You're My Home

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 Years Old

~NOTES~
This chapter contains suggestions of sexual themes and explicit language. Enjoy! :)

Adam's POV
Liz and I are watching Kitsen's soccer game.

"Those girls are staring at you." Liz says to me.

"No, they're staring at you, babe." Adam laughs. "I think they want you to sign their stuff."

"Ugh." Liz groans.

Kitsen gets the ball.

"Yes! Keep it moving, Kit Kat." I yell and Kitsen smiles at me.

"Is she gonna score?" Liz asks, grabbing my hand.

"I'm not sure, she's got quite a way to get to the goal." I say.

"You just don't want her to score because you promised her we'd get take out if she did." Liz laughs.

"Look, she's nearly there." I say pointing to Kitsen.

"Go on, Kitsen!" Liz yells.

Kitsen scores.

"Yes!" Liz and I cheer.

Kitsen runs over to us.

"Well done, sweetheart!" Liz smiles, hugging her.

"That was a real good goal, Kitsen." I smile, kissing her head.

"Our little soccer star." Liz grins.

"We love you so much." I say, hugging her tightly.

"You're sort of embarrassing me now." Kitsen says. "And those people are staring at you."

"Kitsen, back on pitch please." The soccer Coach says and Kitsen runs back to the pitch.

"Those people are watching you like hawks." I say to Liz, glancing at her fans on the sideline. "Are you gonna go over there?"

"How do they know it's me?" Liz asks.

"You're wearing a huge hat and sunglasses, babe." I laugh.

The fans start walking towards us.

"Are you, Liz Gillies?" One girl asks.

"No." Liz says and I try not to laugh.

"Oh my god you are! And you're Adam Huber!" She says.

"Can, can you sign my phone case?" A boy asks.

"We're really huge fans. I had no idea you'd be here today." The girl says.

"Will you sign our stuff?" The boy asks.

"No, sorry. I'm just here to watch my daughter play soccer." Liz says.

"Kitsen's not playing right now. Go on." I tease, nudging her shoulder.

"You two are lucky I have this cute guy here." Liz smiles, signing their phone cases.