The Art of Falling for You
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The Art of Falling For You
Maya Hughes
Copyright © 2021 by Maya Hughes
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For Sarah for the countless hours spent walking and talking with me while I wrestled with Bay and Dare’s story.
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Bay
“If you deliver that baby in my room, I’ll never forgive you.” I brought in another box from the hallway. The new residence hall had been repainted white with a navy stripe running along the middle of the wall in preparation for the arrival of the Los Angeles Lions summer training camp.
Felicia cradled her rounded stomach, which seemed to have popped overnight, and opened a box with my name written on the side. The studio apartment for the Resident Director was mine now, since Felicia lived in the apartment she shared with her PhD-student husband.
“Every Franklin child going back three generations has arrived at least two weeks late; I think you’re good.”
I set the box down on my desk chair. “You’re still thirty-five weeks pregnant. It could happen any minute.”
“Then you get to take over as the residence hall director.”
“Are you trying to get me to quit on day one?”
“You’re my right-hand woman. You can’t quit on me. Can she, Becca?” She rubbed her stomach and looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
“Teaching her from the womb, huh?” I set down the boxes on the floor by my bed. “You’d think they’d at least give us real beds.”
She laughed. “We’re all in the skinny-ass bed together. Even the football players. You should be prepared to field a LOT of bitching about how they need the ‘good’ beds like we have California kings hidden somewhere.”
“Why are they here anyway? I’d think pro athletes would be staying at five star hotels or something for training camp.”
“Nope. The coaches like them here. Fewer distractions with campus mostly empty. It’s easier to keep tabs on them, and there’s no reason for them to leave. Gym, playing fields and food are all in one spot.” She leaned in and stage whispered. “Plus, it’s cheap.” She shrugged. “Comparatively anyway.”
“I have three more boxes.”
“Get the cart. Why are you carrying them one at a time?” She unzipped my suitcase and lifted out a pair of my underwear. “I remember when I could fit into underwear like these.”