Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

My ass was freezing on the metal bleachers, but you wouldn’t find me complaining. There were about thirty minutes left in Sage’s practice, and against her wishes, I’d snuck in early to watch how it was going without the glittering presence of a few professional football players.

Her hair was falling out of its braids, she had grass stains on her back from a catch she dove to make, and her cheeks were red with exertion. I could stare at her like this forever and be happy.

Because my kid was absolutely in her happy place. Few things made a mom’s heart feel more overwhelmed with emotion than that. Which was really strange, if you think about it.

I wasn’t an athlete in school. I would’ve done more harm than good on any team I tried to join. My idea of extracurriculars was like, the yearbook staff. Reading every book I could get my hands on over the summer. A few mild to moderate hikes where I didn’t risk falling to my death over a mountainside or something.