My Wife and Kids( A Russell Wilson Fanfiction)

This Is Football Part 1

Chapter Eleven

Baseball and softball season(I know they're not in the same season but you know...) was now over and now enter a new sport season: Football. Of course, Madison wasn't playing but Mason was.

Mason was the first one up among the Wilsons. He was so excited about getting signed up for football that he couldn't sleep well like he normally did. Sure, this was his first year playing football, but he had to have at least some of his father's natural talents, right?

The oldest child got up out of his bed before walking swiftly to his parents' bed room. He went over to Ashton's side and shook her to wake her up. "Momma, it's time to get up. Come on please." She hummed her response but never opened her eyes. On to the next one, Mason thought while sighing heavily.

He went over to his father's side and also shook him. "Daddy? You awake?" Russell groaned softly before opening his eyes to look at his son. He smiled lazily at Mason.

"What's wrong, buddy, can't sleep?" Russell questioned while lifting his son up to place Mason between himself and Ashton.

Mason scoffed. "No, it's time to get up!" When his father didn't say anything, Mason knew that he lost him.

"What time is it, baby?" Ashton asked groggily.

"Uh," Mason looked at the digital clock, not knowing how to read a clock a five, "7-3-0."

"7:30, hun," Ashton sighed as she began to get up and wake Russell up as well.

"Little Man, you excited about today?" Russell wondered while getting out the bed.

"Of course, now I can be just like you," Mason cheesed.

Mason went back to his room to wake up Madison. She began to squirm as he jumped on her bed.

"Mason, cut it out," she growled.

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It was a very hot day for it to be September; a scorching heat of 91 degrees. So, Mason had on a sleeveless, orange, Nike dri-fit shirt, black Nike shorts, and blue and black Nike Roshe Runs(can you say Nike'd out?!). Madison had on a Nike orange tank, black Nike dri-fit capris, and black Nike Roshe Runs(She's also Nike'd out).

The family arrived at the football field late that morning and a long line was already forming. They were at least behind fifteen parents so it would be about forty-five minutes until it was their time to do the sign-up.

Russell looked down at his son who was intently watching the other boys play football on the field. He could tell Mason wanted to go over there by watching him chew on his lip. It was something he did when he was in deep thought. But what could he be thinking so hard about?

In all honesty, Mason really wanted to go play with them. They were laughing and having fun and definitely beat standing in this long line with nothing to do. But what was stopping him was he was intimidated by them. They all had at least(at the very least) three inches on him in height and all of them looked to be in first and second grade; and he's still taking naps and having snack time. Mason thought he would be lucky if he even got to play twenty seconds in a game. He sighed heavily.

Russell looked back down at his kid and crouched down to him. "Mason, what's the matter? Do you want to go play with them?"

"Yeah," Mason nodded. Now Mason wanted to prove to them that he's worthy to be on the team.

"Go play, I'll call you back over when it's our turn," Mason nodded at his father's words before taking off towards the field.

When Mason arrived at the field, they were starting a new game. Then, a boy noticed Mason and spoke to him. "Hey, who are you?" The boy yelled making all of the other boys look in his direction.

"Mason," he answered, "I want to play with you guys."

"Sorry, but the toddlers play over there," the boy laughed as he pointed to the younger kids playing freeze tag. "You're what, three years old?"

"Five," Mason growled.

Well, that was laughable because the boys burst into laughter. "You're in kindergarten! We're all first graders; we're six and seven"

"You guys are only one or two years older than me," Mason said. "Plus, I'll be six next month. I just have a late birthday."

"Okay, you can play. What position do you want to play?"

"QB," Mason answered which also made the boys laugh.

"Aiden, did you hear that?!" A boy screeched. "He wants to be a QB."

Aiden, the one who's been bullying Mason, spoke up. "Yeah, I know. You got a lot of nerve, kid. You're barely two feet. Too short, loser."

Mason gritted his teeth. He was getting angry but he wasn't going to lash out on them. People thought his daddy was too short and wouldn't make it and that was why he was chosen in the third round of the draft. Yet, his dad is now the starting quarterback for the Seattle Seahawks and has a Super Bowl win.

"So, my daddy is a quarterback and he's short!"

"Aw, he said daddy you guys," Aiden mocked. "Well, my dad is a quarterback for a team in the AFL(Arena Football League)."

"Did you notice how I said is and not was," Mason said smartly before turning around to point to his father. "That's my daddy."

The boys turned to look Russell Wilson who was playing with Madison. Aiden spoke up first. "That's not your dad!"

"Oh really?" Mason smirked, "DADDY!" Russell looked up to see his son waving excitedly at him. He chuckled before waving back.

"Yeah, my dad is the coolest quarterback in the universe," Mason said.

"Well. I'm Aiden, that's Noah, and that's Lucas," Aiden said as he introduced his friends more respectively. "Lucas and Noah are receivers and I'm the running back/quarterback."

"Can we play already, I'm going to have to leave soon," Mason whined.

The boys lined up in their respective positions and Mason stood in the back field. "Ready, set... set... hut!"

The ball is snapped to Mason's head but he caught it. Even without pads, the boys were still tackling. Hey, boys will be boys.

Mason started to scramble once the linemen started coming for him. He ducked and dodged from all of them before he saw a man wide open. He launched the ball down the field and right into the boy's arms who ran it in for the touchdown.

"Yes!" Mason cheered.

Russell had finally made it to one of the tables; it was time for sign-up. The head coach, Coach Dawson intercepted them at the table.

"Ooh, that boy has some real talent. He's fast and he can throw with accuracy," the coach said.

"That's my son," Russell swelled with pride.

"Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less from Russell Wilson's son."

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A/N: You guys are probably wondering why I post outfits of children but I love to do outfits period. So, I hope I'm not too weird. And I think I'm going to make another Russell Wilson story but it'll be a romance and with an OC. I don't really know his wife that well so you know.