Field of Dreams: Year 1

Family

A/N-I know that it's a little (well, not that little) longer part, but I hope that you'll like it;)

Amaya Harper's POV (can someone explain why do I write in so many points of views lately?!):

I was sitting in the living room of my...well, boyfriend's house. Yeah, it was a little strange to say that I had a boyfriend at the age of fifty, but here I am.

So, as I said, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a book in my hands. Honestly, I couldn't read much. I couldn't read at all. There were bunch of other things going through my head from the last week or so, so that I could read. From losing my job at the school to coming and living with Daniel.

And all the things in between. Like the fact that he was training Paige, Blake, and Olivia (I started easing to the fact that I was no longer their principal. And also, they came quite often (even for the only one week I was living in the house), so I had time to...practice?). The whole training thing both confused me and warmed my heart. The three girls were so passionate, and they were becoming better with every other day. Even though I don't understand how football works (yet), I could see that they were passing that ball with ease. Nothing could stop them when they were on that pitch (even in the backyard).

I think that I'll soon start to understand how soccer, as we called it in my previous job place, worked. That was because Daniel is watching matches almost every Sunday and Tuesday, so I just sit with him and watch how things happen. Without the help of him, of course, I couldn't even understand what happens after what. It was a complex game, I couldn't lie.

As for my relationship with Daniel...everything was going perfect. He was calmer this past two-three days, which was great. For both of us. Nothing happened, so it could disturb our tranquility and make him furious.

I still cannot believe that Mateo could do something like that. It was Daniel's choice to become a Physics teacher and help Olivia, Paige, and Blake with the trainings. He wanted to keep his identity a secret. Again, that's his choice. How could he do it? We were friends for so lon-

"That hypocrite Mateo!" I heard yelling from the hall. I knew who it was. I quickly closed the book and stood up to calm him down. We didn't need unwanted disturbances in such a good time of our lives. Mine. His. The three girls'. "That mothe-" he started saying again, but I stopped him from saying anything more by staring at him. He knew he couldn't stress about it. We'd reached a deal of being calm in the house. Except...for match days. But only during the match. If his team lost, he couldn't be mad about it. We agreed on it, so he didn't have much of a choice. "Sorry," he murmured and came closer. I pecked his lips and hugged him before he could understand what I'd attempted to do. "What were you into?"

"Reading," I replied, my head still to his chest. "But it wasn't going well," I confessed. I felt him shifting a little, so he could look me in the eyes.

"And why is that?" we started slowly heading to where I'd come.

"I was thinking about everything," I started. "Except...the book," I shrugged and chuckled at the same time. He put his hand on my shoulder and held me closer as we sat on the sofa. The book was at his right.

""Pride and Prejudice"?" he grabbed the book with his right hand. "Really?" it was as if he was mocking me. In answer, I hugged him through his stomach and closed my eyes, so we could relax in the calmness of only our breaths.

"I think we came in the wrong moment," I heard a whisper. "Should we go like we hadn't come?" I could sense Daniel smiling with his eyes also closed.

"No need for that," he suddenly said. The three girls gasped from shock and jumped on their places. They really were something else.