02-14-2018, 05:13 PM
The brief trip to his home town wasn’t anything to be desired. Truthfully, Brayden probably would have felt better just staying in his room. The idea really didn’t bother him as much to warrant needing to be smothered in hugs by his family members, his mother in particular if he wanted to be frank. Maybe he was just the type of guy who didn’t prefer to let most of his emotions ring out, which was perhaps a stark contrast to what his usual smiling and partial baby face presented out on social media. In truth, he was out of playing a sport and some random grown man or young man was practically the father of his growing child. There were a lot of things on his mind that he just really didn’t have time to focus on the seemingly positive.
Still, perhaps there was a good reason for it. He got more peace and quiet in his old room than anything else and it prevented him from being a hothead and getting into random fight. He may considered average or short to some, but he could handle his weight essentially. But, when Monday arrived, it was a headache once more. His father was already jumping the gun about future plans.
“I wonder how they’ll arm will be,” the old man would say. “Maybe he can throw a football or slug a baseball.”
Naturally, Brayden and his mother both rolled their eyes at the man, Nancy casually stating “What if it’s not a boy, Calvin?”
That seemed preposterous in his eyes, but there was an apparent saying that the father of the child typically had a way of determining the gender. Brayden stepped into the clinic, seeing a lot of faces, though the coach made a partial deal to get those getting interviewed a top priority. It was the entire football team though, one way or another. Even their benchwarmers were knocked up. The school had no way of getting new talent to replace most of the entire roster in time for the season. For those like him who morally had no choice but to go through with it, they had to begrudgingly deal with something a reckless infirmary and unknown party caused. Brayden eased into a seat, hefting up one of the car magazines on the table to keep his mind slightly calm. It was either that or toy around with his phone. His father was naturally waiting outside due to his crazy notion about seeing opportunities with the unborn child leaving what Brayden considered to be the lesser of two evils: His occasional overbearing mother. His brothers refused to show up. They visited of course, but going to a clinic for ultrasounds was apparently something that needed “delicate sensibilities.” He could imagine what their wives felt.
Still, perhaps there was a good reason for it. He got more peace and quiet in his old room than anything else and it prevented him from being a hothead and getting into random fight. He may considered average or short to some, but he could handle his weight essentially. But, when Monday arrived, it was a headache once more. His father was already jumping the gun about future plans.
“I wonder how they’ll arm will be,” the old man would say. “Maybe he can throw a football or slug a baseball.”
Naturally, Brayden and his mother both rolled their eyes at the man, Nancy casually stating “What if it’s not a boy, Calvin?”
That seemed preposterous in his eyes, but there was an apparent saying that the father of the child typically had a way of determining the gender. Brayden stepped into the clinic, seeing a lot of faces, though the coach made a partial deal to get those getting interviewed a top priority. It was the entire football team though, one way or another. Even their benchwarmers were knocked up. The school had no way of getting new talent to replace most of the entire roster in time for the season. For those like him who morally had no choice but to go through with it, they had to begrudgingly deal with something a reckless infirmary and unknown party caused. Brayden eased into a seat, hefting up one of the car magazines on the table to keep his mind slightly calm. It was either that or toy around with his phone. His father was naturally waiting outside due to his crazy notion about seeing opportunities with the unborn child leaving what Brayden considered to be the lesser of two evils: His occasional overbearing mother. His brothers refused to show up. They visited of course, but going to a clinic for ultrasounds was apparently something that needed “delicate sensibilities.” He could imagine what their wives felt.