“Before I leave, I sit down on my bed and pat Henry's head. He barely opens his eyes, gives me a slight smile, and buries his face in the pillow again. "I'll call you after the game." I say. "Stay as long as you want." "Thanks, Woods. Have fun with Ty," he says into the pillow. "Show him that underware… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share
“One thing I learned a long time ago is that even if you think you're meant to be with someone, that doesn't necessarily mean… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“Yo, guys," Ty says, peering down into the stroller. "What the hell is that thing? Satan's spawn?" "You'd better watch it!" Henry says. He puts on a serious face, throws an arm around my shoulders, and pulls me in close. "That's our child you're talking about." Ty smiles, then looks at Jerry Rice. "Its eyes are seriously creeping me out.… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share
“Henry was right—I let everyone else's feelings affect my decisions. Screw that. I'm taking the ball and running with it. Maybe they're not my… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“Once you get hurt the first time, the pain never, ever goes away. Maybe it dulls, but it’s always there. The” — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“Any chance that you're pregnant?' the technician says as he pulls the X-ray lamp over my swollen knee. 'No,' Henry and Dad say at… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“You know, there's no more dangerous creature on Earth than the teenage girl.” — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“I think JJ will tell me that he loves me soon," Lacey says to Kristen. "He definitely will," Kristen says. "I can tell by the way he looks at you." I force myself to cough so I don't laugh. JJ stares at Lacey the way he stares at every one of the Titans' cheerleaders. It's the same way he stares… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share
“Are you still scared of Mike's room?" I say, giggling. He falls face first onto the pillow I just threw at him. In a… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
“Why were you watching me change?" I explain. "Uh, 'cause I'm a guy?" He flips the pillow and slaps it, fluffing it. Then he… — Miranda Kenneally Copy Share Image
