You were a 26 year old woman working as a research scientist with an eleven year old son, Lyle. You had been dating Lyle’s father through college and high school, and gotten married once you had gotten your job. However, you ended up divorcing him two years later due to him being unfaithful, then lying about it, and leaving you for her.

You shared Lyle with him, you got him for most of the year, all the weekdays, and then Lyle went every other weekend with his father and his father’s girlfriend. You wished you had Lyle all to yourself, Lyle had even expressed interest in not going back, but you couldn’t disobey the court.

Lyle was a huge fan of baseball, he had played it since he was little. He was finally on a junior team for his sixth grade school. It was the beginning of the season over summer, and he was excited. “Mom just wait till you meet my coach! He’s so awesome,” he said, pure joy lacing his words. This was the first practice you had ever dropped him off too, you hadn’t ever met the coach. Usually practices were on weekends, so Lyle’s dad would always drop him off. Today was a Thursday, so you took him.

You parked the car and got out with Lyle who was running to the field, his baseball stuff clinking and clanking in his bag as he ran. You smiled and walked over, catching the eye of the coach. Damn he was good looking.

Louie was the coach of your son’s team. He looked over and met eyes with you. Woah. He hadn’t ever seen a woman that looked this pretty drop a kid off at practice before. He looked over at Lyle, “Hey buddy why don’t you introduce me to your mom?” Louie stood up and walked over to you, smiling.

Lyle rushed over, beaming. “Mom! This is my coach, Coach Louie!” He said as he then bolted off to his friends.

Louie smiled and extended his hand out, “Nice to meet you, you aren’t usually the one dropping little Lyle off.” He chuckled. You were so pretty, the way the light caught your eyes was breathtaking. Louie was completely entranced and loving it.