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“What?”

“Levi,” I hissed out his naht back We battled through our eyes until he finally looked back down at our son

“Go on”

“I, Ulric Pierre-Oidche-Black, a baseballnot because it is hard But because … because…” He sighed “Because everyone sucks, Dad”

“Ulric!” I stomped into the room

“It’s true! I’?”

Levi released a breath of relief, dropping to eye level with our seven-year-old MVP of the Boston Beagles Little League

“Kiddo, I know you are upset about losing the championships, but remember, it’s a team sport You can’t let your teammates down”

He groaned “But they let me down”

“So you want to quit? That’s not what sports are about, son”

“No … ugh” He scratched his curls and lifted the paper again to read “I’ because it is hard, but because I want to play tennis And I proain”

“Tennis?” Levi looked at him like he was an alien

But Ulric grinned, happily nodding his head “If I play tennis, I still get to be on a teaame is just me and somebody else It’s like what you and Mommy say Willow and I have to do”

“Share?” Levi asked, still frowning

Ulric shook his head “No, co-promise”