Coming Home - Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by Douglas Fox
Chapter 18
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Coming Home – Book 4 picks up as the 2032 football season starts and is a continuation of the Coming Home series following Kyle and Penny Martin and their children as they return home to Landenberg, PA when Kyle is hired as the head coach for the Philadelphia Eagles. You should read Coming Home, Books 1, 2 and 3 before tackling this book.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Heterosexual Fiction School Sports First Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex
Monday, February 28, 2033 – Market Street Grill, West Chester, PA
The golf tournament captains met at the Market Street Grill, in downtown West Chester, a couple blocks east of the court house. The meeting started off promptly at 7:00 AM. The assembled tournament captains, Charlie Clark, council executive, as well as a couple of the council staffers, Bob Harrison, council president and Kyle Martin assembled in the back room of the restaurant.
The meeting format followed standard Scouting protocol for this type of meeting, feed them and then put the group to work. Kyle joined the table where Trevor Conwell, Dylan Harris and Chip Brinton were sitting. Their waiter came around and took their orders. The Grill had a full breakfast menu, including various types of pancakes, waffles and omelets. They also served eight types of eggs benedict. In a nod to his Lancaster County heritage, ordering the C-Mac.
When the waiter departed, Dylan asked, “What the hell is scrapple, Kyle?”
“It’s a PA Dutch product,” Kyle replied.
“Product?” Chip snorted.
“It is all the meat scraps that weren’t good enough to make into the sausage or hot dogs,” Trevor added helpfully. “The scraps are ground and mixed with corn meal, spices and gelatin. When it jells up, is sliced and fried.”
“It sounds a ... different,” Dylan allowed.
“It is quite good, when it is fried nice and crisp,” Kyle responded. “Though it is an acquired taste.”
“Which thankfully I have never acquired,” Chip interjected. “It is nasty stuff.”
“Said by the guy who raves about fungi growing in horse sh ... uh, manure,” Kyle countered.
“Mushrooms are fine dining,” Chip retorted. “Scapple? No, it is not. It is for peasants and is barely food at all.”
“You see what I put up with for four years at Penn State?” Trevor grinned as he leaned towards Dylan. “Heck, we shared the same apartment for a year and a half. You two behave and play nicely. Chip, enjoy your Kennett Square Omelet (spinach, mushrooms and cheese). Coach, enjoy your C-Mac Benedict. Play nicely.”
Dylan had to chuckle. He had known Kyle, Trevor and Chip for over two decades but spent very little time with the three of them together. The teasing and comradery were obvious, as well as the respect each shared for each other. Dylan’s chicken and waffles were good. Chip enjoyed his omelet, as did Trevor his southwestern omelet.
Kyle excused himself and made his way to the podium as the wait staff cleared the tables as the group of a dozen captains enjoyed their second cup of coffee. Kyle stood at the podium and held his hand up in the Scout sign. The room, full of experienced Scouters, instantly went quiet. Kyle put his hand down and grinned.
“I wish the locker room got quiet that easily,” Kyle commented. He put on his serious face and began.
“Thank you all for joining us at the Captains’ Kick off for the Martin Golf Tournament. I thank you all for agreeing to be tournament captains for this affair. I am Kyle Martin, Chester County Council’s co-chair for the tournament. We are holding this tournament jointly with PA Dutch Council, where my brother Andrew Martin, is their co-chair.
“Our mission with this event is to raise some serious dollars to support Chester County Council as it delivers the Scouting program to our youth. Show of hands, how many of you were Scouts growing up or are or have been Scout leaders?”
Every hand went up except Dylan Harris’. “Good, I don’t need to go into great detail about the mission of Chester County Council and Scouting America, to develop good character, to promote strong citizenship in our country and to develop our youth mentally and physically into strong young adults, ready to take over from our generation as we age.” Kyle smirked. “Dylan, you and I can talk privately if you have further questions about the mission of Scouting.”
“This tournament will help fund operations for 2033-2034 for Chester County. I am not sure if all of you know but Scouting America and Chester County Council does not take one dime from the government. We do receive some support from the United Way, but it is far too little to fund operations of our council for the year. By and large, we have two options for raising the money to keep Scouting functioning in our council. We can raise it though fundraisers like this tournament or we can charge the families who have Scouts in the program more.
