Katana's POV
"And we're done." The US Women's National Team's High Performance coach, Freya Alaska Morgan says after she finishes her tests on me.
"Sweet." I say as I look at Alex Morgan's wife.
"Thanks Freya." I say.
"No problem." Freya says then the married woman leaves my home.
"Oh pups." I say as I sit down with my dogs. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Appa whines then he nudges my wife and sons's picture.
"I know Bubba." I say. "I miss them too."
My pups and I look at my wife and son for a while then we're interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Wonder who that is." I say then I get off the floor and head to the door.
When I get to the door I open it to reveal Cairo's Assistant.
"Hey Nova." I say as I look at Nova.
"Hey Katana." Nova says. "You ready?"
"Almost." I say then I grab my phone, wallet, keys, and my pups.
Once I'm ready, Nova, Appa, Socks, and I head up stairs to the floor Emma lives on.
When we get to Emma's floor, the four of us walk to the door to Emma and Jessie's gym/chill room thing then Nova knocks on the door.
"COME IN." I hear Cairo shout then Nova and I walk into the room.
"She's tall as hell." Someone mumbles.
"LITTLE SOLO." Morgan Brian shouts then she runs and jumps into my arms.
Yes I am Hope Solo's daughter.
"You're alive?" Lindsey Horan asks.
"Lindsey." Tobin scolds.
"Lindsey there's this great gadget called a phone." I say as I hug Moe. "You should learn how to fucking use one."
"Hey Katana." Kelley says as I put Moe down.
Once Moe's down, I walk up to Kelley and smack the fuck out of her.
"WOAH." Someone shouts
"I'm grown now so I can hit you." I say.
"I deserved that." Kelley says as she holds her face.
"You just had to be a whore and break up my Mom's marriage." I say. "Why couldn't you just go fuck that cunt Carli?"
"You're Hope Solo's daughter?" Someone says.
"Yeah." I say. "My name is Katana Cleopatra Solo."
My mom choose my first name while my dad choose my Middle name.
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