Baseball games are supposed to be fun, right? I got tickets to bring my son.
Popcorn, soda and an easy day in the sun, but then I saw him.
But Surprise! Thereās Michael. His last name is Irons. He plays major leagues and heās the father of my son.
Every instinct told me to take our boy and run. I hadnāt known his name or how to get in touch with him the past six years.
Now not only does he see me in the stand, it takes him a glance at my boy and he knows the truth.
It was like fate brought us to this point, but he climbed into the fan benches to talk and flirt.
I told myself it was just about our son, but alone, our conversations are getting heated.
I didnāt expect our magical memory would be burned in his brain.
Or heād want me again.
All I wanted was a quiet life to raise my son.
Ball players are dangerous. But what happens when the season ends? Let me tell you the truthā¦ I never expected what actually happened.