“The last option, to charge the Scouting families, is the least desirable by far. We need to involve as many youth in our character building program as possible, regardless of their family’s financial circumstances. That leaves us, and our tournament the job of raising the majority of the funds necessary to keep the Scouting program strong and vital in our council.
“Each of you have agreed to be captains for this event,” Kyle stated. “That means we are asking each of you to recruit golfers willing to cough up $250 each to be part of a foursome. Our ask of each of you is that you recruit at minimum two foursomes. We also have a higher tier of giving. We are doing threesomes at $2000 each. The threesomes will be filled out by and get to spend the day golfing with one of the celebrities we are arranging to attend the tournament. Obviously, sell as many threesomes as possible.”
One of the captains Kyle did not know put his hand up. Kyle pointed his way and asked for his question.
“Coach Martin, can we recruit more than the two foursomes?” the man asked. “Is there an upper limit on how many we can recruit?”
“My main focus is on the fundraising end of this, not the golf end of this,” Kyle replied.
“Thank God!” Trevor interjected.
“Charlie, have you and Andy talked about an upper limit of golfers to the tournament?” Kyle asked, looking over at the council executive. “My brother is handling the golf end of the tournament.”
“Yes, we have, Kyle,” Charlie replied. Turning to face the group, he added, “The standard for a one-day golf tournament with a shotgun start is 144 players for the course. The Whitford has some options where we can up that to between 160-200 golfers, if needed by altering the type of start we use. Based on what we did with the Vermeil classic Tournament not that many years ago, we never came close to 100 golfers. Despite including Pa Dutch Council’s golfers with us, I think I can safely ask you recruit hard and bring in as many as you can. The good news is that June 25th is close to the longest day of the year. We will have plenty of daylight for the event.”
“Thank you, Charlie,” Kyle said. “You heard the word. Go out and recruit golfers. We will hold monthly breakfasts here between now and the end of May. The captain raising the most dollars between now and March’s report meeting will get a dinner for two at any of our region’s fine dining establishments. You can choose to go downtown to Philly or enjoy your meal at one of our many fine local restaurants. We will do this recognition each month. In addition, the top fundraising captain for the tournament, including both Chester County and PA Dutch captains, will receive a one-week vacation for two to some destination in North America.”
Eyes went wide at the announcement. A week-long vacation for two for raising some funds for the council? That was pretty unprecedented.
“The next piece of business for the group is getting down to the nitty-gritty,” Kyle said. “Getting the dollars in the council’s bank account. Charlie, do you want to take it from here?”
“Thank you, Coach Martin,” Charlie said as he went up to the podium. He spent the next few minutes reviewing options for the golfers to make their donations. Cash certainly was acceptable, as were checks, but this 2033. Charlie’s staffer handed each captain a stack of 3.6”x8.5” cards to use to sign up the golfers. The card had a perforation down the middle. One side was used as a receipt for a cash or check donation. The other side documented the contact info for the donor and the way the golfer paid. On the back of the golfer’s half of the card was a QR code. Following the link would take the golfer to a link on the council’s website where the golf could make his donation as an online payment. The QR codes were personalized for each captain. Follow the link and it would automatically credit that golfer’s donation to the correct captain.
“Now that we have the details of donating covered, Kyle,” Charlie said as he stepped away from the podium. “Could you fill the group in on how recruiting celebrities for the tournament is going.”
“Sure, Charlie,” Kyle agreed, stepping back up to the podium. “The Eagles will be well represented. Jeffrey and Julian Lurie will be attending, the owner and director of football operations, respectively. Team president Troy Vincent will come. Director of Pro Scouting and former player Brent Celek agreed to participate. Among my coaches, Ryan Reynolds, Ed Fritz and Jeremy North will be attending. We four coaches are kind of a given. All of us have kids in the Scouting program today. Ed, Jeremy and I are also Eagle Scouts.
“I have not started recruiting players on the team yet, but will soon,” Kyle continued.
“Can I interrupt, Coach?” Dylan interjected. Heads turned to look at the Eagles backup quarterback. “I didn’t realize we didn’t need to start recruiting golfers yet. I have lined up seven golfers, though after what I hear this morning, I am not sure if they qualify as golfers or celebrities. All of them are my teammates.”
“Who’d you line up, Dylan?” Kyle asked.
“Aiden Anderson, Colin Weaver, Austin Hawkins, Jordan Newsome, Demarco Hunter, Devonta Woodham, and Marcus Davis,” Dylan listed.
