Never Let Me Go

Game Set Match

::.Colin's POV.::

I throw the ball toward Quinton. He catches it easily. I ready myself for him to toss it back, but he doesn't.

"The fuck you doing?" I question, annoyed that he's taking his damn time. I'm in my zone. I'm pretty laid back, but when I get on this field, my mind is focused on football and football only.

Well, mostly football.

My priorities have changed a lot...

"You have company." He just smirks at me, and I furrow my eyebrows. "Fine company too." I notice his gaze is behind me, so I turn around and a smile immediately forms.

"Ya know," she starts, but I'm not really paying too much attention to what she's saying. Her outfit is too fire. She looks fine as hell wearing some black tights and a V-Neck 49ers shirt with my name and number on the back. I look down at her feet and see she's wearing the pair of gold and red kicks I got her a few weeks ago. Her hair is in a high ponytail and aside from her wedding ring; she only has on big gold hoops. "I honestly don't know why you like us to be here so early babe. You know she gets cranky having to sit with me and watch you for so long without any interaction." She looks over at Quinton. "Hey Q. Sorry for the interruption. Someone is being a spoiled brat." She finishes the last part, snuggling her nose into little mama's face.

She laughs, bringing her tiny hands up to her face, before reaching out toward me. "Daddy!"

Aria lifts her off her hip and reaches her to me. I lift her up in the air, making her smile and laugh. "There's my girl!"

"Traitor," Aria mutters, with a roll of her eyes. "I can't wait till she realizes I'm the one who carried her for nine months. Not you."

"Don't hate baby," I smirk, bringing Emma back down and shifting her to my left side. "You giving mommy a hard time, princess?" I kiss her temple, captivated by how the sun seems to make those green eyes stand out against her terra cotta skin. She gets her eyes from my birth mother's side of the family, but her dimples from Ari's side. She really is a combination of both of us: my smile and eyes, her mom's full lips and button nose. Ari and I have a debate or whatever about where she gets her hair from though. She has a head full of black curls, with hints of brown. Swear to God, she's perfect.

"They don't call it 'Terrible Two's' for nothing papi," Arianna sighs, grabbing Emma's little sneaker clad feet, blowing bubbles on her stomach. She basically has on the same outfit as her mom. My girls stay repping for me.

"Are you listening to mommy?" I try to deepen my voice, letting her know I'm not playing with her. I'll admit. I'm a pushover when it comes to baby girl. Whatever she wants, she gets. No questions asked. For example, she was playing with my iPad last week and asked for one. The next day, I drove by Apple and bought her one. Ari still kinda tight over that. I don't really care though. She may be spoiled, but I'm her daddy and I want her to have high expectations for a man when she starts dating in about fifty years.

She nods vigorously, "Yes sir."

Aria shakes her head in disagreement, "She can't stay seated. I keep trying to distract her with different things, but she keeps asking for you."

I frown. Aria been telling me it's hard for Emma to have to sit through practice and a game. It's my own selfish reasons for continuing to ask them to come. Having them here really calms my nerves and gives me that extra confidence.

"I wanna stay with Daddy," Emma whines, trying to wrap her little arms around my neck, laying her head on my chest.

"Manny," Aria sighs, rubbing her back. "I told you daddy has to work-"