Alex POV - one week later
I wander through the lobby of the hotel in search of Sawyer, but don't see her anywhere.
"Momma!"
I turn and she crashes into me.
I wrap my arms around her, "Hi, my baby."
"I missed you, momma." She says.
"Missed you too. You good?"
She sighs, "Yeah."
I lean down to her ear, "You're sure?"
She looks up at me and I can tell that something is going on.
She shakes her head.
"Okay, you want to go breakfast?" I ask.
She's about to speak, "Well, well, well if it isn't Alex Morgan or is it Carrasco now?"
I turn and smile, "It's always been Carrasco, coach, you know that."
She chuckles, "Well, your little mini me is sure to follow in your footsteps."
I glance at Sawyer who is staring at Maverick.
"She's talented, that's for sure. We're proud of her no matter what."
She smiles softly, "Well, what have you been up to now that you're retired?"
"Being a mom. Still running my foundation and my media company, staying busy."
She smiles, "Well, that's great. Any thoughts about coaching?"
I chuckle, "I'm only interested in being there for my kids, coaching Charlie's AYSO team and such."
She nods, "That sounds wonderful. Sawyer, you coming to breakfast?"
I interrupt Sawyer, "Actually, can I snag her for breakfast with me?"
She glances at Sawyer and then back to me, "Of course, just be back by 10:30."
"Will do. Come on, baby."
I wrap my arm around her and pull her with me.
"Hows school going, baby?" I ask.
She sighs, "It's hard, but it's fine, all of the accommodations make it manageable."
I nod, "Did you decide on a major yet?"
She stops abruptly, "I can't. It's too hard."
I sigh, "You can, just have to find something that you're passionate about, build on your strengths."
"I only care about soccer." She deadpans.
We continue walking, "That's not true, baby. I mean, you do love sports, so maybe that's an option, but I also know that you care about people."
"I care about my people." She says.
I kiss her head, "Why are you being so tough right now?"
She shrugs.
We walk into a cafe and sit down, "Feel like taking off all of your armor and telling me what's going on?"
She shrugs and nods.
"Okay, what's going on?" I ask.
She stares at me, "I'm only good at soccer, momma."
I shake my head, "Why do you think that?"
"Because it's true. Makena is going to school to become a teacher. She's so smart and it's easy for her." She says.
"Baby, you can't compare yourself. We've always said that."