“OK,” Kyle laughed. “It sounds like we will have a good turn-out of players from our current team. Dylan, you and I will talk individually about whether those guys will count as golfers or celebrities.”
“Got it, boss,” Dylan replied, grinning.
“I am lining up a number of other well-known players to attend,” Kyle continued. “Brady Rassmussen of the Broncos agreed to come in from Colorado. Closer to home, Brady’s and my teammate, Charlie Taylor will be coming. Charlie is local, having retired to Lancaster after he finished playing. Charlie is also a member of Penn State’s 2013 National Championship team, along with Chip, over there.” Kyle nodded to his friend.
“Following up with the Penn Staters, Steelers head coach Zack Hayes will be attending along with his offensive coordinator, Phil DiStefano. Phil quarterbacked the 2008 Nittany Lion National Championship team.”
“Chester County has plenty of Penn State alum,” one of the gentlemen commented. “Do you know the Souders guy who won the 2016 championship?”
“Matt Sauder?” Kyle chuckled. “Matt and I go way, way back. I was Matt’s Troop Guide when he joined Boy Scouts years ago. I can talk to Matt and see if he would be interested. Matt’s been known to play a round or two of golf.
“I am working on some more celebrities, but they are not committed yet. I want to get a few more players from the Reid era beyond Troy and Brent. I also am hoping to get some players from Buddy Ryan era too. I will contact Ron Jaworski and see if he is ready for a round of golf. God knows, Jaws loves this silly game and probably will come, if he is able.
“Do not talk about any of the uncommitted possible guests yet, as you recruit your golfers. Charlie, do we have a way to update the captains about which celebrities have committed?”
“Yes, we do,” Charlie responded. “The cards you have been given include the website address for this golf tournament. I will keep the website page updated as more celebrities commit to coming to the tournament. Feel free to show this page to your potential donors to entice them into contributing and playing at our tournament. Kyle?”
“I think that about concludes our presentation for this morning,” Kyle stated. “Any questions?” There were a couple, which either Kyle or Charlie answered.
“Thank you all for agreeing to support this cause,” Kyle said. “I will see all of you here in twenty-eight days. Bring in lots of donors in the meantime. Top fundraiser next month gets dinner for two. Thank you all for coming.”
Kyle personally thanked the captains as they departed. After conferring with Charlie and Bob, he headed for NovaCare Complex and his day of work. Kyle didn’t notice Trevor stuck around to the end.
“So, what do you think, Charlie?” Trevor asked.
“He is everything you promised me he would be,” Charlie replied, smiling widely. “Kyle Martin’s got his act together.”
“He has,” Trevor agreed. “He’s been like this since I got know him well in college.”
Tuesday, March 1, 2033 – Reynolds Residence, West Grove, PA
Dylan worried all day about how he was going to break the news about Moira being pregnant to his parents. Moira knew it was coming too, but she chose to let Dylan take the lead informing their families about the “problem.” Billy Reynolds had Cub Scouts that evening. His little brother, while he started Cubs late, enjoyed the Webelos program. He looked forward to his first campout next month, down at a cabin in Camp Ware. Dylan would have an hour to talk with his parents without his young and innocent sibling overhearing the discussion.
His mom returned from dropping Billy off at the church. “Mom, could you have a seat at the kitchen table?” Dylan asked as she came inside. “I need to have a serious talk with you and Dad.” His heart was pounding as he walked to the entry to the family room, where his dad was relaxing with a beer and watching some TV.
Dylan took a deep breath. Danny and Logan had hectored him yesterday and today via texts. He and Moira had made a baby, a very grown-up thing to do. He needed to man up and be responsible for what he had done. No being a little kid and pretending this wasn’t happening and would go away.
“Dad, can I talk with you and Mom in the kitchen?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Ryan asked.
“Kitchen,” is all Dylan replied as he headed away. Ryan noted his teen looked oh-so-serious. Was this going to be one of those moments when he and Mary Ann marveled at his son’s maturity or one of those oh shit moments, when he showed the long way he had to go to becoming an adult?
Ryan sat down beside his wife. Dylan took a chair opposite them. “So, what’s up?” Ryan repeated.
Dylan stared down at the table for a moment and took a deep breath. When he looked up, he looked his mom in the eye and stated as evenly as he could. “It isn’t news to either of you that Moira and I are having sex.”
