Let Them In (Book 3.0) -INTERSEX

Chapter 20

Hope

"Kick it Right here, little Bambi!" I yell at Imani, grinning widely.

Currently, She and I are on a grass field down the street from my parent's house, surrounded by orange cones and her new kid's soccer goal. Iris is enjoying her spa day, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to go over a few drills that Imani's coach assigned for her soccer team.

I watch as she skillfully dribbles the ball between the cones with her tiny feet, her ponytail bobbing behind her. She closes in on the goal, and once she reaches the last cone, she stops and deliberates which side of the goal she wants to kick it in.

"Bet you can't make it, goblin," I tease, bouncing in front of her with a mischievous grin.

"Shut up, Hope!" she shrieks, her eyes narrowed in determination. "I got this!"

Her high-pitched voice only makes me laugh harder as I put my arms out, ready to block whatever she throws my way. She smirks at me and fakes a kick to the right before kicking left, landing the ball directly into the goal. I fall flat on my face, a little annoyed that I let a 5-year-old outsmart me.

"Where did you even learn that?" I yell, standing up and dusting off my pants.

"Coach Mike taught me before Christmas break," she says proudly, running to the goal and kicking the ball back out.

I shake my head in disbelief and walk away, grabbing some water. My dad joins me, leaning against the bench with crossed arms and an amused expression.
"Kid's got some skills," she remarks, nodding towards Imani.

"Yeah, you see that, huh," I say as my phone buzzes beside me. I pick it up to read the text.

I just got to the spa, but I have a problem.

What's the problem, Bambi?

I drink some water, watching Imani practice more as I wait for Iris to reply.

I don't feel comfortable letting some rando rub down my body.

I snicker and text her back.

Lol, So cancel your spa day then.

Hell, no! Mama's gotta get her alone time. Plus, there are so many other things to do here. Thank you again.

Of course, Bambi. But you don't like massages, so what else is there to do then?

Um. I didn't say I didn't like massages... I just said I didn't want one from a random person.

I roll my eyes at her text and smirk, knowing exactly what she's asking for.

Mhmm, Okay. Well, enjoy your day at the spa.

Iris and I have held back from going further; it's been nothing but kissing and the occasional groping, mostly because I wanted to prove to myself that our connection went beyond just physical attraction. As much as I thought I would hate it. I find myself surprisingly at ease with the idea of giving up my player lifestyle for her. I suppose only time will tell if this feeling will continue, but for now, I'm embracing the change.

I put my phone down and glance towards my dad and Imani. I think she's excited to have an older child around who can actually play sports with her again. Faith was never into sports; I played basketball from middle school to my senior year in high school but never continued after graduation. Though Grayson is her first and only grandchild, the little guy doesn't quite understand how to play sports like this yet. Plus, Imani gives my dad a run for her money, effortlessly performing a spin move that leaves her in the dust.