“Touch my wife again and you’ll be writing letters to your mom with your toes.”
His look of shock on his face should be comical, but I’m seeing too much red to appreciate it. I feel Molly put her hand on my lower back, and I relax a little, but the anger is still boiling inside of me.
“Excuse me, Mr. Tanner. I didn’t mean to offend—”
“Keep your hands, and your email, to yourself.”
Another man comes up from the sidelines and steps in front of the coach, getting between us.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d step back from my husband before there’s a scene these children don’t need to witness,” the man says.
I look over his shoulder to the coach, who’s now blushing violently.
“Phillip,” Molly says from behind me, “this is Brad and his husband, Ron. They invited us over for a cookout this weekend. I was just telling him that we’d love to attend.”
I’m unable to say anything, so I just nod. I feel Molly peek around me and wave to Brad and Ron.
“We’d love to get the kids together if you’re still interested. Let us know.”
Before I can apologize or say a single word, Molly is pulling me back into the stands with Noah.
“Well, that went great,” she says, letting out a little sigh.
“He shouldn’t touch you,” is all I’m able to grumble as Noah and Molly fall into fits of laughter.
She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek and all’s right with my world. How is it that this woman can give me exactly what I need, exactly when I need it?
Wrapping my arms around her, we watch the rest of MJ’s game and I offer a wave of apology to her coach after the game. He may not have wanted my Molly, but I’m not taking any chances. She’s mine until the end of time, and I’ll make sure no one and nothing stands in my way.
THE END