Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 38: part two

Liam speaks. "I'm afraid you do. How old are you, like nine?"

"I'll be nine in October!" He exclaims, excitement running across his face.

"Well I hate to break it to you, buddy, but I don't quite think you're old enough to be here without adult supervision," Liam tells the little boy, reciting the sign on the wall.

"But you're adults."

"You don't know that," I say.

He furrows his thin brows, and puts his hands on his hips again. "Yes I do. You two eat each others faces like mom and dad do every night. The only difference is that they play in their room when they think i'm sleeping."

"Jesus," Liam says aloud, followed by short laughs.

I do my best to hold in my laughs too. Poor kid. His parents have sex while he's awake, and I feel bad for him since he's only eight and has to listen to that crap like it's a lullaby until he falls asleep.

I feel like cringing.

"Uh, how often do your parents 'play'?" I ask, regretting it already.

The kid scrunches up his face, "All the time. Mom is always screaming for dad to keep going, so I guess she really likes that game."

Liam bursts out laughing, and I have to nudge him with my elbow to stop it. The boy only stares at him, confused out of his mind.

"Danny! Where are you?!" An angry mother yells across the room.

I could bet that was his mother looking for where he went.

"Aw," he pouts, dragging his feet behind him as he walks towards the edge to his angry mom, who quickly snatches him up in her arms. She looks mad at first, but later sprinkles kisses all over his face, more than likely happy that she found him and that he's okay.

"The brains of children never fail to amuse me," Liam laughs, watching the mom carry Danny out of the room in her arms.

"You're telling me," I join him laughing before bouncing on the balls of my feet. "Apparently his parents do the nasty every night. I'm surprised they don't have a whole litter of kids by now."

Liam chuckles, bouncing along with me. "She's probably popping them out every night."

The image of that is enough to make me hurl over in laughter, but I maintain jumping for the sake of having fun. And the fact that i'd rather not let my hair touch the very thing that people put their feet on.

"Jo, do you ever want kids?" Liam asks me out of nowhere, jumping horizontally. My eyes just watch him for a second before actually thinking about his question.

"I don't know, do you?"

He nods. "Yeah, like three maybe. That'd be fun, but i'd be a shitty father i'm sure. I mean, I wouldn't even know what to do with a kid."

"Liam," I fix my eyes on him. "You wouldn't be a bad father. I can see it already, your son's first basketball game and he just won first place."

Liam only laughs at me. "You realize that you can't win first place in basketball, right?"

"Hey, I never said I was a sports expert."

"And besides, I wouldn't teach him basketball if I can't even play the damn sport. I suck at it. Better at football, though."

"Football it is!" I hold up a finger.

"Not American football," Liam clarifies.

After a few moments of silence, without warning Liam jumps right in front of me, making my body fly backwards from the weight of him being next to me suddenly.