We were sitting on the bench of M&T Stadium in Baltimore, talking and joking around. The Ravens team had just started to arrive.
My phone dinged.
"If its another thing about Terrell Suggs I'm gonna swear," I griped. Tom grinned.
"If I even have to communicate with him I'm gonna swear," he said with a laugh.
"What's so bad about him?" Austin asked.
"He's a prick," I said simply. "A prick and an arrogant asshole."
"Well someone thinks highly of me."
Austin, Danny, and Julian took that as their cue to leave. I should've too, but I wasn't gonna.
"Hey 12. Where's your leading man on offense? Oh yeah, he's out for the rest of the season!"
"Shut up," I growled.
"Look, my problem isn't with you," Terrell snapped. I crossed my arms.
"Is you problem with Tom?" I asked. He nodded. "Well then your problem is with me. Go after one of my boys, you go after me."
"That's cute Tom! Have her fighting your battles. How old are you sweetie? Like fourteen?"
"Twenty three," I replied icily.
"Awww! What do you do here? Pick up bags?"
Oh he did not.
"I'm Julian Edelman's sister, and no, I coach," I spat. Tom gave me a look from behind Terrell's back like
'What the hell are you talking about? You're not Julian's sister...'
"That's cute. But my problem's not with you."
"Hey Terrell," I said with a sweet smile. "I suggest you stop running your mouth and start running to your sideline before we really have a problem."
"Next time she won't be here to fight your battles, 12. And I especially hate your hair today," he sneered, before leaving. I looked at Tom and raised an eyebrow.
"He hates your hair?"
"I have honestly no idea," he said with a laugh, throwing his hands up.
"Alright. Let's get back to the hotel before I run to their sideline and strangle him," I said with a sigh. Tom nodded and we left the stadium.
"I'm gonna fucking pound his face in," I said to Tom when we got back to the hotel. He laughed.
"Don't do anything hasty now, Alex. Let's see how the game turns out. Then decipher whether you're gonna pound his face in," Tom said with a smile. I stifled a laugh.
"Be careful what you tell me I can and can't do."
"Wanna go grab some lunch later? Then we can go for a run. Or something along those lines."
"Yeah. Sure," Tom nodded. "I'll meet you at your room in an hour. Wanna invite Austin, Danny, and Julian too?"
"Yeah. I'll grab them when you come. I'm gonna take a nap. Knock on my door, and if I don't answer, call my cell."
My head hit the pillow and I was out.
"Tom, you're such a loner!" I exclaimed. He grinned.
"Why am I a loner?"
"Because, for like the twentieth time, you've gone to highfive someone and there's been no one around, so you look like a total loner," I said with a laugh.
"Hey, we crushed Baltimore, Christmas is in two days, and we won the AFC East. I don't care that I looked like a loner," Tom shrugged. I ruffled his hair.
"I love you guys. So what've you and Giselle got planned for Christmas?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Nothing too big. You?"
"Same," I replied. "I can't wait to get home. I love Rob, but he's not that bright. I don't want to admit it, but my faith in him that he didn't do something stupid...is well....at this point, nonexistent."
"He better not screw around with this injury. Otherwise he'll have to deal with you, me, and Dr. Andrews," Tom laughed.
"That's what I said," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Which, in case you were wondering, yes, is still blue.
"Hey, chin up. We'll be home tomorrow."
I can't wait, either.