City of Champions: Jalen Hurts

31: BONUS CHAPTER

"Nasir." Jalen straight faced his son. "What did I just finish tellin' you?"

The year and a half year old turned away from the trophy case that held Jalen's Super Bowl ring and MVP trophy, looking innocently up at his father. The toddler knew he'd done wrong.

"I see 'dat." Nas said, pointing at the case that held the ring.

About 25 rare Sapphires and 60 white diamonds adorned the piece of jewelry that signified one of Jalen's biggest accomplishments. After a subpar year and another early playoff exit a year ago, Jalen and the Eagles gutted out a Super Bowl win over Joe Burrow and the Bengals.

"Ask, then." Jalen said, picking the toddler up and opening the trophy case. "Here."

Nasir smiled at his father. "Uncle Jordan has 'dat."

"I know." The quarterback looked around, noticing how quiet it was. "What y'all doin' in there?"

"It was Maia!"

Jalen huffed, placing Nasir on the ground. Raising triplets was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in life, if not the hardest. They were very smart but also very bad.

He walked into the room with Nasir walking close behind. "Y'all betta' not..."

The quarterback rounded the corner, looking at the horror that awaited him in his bedroom. The girls had made a mess of their mother's clothes, soccer jerseys and expensive dresses hanging loosely over their small bodies.

"Ight." Jalen nodded his head, looking around the master bedroom. "I ain't even gon' say nothin'."

The girls looked at each other. "I sorry, Daddy."

"Don't worry 'bout it." He said. "Grandma gon' be here in a minute."

Arya frowned, walking over to her Dad with Reese's Olympic soccer jersey hanging on her body. "No. Her said sit down in the couch and don't move."

"Yeah. Well..." Jalen picked her up. "I used to get my ass whooped so consider ya' self lucky."

"I not want my ass whooped."

The quarterback looked at her, watching her wrestle thick curls from in front of her big brown eyes. "I don't want that shit, neitha'. You gotta stop doin' dumb shit. You too, Maia. Nas the only one of y'all that I don't gotta talk to about stuff every day. What I'ma tell Mama?"

"Daddy." Maia spoke up. "Mommy said don't say that word."

Jalen sighed. "Which one?"

"Shit." Maia whispered, using her small hand to cover her mouth.

He didn't stand there and lecture them for too much longer because these things tended to turn into curse word battles amongst the children that Reese was gonna find out about. Jalen didn't want it to get there right now.

Instead, Jalen loaded the kids into his truck so they could catch their flight to Washington DC.

Reese Davis, the former bulldog, was able to make a return to pro soccer and did everything that she was supposed to do. She'd led her team, the Washington Spirit, to the women's soccer championship and did a damn good job in doing so.

"I see Uncle Jordan." Arya yelled, pointing to the Jumbotron.

Jalen flinched, seeing as she was right next to his ear. She always wanted to be carried whereas the other two didn't mind walking. Nevertheless, he looked up at the screen to see his teammate and Reese's older brother. They were interviewing both friends and family before the game.

"And TT Layla."

Layla was at the sideline interview with Jordan, cutting up as usual.

"I got a message from Reese that I have to give."