Page 112 of The Game
Before, they’ve always stayed at my apartment, considering the place has four bedrooms.
Now, though, I would like them not to spend weeks at my place.
Since Sarah came into my life, our routine has been perfect.
I wake up with her; she usually makes breakfast while I do my morning run. Then, we’ll enjoy breakfast together before travelling to the arena, where I’ll kiss her senseless in the car before she goes inside.
Later, I’ll usually pick her up from the office before we go back home. Some days, we’ll go out and enjoy a pleasant dinner. Other days, we cook dinner together, stealing touches and kisses as we manoeuvre around the kitchen.
None of those routines would be too troubled by my family around.
The real problems have everything to do with our sex life.
I don’t need to have my parents around, considering how much I love fucking my woman.
Going into the playoffs, I don’t want to mess up those routines.
Therefore, they’ll get a nice apartment or hotel. Whatever they prefer.
“You’ve really managed to turn the team around. There was a time when we got worried,” my dad says.
Sarah sits up a little in her seat next to me, my hand resting on her thigh.
“He’s been arranging game nights at his place, and helping the younger players gain their confidence back,skating and practicing with them,” she’s beaming beside me, and my parents might have fallen in love with her, too.
I squeeze her thigh, appreciating having her support, both now and throughout this season.
“Which never would have happened, if it wasn’t for, Sarah,” I add, making her roll her eyes.
“I just gave you a little push,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
I lean down and kiss her cheek, making my mom sigh in front of us.
“This is just perfect,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more.
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We’re out, enjoying lunch with my family.
Sarah is quickly becoming part of the family, and right now, she’s gushing about something with my mom. I know she misses her own mom every day, and I often bring her home lilies, which usually end in a few tears, but also in comfort.
Seeing her bond with my own mom warms my heart. Even though my mom would never admit it, I think she’s always longed for a daughter as well.
Having three boys must have been exhausting. We were always doing some crazy shit, causing trouble and giving our parents worried wrinkles.
As I look at Sarah, I can’t help but wonder what our kids will be like.
How will they look?
Will they have her blonde hair?
Or my dark features?
Maybe a mix?
I’ve always known I’ve wanted children, but it’s always been something I’ve envisioned for later in life, but I want to be a relatively young father.
I want to be an active parent, playing sports, travelling to new places, and experiencing all life has to offer with them.