“No, it isn’t,” Mary Ann agreed.
“Do you need to buy more condoms?” Ryan asked. “You haven’t gone through a dozen yet, have you?” He chuckled slightly.
“Um ... no, I have a couple left,” Dylan replied nervously. “This is about before we started using rubbers.”
“Before?” Ryan asked pointedly. Dylan took a deep breath and stared in his dad’s eyes.
“The two times we had sex before we had protection,” Dylan replied.
“You told me Moira had her period while you were grounded,” Ryan stated. “You said the two of you were safe.”
“That is what Moira told me,” Dyland said. “I don’t ... I didn’t know enough to ask more questions. Questions like, was the period of normal length and flow? It wasn’t. It lasted less than a day and was little more than some spotting.” Mary Ann Reynolds face went white at the mention of spotting. She reached for and held her husband’s hand, squeezing it.
“I know enough to ask more now,” Dylan said. “Apparently the spotting was from when the embryo implanted in Moira’s womb.” Ryan’s face turned the same pale shade of pink as his wife’s. He squeezed her hand back.
“Some friends advised us what to do when Moira and I realized she missed her period this month,” Dylan continued. “They helped me get a pregnancy test kit for Moira. The test was positive. I got Moira pregnant.”
“Danny Martin?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, Danny helped a lot,” Dylan replied. “He got his sister to pick up a test kit and confirm what has happened. He pressured me to talk with you tonight too. Logan Robertson did too.”
“Does Moira’s parents know what is happening?” Mary Ann asked.
“No, they don’t,” Dylan answered. “I tried to convince her to tell them but she is scared.”
“So, Mr.-All-Grown-Up, what’s next?” Ryan asked, with more heat than he intended.
“I am more of a work in progress, Dad,” Dylan responded. “My friends pointedly reminded me that I am in way, way over my head right now. I need help from the grownups in my life, you and Mom. So ... help! I don’t know what to do next.”
“Moira needs to see a doctor to confirm this pregnancy test,” Mary Ann said, fully into mother-mode now. “We need to speak with her parents, if they don’t know about this yet.”
“I agree that one of us needs to talk with Moira’s parents,” Ryan said, staring into his son’s eyes.
“ME?” Dyland squeaked as he blanched.
“You are man enough to get her pregnant,” Ryan continued. “You better be man enough to discuss it with her parents.”
“Can you be on the call to, Dad?” Dylan asked. “In case things get a little crazy.”
“I will let you two to that,” Mary Ann said. “I have to leave to pick up Billy in a few minutes.” She headed for the door to the garage quickly.
Ryan was tempted to call out “Chicken?” but seventeen years of marriage made him wiser than that. He took a deep breath and commented, “Let’s make this call from your bedroom. I don’t want Billy eavesdropping and hearing about this conversation, at least just not yet.”
“Yeah, he doesn’t need to know about this,” Dylan agreed. The two went upstairs to Dylan’s room. Dylan sat on his desk chair and pulled it over beside his bed, where his dad sat down. Dylan extremely reluctantly dialed Moira’s home’s number. Dylan set the phone to speaker.
“Hello?” a man’s voice commented.
“Mr. Palmer ... uh this is Dylan Reynolds and I...”
“YOU!” the man blasted. “You have some nerve calling here after what you did to my daughter. You ... you...”
“Mr. Palmer, this is Ryan Reynolds, Dylan’s father,” Ryan interjected. “I am on the call too. I take it from your tone of voice, Moira has informed you about what has happened.”
“Informed me? Huh!” Mr. Plamer snapped. “I found an empty home pregnancy tester box in my daughter’s trash this evening when I dumped her trash into the trash bag for pickup tomorrow. Informed us? Hrumph ... it was like pulling teeth to get my daughter to admit it was hers and to tell us the results. Your bastard of a son impregnated my sweet little girl. He’s a...”
“Mr. Palmer, cooler heads are needed now,” Ryan interjected. “Our children are at risk and we adults need to discuss this and come up with a plan of how to proceed. My son and our family accept full responsibility for the situation our two families face now. We are prepared to do whatever is necessary as we move forward. I thought it might be best if my wife, son and I met with you, your daughter and your wife to come up with a plan about how to proceed from here.”
“Now?” Mr. Palmer demanded.
