Away Match
By gletherby
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My husband and son are off to the match today. It's a birthday treat for Ryan and the first he'll spent mostly with his dad. It was his choice; a Man Day he asked for. I'm clearing away the breakfast dishes and hear them in the hall dressing for the cold. They burst into the kitchen, Ben and his mini me, dressed in their football uniform. Blue jeans, warm jackets, boots and, of course, the club hat and scarf. Their eyes are twinkling, their smiles identical as they wave goodbye.
Ben has always been a hands-on father, getting up with the baby at night, helping with feeds, happy with shitty nappies. His involvement has continued and his relationship with Ryan is wonderful to watch. They complete each other's sentences, their individual gestures mirror images of the other's. Ben is Ryan's hero. Ryan is Ben's pride and joy.
Arriving home they're chanting in unison; 4 - nil, 4 - nil.
After supper we snuggle up on the sofa together, me and my beautiful boys. Ben has his arm around my shoulders, Ryan's head is in my lap. Ryan dozes and begins to snore gently and his dad carries him to bed. It's been a busy and exciting ninth birthday. Tomorrow we'll have a quiet day at home together. A roast for lunch and I've made chocolate cake which they both love. And after that, we've decided, Ben and I, we'll tell Ryan about the sperm donor.
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