Meeting Chad

Chad's team won convincingly. He had 4 catches for 98 yards and a touchdown, a great performance for a true freshman against a rival. Carrie had done her best cheerleading impression for her future stepson.

Afterwards, John was throwing passes to Chad while Carrie watched. Chad was 6'8, sandy blonde hair like his dad, almost at his physical peak. He caught the passes easily with his large hands.

"So who's the new piece of ass, dad?" Chad asked derisively. John frowned.

"Show some respect boy. This is Barbie." Chad's eyebrows shot up. He'd never known his mom, obviously, but he knew everyone called her Barbie.

"Sorry ... this is the one you're serious about. Surprised you stuck with the old man."

"Going to stick with him til the end," Carrie replied.

They passed for about half an hour longer, making small talk.

"Well, Barbie and I should probably get settled back at the hotel. Dinner in a couple of hours?"

"Sure dad. And I know what that means," Chad said, smiling slyly. "I'm a chip off the old block, after all." They all laughed, but that comment stuck in Carrie's head the rest of the night.