“Not right now,” Ryan said as he heard what sounded like a small herd of elephants dash upstairs. That was Billy, Dylan’s ten-year-old brother home from Cub Scouts. “My youngest is in fourth grade and needs to get a bath and head to bed. Perhaps we could meet tomorrow night, say 6:30 or 7:00 pm?”
“Your son admits he is the one who got my daughter pregnant?” Mr. Palmer asked, not quite as irate as earlier. “He’s not denying it?”
“He is responsible,” Ryan stated.
“I am, sir,” Dylan added.
“I suppose both families getting together makes sense,” Mr. Palmer agreed. “Is 6:30 too early for you? I hear about the hours football coaches have to put in.”
“My boss is understanding,” Ryan responded. “I can make a 6:30 pm meeting. At your house?”
“That will be fine,” Mr. Palmer agreed. “Good night, sir.”
Wednesday, March 2, 2033 – NovaCare Complex, Philadelphia, PA
“Hey boss, got a minute?” Ryan asked as he poked his head in Kyle’s office.
“Sure, come on in and have a seat,” Kyle said, gesturing towards his couch. Ryan shut the door. Kyle shuddered slightly. This was to be a private conversation. Was Ryan considering another job? His name made a couple lists of potential head coaching prospects. His good job calling plays here and the development of the Eagles offense was noticed around the league. Still, maybe not. The Cardinals filled the last head coaching slot last week. Could it be an offer to be offensive coordinator for them? That was a lateral move that wouldn’t make much sense. Why leave a growing and promising offense here to join the shit show Arizona had been?
“Boss, I need to leave early this afternoon,” Ryan said. Kyle relaxed. “I need to make it home for dinner with my family tonight. Dylan, Mary Ann and I need to meet with Dylan’s girlfriend, and her parents.”
“Meeting her parents?” Kyle smirked. “No shotguns involved in this meeting?”
“There could have been, had this happened fifty or a hundred years ago,” Ryan said. “My knucklehead son got his girlfriend pregnant.”
“Oh ... I am sorry.”
“How have you raised three teens and not pulled out every shred of hair from your head?” Ryan asked. “Dylan is sixteen months into being a teen and I don’t think one of us will survive until he is twenty.”
“You manage with a little love and a lot of patience,” Kyle replied. “You do what you need to do to protect, guide and nurture them.” Kyle smirked. “Then they’ll call you an old fart and laugh in your face. You do it anyway, because they’re your kids.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Ryan sighed. “I should thank your son Danny. My knucklehead teen thought he could keep all of this secret from Mary Ann and me. Danny set him straight and convinced him to come clean to us last night.”
“Good for Danny,” Kyle replied, “ ... but don’t put him on a pedestal. He’s still the knucklehead who had unprotected sex with his girlfriend for over three months before saner heads prevailed. Danny is just luckier than Dylan, that’s all.”
“I guess I was lucky too, when I was younger,” Ryan noted. “I took too many risks in high school, doing it without protection. Dodged all the bullets. And there was this one girl in college. I was a senior and she was a freshman. What an exotic look. She was Syrian, I think. Johara Safay. God, she used me like you wouldn’t believe and never with any protection. I guess I was just lucky to avoid pregnancy there. I wonder whatever become of that girl?”
“Johara was Lebanese,” Kyle laughed. “I know who she is. With Zack Hayes’ encouragement during a recruiting visit, she enticed a naïve young high school junior into bed with her ... twice. Once that night and again the next morning before I had to catch up with my father. Johara had a little influence on my choosing Penn State over the other colleges.”
“I wonder what became of her,” Ryan wondered.
“My sophomore year, she was a senior,” Kyle said. “She got pregnant by one of three possible guys. She got an abortion and disappeared from campus. I have no idea where she got to after that.”
“It’s a small world,” Ryan laughed.
“Good luck with your meeting tonight,” Kyle added. “Let me know if I can help in any way.”
“I appreciate it, boss,” Ryan added. He headed back to his office. He had a lot of work to do to make up for leaving a couple hours early that afternoon.
Wednesday, March 2, 2033 – Avon Grove Middle School West Grove, PA
Moira’s bus ran late that morning. Dylan had hung out at her locker, hoping to talk before classes started. He had to head to home room when the warning bell rang, just catching a glimpse of Moira as she dashed for her locker and then her home room. “We should talk at lunch,” Moira stated as the two passed quickly.
He arrived at the cafeteria at lunch time with a bunch of his football friends. Moira showed up a minute after he sat down. She stared at him without sitting. “We need to talk privately, Dylan.”
