answer, her younger brother spoke up.
“ He’s a big boy. Don’t need to baby
him, Dionne,” he drawled. He looked down through lashes at his
upset sister who frowned back disapprovingly. “Right,
Hel get ?”
“ Oh, well I guess I’m fine, Dee, but I
really don’t mind a little attention. What sane guy would, right?”
he grinned less confidently at Dionne’s obnoxious younger brother
whose lips merely twitched. Helmut cleared his through and added,
“And it’s Hel—”
“— Aren’t you going to congratulate me,
Sis?” Aidan cut in, dismissing him. “This is a really big win for
me. It makes it four years in a row, something that hasn’t happened
in the history of Arcadia High, and it is my last game as a high
schooler. I guess you can say I’m a man today, huh?”
“ Congratulations, Aidan,” she sighed.
“You know I’m proud of you. I’m always proud of you.” She shook her
head at him.
He smiled with a look in his eye he hoped
she’d see for once, but she’d already returned her attention to her
boyfriend.
“ Come on, Helly. Let’s get a cold pack
on that bump. I’m sure Mom brought one with us in the
cooler.”
Then she led him away, leaving her younger
brother standing as he watched them while absently tossing and
catching the ball.
“ You did that on purpose.”
Aidan arched a black brow and looked down at
one of his younger brothers. It was Nathaniel, one of the many
other adopted children in the van Nuys’ home. He was looking up at
him with much too wise brown eyes from under surprisingly platinum
blond hair.
“ Did what on purpose, Nate?” Aidan grinned with head
back, looking down at his usually quiet little
brother.
“ Kick the ball at Dee’s boyfriend. You
don’t like him, do you?”
“ Whatever gave you that idea?” Aidan chuckled, and although
Nathaniel’s mouth opened to answer, their father stopped him as he
called him over. Aidan grinned and motioned with his head for
Nathaniel to follow. “Come on, Nate. Dad’s callin’.”
He let the ball roll off his fingers into
his little brother’s hands as they crossed the field. Nathanial was
so gleeful for this prize that he’d already forgotten what he
wanted to say. He smiled up at his big brother, but noticed he was
looking off into the distance, so he turned his blond head, and
followed his gaze.
In the distance, he saw his big sister
Dionne and her boyfriend walking away. She had her arm around his
waist as headed for the exit to leave the field. She was clearly
mothering him, doting on him as she always did, and Nathaniel
looked back up at his older brother noticing the hard line of his
jaw.
Feeling Nathaniel’s eyes on him, Aidan
quickly produced a smile, ruffled his little brother’s platinum
locks, and motioned with his head. “Come on. Beat you to Dad!” he
said with a bright, knee-melting smile before he sprinted off, and
Nathaniel followed, laughing
“ Not fair!” Nathaniel cried. “You
didn’t give me a head start like you always do!”
**~~**
Chapter Three: A
Spark of Hope
Aidan was the last one in the locker room.
He was the last to finish since he’d been talking with a scout who
wanted to recruit him for Loma Linda University. What he offered
was tempting although far from perfect.
He’d get a full scholarship, but he’d have
no dorm room. He was expected to rent a studio apartment that,
coincidentally, L.L.U. offered at reduced rates for
students.
Pass. He knew he could do much better.
The locker room was eerily empty now. He was
standing by his open locker with a white towel wrapped around his
sinewy hips. It left his long, lean torso bare, showing the young
body of a blossoming young man who’d been athletic all his life.
There wasn’t an ounce of unnecessary fat anywhere. Just lots of
lean, hard muscle.
His black hair was glistening and tousled,
and a towel was draped around his neck. He was busy applying the
deodorant stick under