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about it; she had a valid point there.  There was a thump from the closet, and then a giggle.
     
    “At least he sounds like he’s having fun,” I said.  Char laughed and stood, walking to the closet and opening the door, causing Al to tumble out.  She sighed and scooped him up before he could start crying.
     
    “This silly little boy.  Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon,” she said.  I snickered and grabbed my purse from the counter.
     

Chapter 8
     
    The day was perfect for being outside and watching a group of grown men pummel each other into the ground.  We’d set up an interesting contraption called a pack and play, according to Charlotte.  I called it a baby cage.  It was a portable playpen, so Al couldn’t wander off.
     
    It was eighty seven degrees outside, with a light and constant breeze and clear skies.  As soon as we’d stepped outside, I’d known that Char’s choice of today for this outing had been a good one.  The day was so perfect that the sunlight lifted the spirit.
     
    “Hello ladies,” Isobel said, strolling up to us and sitting down.  I looked up, surprised.
     
    “I called her when I was on my way to you,” Char said.
     
    “Oh.  Hey Izzy, how’s it going?”  I asked.  She smiled.
     
    “Better, now that I’m outside on this beautiful day and with my best friends.”  She reached into the play pen to tickle Al a bit.
     
    “It is perfect out here, isn’t it?”  I said. The sound of hard footfalls on the field brought all three of our attention around.
     
    “Good Morning, ladies,” Patrick said, though his eyes were locked on mine.  I had to work hard not to blush.
     
    “Hi Patrick,” Isobel and Char said together.  I was never, ever going to hear the end of this.
     
    “Hey Jacinta,” he said, the tone in his voice changing.  I could feel Izzy and Char’s eyes burning holes into the side of my face, so I stood and walked to the railing.
     
    “Hey.”  I grinned.
     
    “You look wonderful today,” he said, stepping closer.
     
    “You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome,” I said.  Patrick winked.
     
    “If I wasn’t sure that both of us would be terrorized, I’d kiss you.”
     
    “We can hear you!”  Charlotte sang from behind me.  I rolled my eyes.
     
    “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be terrorized either way,” I said.  Patrick snickered.
     
    “Well hello there,” Joey said, jogging up with a look on his face that was damn near scandalous.
     
    “Hey Joey,” I said.
     
    “Hello, handsome husband,” Char said, walking up beside me.
     
    “Where is my handsome son?” he asked.  Char popped her hip out to the side.
     
    “What about your beautiful wife?”
     
    “Oh I let you know how beautiful I think you are every night,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.  Patrick started making gagging noises and Isobel and I fell against each other, giggling.
     
    “Did you all just come to watch?”  Coach said, jogging up with a friendly smile.
     
    “Yes sir, we’ll stay out of the way,” I said.  Coach nodded.
     
    “You ladies aren’t in the way at all.  And I love when Alton is here, it’s as if the whole team wants to impress him, so they all run harder,” Coach said.  Char laughed.
     
    “Which is weird because he won’t remember it when he gets older,” she said.
     
    “Shh!  Don’t tell them that,” Coach said, shushing Charlotte with a smirk.  She laughed and shook her head.
     
    “Are you still coming out this weekend?” she asked.  Coach nodded.
     
    “Yes ma’am.”
     
    “For what?”  I asked.
     
    “Coach is having car trouble and doesn’t trust mechanics, so Joey told him to bring it out there and he’d take a look at it,” Patrick said.
     
    “Joey can fix cars?” Isobel asked.
     
    “I can.  But I make enough not to have to,” Joey said with a wink.
     
    “Alright, let’s get to it.  I think everyone is waiting