“Um ... yeah,” Dylan agreed quickly, grabbing his tray of food as he rose.
“OOoooo ... Dylan’s in trouble,” Cooper Stevens chortled.
“Guys!” Dylan protested before following Moira. “She’s my girlfriend. You know how it is.”
“No, I don’t,” Peter Johnson sighed. Peter didn’t have a girlfriend. He had never been on a date. He’d never even managed a French kiss. More teasing and catcalls followed the teen as he followed Moira to an empty table.
“I’m scared, Dylan,” Moira said as she sat down. “I’m pregnant! I’m only fourteen. I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“What WE will do,” Dylan responded. “I’m equally responsible for all of this. That is why we are getting our parents involved.”
“WE sounds good,” Moira retorted. “But I am going to have to carry the baby in my womb for nine months. Can you breast feed a baby? Do you know how to change a diaper? I am the one facing the consequences.”
“I swear, I will do everything I can to help,” Dylan responded. “I can learn to change a diaper. I can learn to feed a bottle to a baby. Planned or not, I am the father and will do whatever I need to do to help you, if you go through with this.”
“Through with this?”
“The pregnancy,” Dylan responded. “We never talked about religion since we started dating. Is your family religious? Mine isn’t. I don’t think my parents would be upset if you got an abortion.”
“We might get to church once or twice a year,” Moira said. “I don’t know if that qualifies as religious. I don’t know how my parents would feel about me getting an abortion.”
“You’re not the first eighth-grader to get pregnant,” Dylan remarked. “I know this girl a grade ahead of us who got pregnant after school started last year. She got an abortion to fix things. You’d never know she was pregnant today. It hasn’t affected her life at all.” Dylan did not reveal that he was talking about Emma Wexler, the JV cheerleader who took his virginity last fall.
“I don’t know how my parents would feel about me having an abortion,” Moira said. “I’ve never heard them talk about it.”
“We should bring it up tonight when we meet, if our parents don’t,” Dylan said.
“I guess,” Moira agreed. “I can’t see myself having a baby, but still, an abortion almost seems like cheating. Just get rid of it, no harm. At least, no harm to us.”
“Whatever happens,” Dylan pledged. “I will be there through it all, I promise.”
Moira thought about the conversation with Dylan that afternoon. His “I’ll be there” pledge stood in stark contrast to what happened to a friend of her girlfriend Gabriella Leon. Gabby was a grade ahead of Moira and knew this girl who got knocked up two years ago when she was in ninth grade. The girl’s boyfriend dumped her the minute she informed him she was pregnant. The bastard accused her of sleeping with other boys, which was not true. Gabby’s friend’s family had to take the bastard to court to get him to acknowledge he was the father and to provide support for the baby.
What a contrast to how Dylan’s family handled the news. They called her parents to work out what to do before she had worked up courage to tell her parents she was pregnant. Dylan seemed to be standing by her at every step. Dylan was the opposite of the scum that got Gabby’s friend pregnant.
She thought back to that fateful night at the New Year’s Eve party. Dylan had been careless when he had sex without protection without considering the possible consequences. She bore responsibility too. She had thought about the possibility of pregnancy while they screwed but before he flooded her belly with baby-making sperm. In her naiveté, she had believed the lies her previous two boyfriends had told her. Both claimed it was impossible for a girl to get pregnant the first time she had sex as they tried to talk their way into her panties.
Why had she believed those lies? The baby growing in her belly gave lie to what those previous boyfriends had said. Both she and Dylan had gotten caught up in the heat of the moment in the utility room at that party. Both were responsible for her pregnancy. Moira looked around the English class room she was in. How many of the boys in this class would stand up and accept responsibility and promise to stand by her when she turned up pregnant? Very few of the boys here would do that.
Her admiration for Dylan grew as she recognized that fact. Dylan was special. Too many boys would flee in this situation. Dylan was there. She needed to stand by her guy too, despite her father’s saying she should have nothing further to do with Dylan.
Aaron Palmer had calmed down considerably since last night by the time Ryan, Mary Ann and Dylan Reynolds arrived at the Palmer’s house Wednesday evening. Aaron introduced his wife Jenn. Their younger son, Marcus, eleven, was visiting with a friend for the evening. Just like Billy Reynolds, who was hanging out with the Fritzes for a couple hours.