your trainer. You have to trust me.”

  “What’s done is done. What now?”

  “Now you rest it. I need to tell Coach.”

  “No,” I said forcefully. “You can’t tell him.”

  “Owen.”

  “Listen to me. I’ll do whatever you ask. I’ll stay off it when I’m not practicing. I’ll ice it and work it every day. But you can’t tell Coach.”

  “This is my job, you know.”

  “I know. You keep reminding me.”

  She sighed, shaking her head. “It’s not like that.”

  “I get it.”

  “Your well-being is my job. You get that, right? I’m making these decisions for you.”

  “If you want to make a decision that’s best for me, then don’t tell coach.”

  I could tell she was torn. On the one hand, she had a damn good point. If I was injured, Coach needed to know so that he could start making backup plans.

  But if she told him, he might make an early call and bench me. That could be disastrous. If the next guy in line stepped up and played well, I might not see the field at all for the rest of the season. It could fucking destroy me. I’d seen it happen plenty of times. The game was built on luck as much as skill, and getting injured so soon was bad luck.

  But I’d also seen plenty of guys push through an injury like mine. There was no reason for me to back down if I didn’t think I was really messed up.

  “I don’t know, Owen. If you’re really hurt, this could genuinely end your career.”

  “Yeah, maybe, but so could benching myself.”

  “I’m worried.” She sat down on the bench next to me.

  “I know, but I understand the risk.”

  “What happens if I don’t tell Coach but you’re really hurt?”

  “I’ll cover for you. I’ll say that you didn’t know.”

  “They won’t buy it.”

  “I’ll try anyway.”

  She leaned back, tipping her head toward the ceiling. I watched the line of her throat and her hair spilling down along her shoulders. She groaned.

  “I want to help you, but I also don’t want to fuck both of us.”

  “I’d rather just fuck you.”

  She tipped her head toward me, making a face. “Cut it out.”

  I crossed my arms. “No joke. I’m wearing only a towel right now, you know.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “We’re in an empty locker room.”

  “That someone can walk into at any second.”

  “Good point. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re not helping.”

  “I don’t want to help. I just want to make it hard.”

  “You’re not talking about my choice, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  She sat up. “Listen. I’m going to trust you. If you think you’re good, then you’re good. But you have to stay off it.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I can do that.”

  “I’m serious. As soon as you’re home, get on the couch and don’t move. Ice it, twenty on and twenty off, for an hour. Take a break for an hour, and then do it again. Got it?”

  “Got it.” I smiled at her. “You’re fucking sexy when you make commands.”

  “And you’re a frustrating ass.”

  “A talented, attractive frustrating ass, you mean.”

  “No. I just mean an ass.”

  We were both smiling, and I knew things were okay. She spoke like she was pissed, but that little grin on her face said otherwise. It felt good that she trusted me with this decision, better than I’d thought it would.

  I moved toward her, and she didn’t move away. The night in the hot tub came back to me, and I knew she was thinking about it too.

  But just then, my phone rang.

  I glanced down at it and went completely still when I saw the name on the screen.

  “Is everything okay?” Taylor asked.

  “Yeah,” I grunted. “I need to take this.”

  “Oh. Uh, sure.”

  I grabbed my phone and quickly walked away. I hated to do this, but it wasn’t the kind of call I could just ignore, even if I had been inches away from kissing her again.

  Once it was out of earshot of Taylor, I answered the call. “Yes?”

  “Hello, Owen. How are you tonight?”

  “What do you want, Tony?”

  “That’s not how you’re supposed to greet an old friend.”

  I clenched my jaw. Tony was an old friend like athlete’s foot was a fun time.

  Tony was my past. I had been hoping I could get through the next few weeks without hearing from him, but that was too much to ask. Frankly, it was surprising that he had gone so long without trying to get something from me.

  “You’re not an old friend.”

  “You break my heart, Owen.”

  “What do you want, Tony? I’m busy.”

  “I want what I always want.”

  “I’m not doing that anymore.”

  He laughed. “You’re not? I didn’t hear anything about that.”

  “I’m in the pros now. I can’t be messing around with betting. If I got caught, I could lose my job. I’d be useless to you.”

  “You’re useless if you’re not fucking betting,” he said.

  Tony was a made man in the mafia. I’d known him for a long time, ever since he and his people gave me a loan to get me through school.

  Those were dark days. I’d just been accepted into school, but I’d had no money. The university was covering most things, but I still needed side cash to feed myself and to get through the day. My grandmother was broke and couldn’t help, and I had no time to get a real job.

  I was a stupid, reckless young man. I knew some guys, I made some calls, and I took a mob loan.

  The problem was, it was never just money. When you took a mob loan, they fucking owned you, especially if you were an important person. As soon as you touched their cash, they had that over you forever.

  Tony had come to me time and time again throughout my college career. I couldn’t pay them back right away, so they made me do them favors. Eventually, they made me throw a game, and I knew I was screwed as soon as I did it.

  I thought I’d be done with them, but of course I wasn’t. They wanted me to place bets with them, to flow my NFL money through them. I’d been avoiding them ever since I got signed, but I knew it was only a matter of time before Tony tracke
d me down and got his hooks into me again.

  This was the sort of shit that I wanted to keep from Taylor. This was exactly what I was ashamed of most. I’d done some things in my youth, but getting involved with the mafia was by far the stupidest shit I’d ever done. They fucking owned me, and I hated being owned more than anything else.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “Your money, you dumb twat. Place a fucking bet before I get annoyed. You know how this goes.”

  I stared back toward Taylor. What would she do if she found out that I was a fucking crook? She’d probably give up on me. Taylor was a good person. She wouldn’t bother with a man who was involved with the mob, especially one who bet on his own sport.

  “Two thousand on next week’s game. The Eagles to win.”

  “Make that five.”

  I sighed. “Fine. Five.”

  “Okay then. I’ll take that bet.” I could hear the smile on that smarmy bastard’s face. “Good luck, kid.”

  “Fuck you, Tony.” I hung up the phone and leaned against the cold wall.

  What the hell was I doing? Maybe I’d win and I’d be one step closer to getting away from them, but we were favored to lose, and with my knee bothering me, I wasn’t sure I was going to be much of an asset. We were playing the New England Patriots, and they were one of the best teams ever.

  There was no guarantee that we’d win, and yet I had just bet five grand on the damn game. Tony must have been confident if he was willing to take the bet at all.

  The problem was, I didn’t have five grand, not yet at least. I was still paying off old debts with every extra dime I got and didn’t have any cash on hand. If we lost and I actually owed the mob that much money, I was going to have to figure some shit out.

  But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t let that distract me.

  I walked back into the other room, but Taylor was already gone.

  “Damn,” I said to myself as I sat back down on the bench.

  All I really wanted was to bend Taylor over and fuck her rough and deep. I wanted her tight little pussy to grip my cock and make me forget all about my fucking problems. Instead, I was alone in the locker room, trying to figure my fucking shit out, and failing.