Falling In Love

VII. Yeet Prodigy

Chapter Seven...Yeet Prodigy

My brows snapped together as I watched Amias do the Yeet Chant, his tiny frame bouncing with excitement in front of the monitor backstage.

Joshua was making his entrance in the wrestling ring, the crowd roaring with energy as he moved his arms up and down, soaking in the cheers. Amias was mimicking his father's every move, his voice ringing out, "Daddy! Yeet!"

Laughter bubbled around us, and I couldn't help but smile. "He's a prodigy; Josh may have two sons follow him into the business," Joe remarked, his eyes twinkling as he approached us. His mouth curled up at the corners, radiating warmth.

"Yeah, he was spearing his teddy bears earlier in the hotel," I replied, a lopsided grin breaking through. The thought of our two-year-old wrestling with plush toys was both adorable and hilarious.

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Oh, does Josh know about this?" he asked, just as Amias jumped into his arms, giggling. Joe steadied him, keeping the little one from jerking around too much.

"Oh yeah, I recorded it and sent it to him. He's talking about buying him some dummies to practice on," I said, raising my eyebrows in mock seriousness.

Joe threw his head back and laughed. "Sounds like a Josh response," he said, shaking his head.

Amias cheered, eyes glued to the monitor as Joshua grappled in the ring. "You think he understands what Joshua is doing in the ring?" I asked Joe, glancing at my son, who was so immersed in the spectacle.

"He's an Anoa'i Fatu; it's in his blood," Joe declared, puffing out his chest proudly.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah, the Samoan dynasty," I replied, but the truth was, I felt a warmth in my chest at the thought of Amias being part of such a legacy.

"Hey, you're just jealous you ain't in the club," Joe teased, poking fun at me.

"Sir, my father is Samoan-Guadeloupean from the village of Fagatogo," I shot back in perfect Samoan accent, wanting to assert my identity, even in jest.

"I thought you were just Puerto Rican! I could have sworn you only spoke Spanish last week when we were standing in front of you talking in Samoan," Joe replied, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

"Oh, that was me being nosey," I admitted with a smirk. "No one ever expects me to be Samoan, so I don't mention it until I feel like I need to."

Joe shook his head in mock disbelief. "So, you were just gonna let us talk about you in Samoan and not say a thing about it?"

"Yup," I said with a grin, feeling a little mischievous.

Just then, Amias clapped his hands as Joshua won his match, and the atmosphere around us shifted with excitement. Jonathan and Sefa walked by, and Amias erupted with glee. "He knows his uncles!" Jonathan exclaimed, scooping Amias out of Joe's arms.

"He's only excited 'cause you share the same face as his father," Joe joked, watching the interaction with amusement.

Sefa joined in, tickling Amias and sending him into fits of laughter. "Hey, y'all better not talk about Charm in Samoan anymore. Turns out she's Samoan from Fagatogo," Joe warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

Jonathan and Sefa turned to me, surprised expressions plastered on their faces. "What?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Charm, I'm telling Josh," Jonathan said, his voice carrying a tone of mock seriousness.

I shrugged, crossing my arms. "Go ahead," I replied nonchalantly, even as Amias squealed, "Daddy!" He wiggled out of Jonathan's hold, darting towards the approaching Joshua.

"Your baby mama is Samoan," Jonathan announced with a teasing grin.

"What?" Joshua asked, his nose wrinkling in confusion.

"Charm is mixed. She's Puerto Rican, Samoan, and Guadeloupean," Jonathan replied, his tone light but serious enough to warrant Joshua's attention.

"Ain't no way," Joshua said, a smirk creeping onto his face, one that always made my heart skip a beat.

"Amias, what is your favorite Samoan number?" I asked, wanting to show off my son's burgeoning knowledge.

"Iva!" Amias chirped, proudly saying the number nine in Samoan, a delight that spread through my chest like sunshine.

The playful banter continued, laughter intertwining with the sounds of the event happening just beyond our little group. The camaraderie among the wrestlers and their families felt like a warm blanket, wrapping us all in a sense of belonging. I loved these moments, watching Amias grow up surrounded by love, laughter, and the spirit of wrestling that filled the air.

As Joshua finished his post-match rituals, he made his way over to us, his energy infectious. "What's this I hear about my baby momma being Samoan?" he asked, feigning incredulity as he ruffled Amias's hair.

I laughed, meeting his gaze. "Just a little family history. You never asked," I replied playfully.

"Well, I guess I missed out on some important facts," he shot back, grinning.

Amias, oblivious to the adult humor, held up his hands. "Daddy! Yeet!" he exclaimed, mimicking the crowd once more, and Joshua laughed, lifting him into his arms.

"I've got some serious competition," Joshua said, looking at me with a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "He's gonna outshine me one day, isn't he?"

"Maybe, but he's still got a lot to learn," I replied, a mix of seriousness and playfulness in my tone.

The noise of the backstage area pulsed with life; other wrestlers chatted and laughed, family members caught up, and the thrill of the match lingered in the air. The scent of sweat and excitement was almost tangible, reminding me of all the years we had spent in this environment.

"Are you ready for the next show?" Joshua asked, his voice low and focused, a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

"Always," I replied, the thrill of the upcoming event igniting a spark in me.

Joe approached us again, a teasing smile on his face. "You know, if Amias keeps this up, we're gonna have to get him a custom title belt. Something like 'The Future Champ' or 'Mini Fatu'."

"Don't tempt him," I said, shaking my head with a smile. "He already thinks he can take down teddy bears."

"I'm telling you, he's destined for greatness," Joe said with a wink.

As the night wore on, the joy and laughter continued, weaving through our conversations and filling the space around us with warmth. I found myself lost in the moment, grateful for this life we were building together.

I glanced at Joshua, who was playfully wrestling with Amias, and a rush of affection washed over me. The world of wrestling had its challenges, but it also provided us with a community, a family, and most importantly, the chance to create our own legacy.

"Let's make sure to capture every moment," I said, pulling out my phone to snap a picture of the two of them, my heart swelling as I captured their joy.

Amias's laughter rang out, and I knew, that whatever the future held, we would face it together—strong and united.