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What seemed like an eternity, only a few weeks, they were allowed to take Addison Marley Scott home. Marley could not have been happier. She spent most of those weeks at the hospital. Jordan couldn't have been more thrilled, sarcastically that is. He had gone six years of having all the attention, so one would be able to see where some jealousy could arise from. Jordan locked himself in his room and would only come out if any meal was to be eaten, other than that he would refuse to come out.

"Hey bud, do you wanna go play catch in the yard?" asked Brian.

"NO!" Jordan shouted.

"Come on its what we always do on Sundays. We never miss a Sunday catch day."replied Brian

The door slowly opened. "We can't miss OUR Sunday football right?" 

"Fine!" Jordan pouted. He stomped all the way down the stairs and out the front door then stood at the other end of the yard with his arms folded. "Are you going to throw me the ball or do I need to throw it to myself?"

"Well I can't throw you the ball and expect you to catch it with your arms folded. There's no way that you can unfold your arms in time to catch the ball before it hits you." Brian joked.

Jordan stood there with no response but a raise eyebrow. So, Brian tossed him the ball. Jordan caught the ball. "you didn't think I could, did you?" A sassy Jordan asked.

"Nope, but you sure proved me wrong." Brian said with a smile. "Now how about you ditch the attitude because your baby sister can't catch a football yet and I need a partner."