Free Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) by Hayley Faiman Page A

admit.
    “You will be okay, my beautiful hija . You think I wasn’t scared when I gave birth to a fifth child that I could not afford? You have the advantage of being able to afford help. Get the help you need, do not make this life harder than it needs to be. As for your husband, I have half a mind to call him myself and have some words with him. It isn’t as if you drugged him and took him to the appointment. You were scared and made a decision that wasn’t the best, but is not irreversible,” she explains. I love, adore, and cherish that my mama is always on my side.
    “It was wrong of me, though,” I admit.
    “Well, of course it was; but you’re scared and hormonal, he should understand. Is he ensuring you’re eating enough? Getting enough rest? No, he is not . He’s off doing god knows what. I’ll be there by tomorrow. You need your mama,” she decides.
    I open my mouth to protest but I don’t want to. I want my mama. I want her to take care of me and make everything better, like only she can.
    “Okay,” I whimper.
    I kind of can’t wait for my mama to come. I need her to hold my hand, look me in the eyes, and tell me to get my shit together, because I can do this.
    I can do this, right?

I AM A SHIT.
    I am a shit husband.
    I am a shit father.
    I am a fucking coward.
    I take another drink from the tequila I bought before I checked into this hotel.
    I am so fucked up its ridiculous.
    I bought the liquor to forget about everything , but all it seems to do is help me remember all that I have fucked up.
    Will Victoria take me back after I just left her at the Inn? After I deserted her to get a ride home and pick up our children, and care for them, all on her own? All while I selfishly drink myself into a stupor?
    My phone rings and I hold my breath, looking down to see if it’s her. She hasn’t tried to call me once. I wish she would. If she asked me back, I’d probably fucking fly over to her.
    I am such a fuck up.
    I don’t expect the name I see on the Caller ID.
    Jackson .
    “Hello,” I slur into the phone.
    “I think you could be the biggest fuck up of us all. I find it ridiculous that this is not the first time one of us has said this to you either. Just in case you were wondering, I made sure your wife and children were safely delivered to your apartment,” Jackson barks.
    “What about Jarrod? I told her to go home with them,” I say, ignoring the hostility coming from my friend.
    “We had to pick up Quinn from Jarrod and Amalie’s; plus, our car will fit all of the kids and car seats. Jarrod and Amalie’s won’t. Unless you thought she’d just take a cab from your parents’ house with your kids — alone ?”
    I didn’t think about how she’d get home.
    I didn’t think about anything.
    I didn’t care either.
    I just left.
    “Thanks for getting them settled,” I mutter, not really all that thankful for the ass chewing he’s giving me. But I deserve it.
    “She’s pregnant with your twins and has two kids under five at home, Carlos. I don’t want to get involved in your marriage, man, but I gotta tell you the truth when it needs to be doled out,” he pauses, taking a breath before continuing, “You’re being a gigantic dick. So she freaked the fuck out. So she made an appointment for you to get your nuts snipped. What’s the big fucking deal?”
    I don’t see anything but red. I am completely irrational at Jackson’s questions.
    “She made a decision without me,” I roar.
    “And?”
    “How would you feel if Maggie made decisions without you? Huh? Big decisions ,” I ask.
    I know this man. Maggie isn’t allowed to breathe without his permission.
    “You want to know what I’d do if I were in your shoes this exact moment?” he asks.
    I grunt, waiting for his response.
    “I’d go home and beg my wife to accept my apology for being a giant fucking dickhead. I would understand that although her reaction to the situation wasn’t ideal, she was Freaked. The. Fuck. Out.