Isabella's POV
"Please." I say as I look at the most beautiful girl in the world on FaceTime.
"I guess we can go to dinner after your game tomorrow." Blake playfully says with a smile.
"Yay." I cheer with a smile making Blake giggle.
"Hey where are you?" Blake asks.
"Waiting for my friend Jasmine to finish training with the USA women's team." I say then I flip the camera around so Blake can see. "She got a bit too tipsy a couple nights ago and got sick on her clothes so I washed them and now I'm here to give them back to her."
"Ah." Blake says as I turn the camera back around so Blake's looking at me then I see Blake looking at someone behind her phone. "Alright."
"YEAH JASMINE." Someone on the ice shouts.
"Isabella I gotta go." Blake says. "I'm needed on set."
"Boo." I say making Blake smile.
"I'll give you kisses at dinner to make up for it." Blake says.
"Ooh yay." I say then Blake gets real close to her phone.
"Bye Mommy." Blake whispers.
"You behave." I say making Blake laugh.
"I'll call you later." Blake says.
"Can't wait." I say then we hang up.
After we hang up I look at Waffles.
"Waffles I am so whipped." I say. "And I am so okay with that."
Waffles smiles at me then she adjust her head on her paws.
As I'm looking at Waffles my phone rings so I look at it and see one of my brothers FaceTiming me.
"Hey dude." I say as I answer it.
"Hey."
"Bro." I say as I look at my favorite quarterback on FaceTime.
"You need a haircut." I say.
"The barber shop here had a fire so while they're fixing it we have relaxed haircut standards." My brother Andrés says.
Andrés goes to West Point and is the quarterback for the Army football team.
"At least your hair grows." My youngest brother Omari says as he appears next to his brother.
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