The Coach's Daughter

Chapter Three

I stood on the tennis court that was at my house with my mom. It was sunset, I just came home from practice, Luke and Carson always showered immediately after practice, while my dad got the younger kids ready for bed.

"I think it's time for some mommy to oldest daughter alone time." My mom started as she hit the tennis ball

I hit it back, "Yeah."

"And you're sixteen now and we need to talk." My mom continued

I groaned as I kept hitting the tennis ball, "Why?"

"Well, there is a show called 'Sixteen and Pregnant' Alright, ask me anything." My mom finished

I thought about all of the questions I could ask my mom.

"How old were you when you lost it?" I asked

"A month and half before I turned eighteen." She informed me

I jumped up to hit the ball, "Why so high? So did you lose it to some guy in a trashy way at some party or was it like super romantic.

"Do I even look like the person to do it in some trashy way?" My mom asked catching the tennis ball with her hand

"What's that quote? Expect the unexpected." I justified as I fixed my ponytail

My mom rolled her eyes, "First of all, don't do what I did. I was drunk."

"Do you remember who it was too? Even though that was like in the stone ages." I asked her

"Oh my gosh, Lennox I'm only thirty-eight." My mom said shocked

I shrugged, "I mean it was twenty years ago."

"The man who I lost it to lives in this house." My mom finally spilled

I smiled, "Well isn't that sweet?"

My mom nodded, "My number one advice is that the pull out method doesn't work as well as rawing it and being on birth control. Do you know how I know?"

"How mom?" I asked her

"I'm looking at how I know." My mom told me as she looked me in the eye

My eyes got big, "Mom that's the meanest thing you've said to me!"

"Well, it's true! I invited Weston over for dinner tonight to repay the favor and then his whole family is coming over on Saturday." My mom told me

I did the math in my head, "Cooking for thirteen? Bless your heart."

"I know I'm going to get you, Luke, and Carson to help me. I was thinking something easy like lasagna." My mom informed me

I put the racquet down, "Weston is allergic to tomatoes."

"Anything else?" My mom asked

I nodded, "Mango. Wait if he's coming over how is he getting here? He doesn't have a car."

"He rode home with your brother. I have to go check on dinner. Put my racquet in the pool storage house." My mom told me as she handed me her racquet

I took her's and picked mine up, "Wait he did?"

"Yeah, you weren't always my most observant child. Are you coming in the kitchen when you're done?" My mom asked

"Yeah after I take a quick shower, I'm sweaty from playing with you and from practice." I said as I walked into the pool house

I put the racquets in a bin that had the other tennis things in there and walked out into my house. I ran up the stairs and went into my room.

The door to my ensuite bathroom opened and I nearly shit myself.