“Yes, Max!” The first cheer resounds behind me. “Good job, Max.” The smile on my face is splitting. “Two more big steps and you’re here.” God, my chest could burst from the amount of pride that’s flowing through me. He’s doing it. He’s really fucking doing it. Then his little feet, decked out in checkered Vans, take two more steps onto home plate, right into the cradle of my outstretched arms. The team goes nuts behind me.
