I Can't Even Concentrate

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Demi's POV

It's been another few days since our families came over to meet Carter and mine has gone back to California. Odell's dad and other siblings came over yesterday to see him though and Sonny was so adorable with him. It honestly made me excited to have another baby and see Carter and a little baby together. That won't happen for a long time though.

"What do you mean you're an open agent?" I ask Odell frustratedly when he accident slipped during dinner that he was most liking going to be traded to another team.

"It means I'm an open agent Demi. I haven't re-signed with the Giants and I don't know if I want to." He answers and I furrow my brows.

"This doesn't just happen over night Odell. You knew your contract was ending this last season, so why did you wait to tell me this?" I ask him starting to get pissed off.

"What would it have done? Nothing. I just didn't want to stress you out for no reason." He says running his hand over his head and I roll my eyes.

"It would have done a lot. I just moved here for you and now you're saying that you are most likely gonna end up on another team which means another stressful fucking move for me. I could have stayed in California and we could have had Carter there instead of now having to make two moves Odell. You should have told me!" I explain throwing my arms in the air as my voice raises slightly in the end, but I quickly lower it when I remember there's a sleeping baby just in the living room. "I had already made plans to have producers and writers flight out here so I can work on my new album and now I have to change all of that. I turned my entire life around for you just to turn it around again. You could have at least given me a heads up that your contract was ending and there's a possibility of moving to a whole other state." I then breathe out as I sit back down because I was getting sore and achy.

"Are you okay?" He asks as I take in a sharp breath.

"I'm fine." I snap and he sighs backing up.

"I'm sorry, okay? I honestly just spaced to be honest with Carter and everything." He then says sitting down on the other chair and I sigh.

"What teams are you thinking of trading to?" I ask him as I rub my forehead from the oncoming headache.

"I don't know yet. There's talks about a lot of teams right now. I just want to see what's best for me and you and Carter also." He answers shrugging.

"You said you don't know if you want to resign with the Giants. Why?" I then ask him when I remember what he first said and he shrugs looking down.

"I think I can do so much more. I love the team and the franchise, but it isn't going anywhere and I feel like I'm just stuck." He finally answers me quietly and my heart broke a little for him because I could see the conflict in him. "It was a good start for me and I succeeded my first two years in the league because we had all this momentum. It's all lost now though and it feels pointless for me to stay." He continues finally looking up at me.

"I wish you would have talked to me about this. It clearly has been on your mind for awhile. I'm still upset you kept this to yourself, but I'm here to support you. I know you can do so much more than you are now. I want to see you win a super bowl and earn a bunch of trophies. I want to see you succeed and if you feel like you aren't where you're at, then move. Give yourself a fresh start." I tell him and he lets out a small chuckle at my Super Bowl statement.

"Are you sure? I don't want to stress you out with another move." He asks and I smile and nod.

"You're not happy baby. It's gonna be stressful, but we will figure it out." I answer him and he smiles reaching for my hand.