testing the waters ➳ stephen curry & klay thompson ✔️

Chapter 43- Little Girls Everywhere

(Lyric is the little girl in the picture.)

*Klay's POV*

It's almost 6 am, and Hannah calls me. I don't answer the first call because, obviously I was sleeping. I wait up a little while, but she doesn't call back.. 

Must have not been that important then. 

I'm finally relaxing again, just as soon as I feel myself drifting away again, she calls. Destiny sleepily groans, "Answer it!" 

"Okay!" I exclaimed, and she rolls over falling back asleep. 

If only she knew.

I get up really fast and walk into the bathroom shutting the door, then turning on the sink. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Hello? Yes?" She answers. 

"What do you need woman?"

"You've been dodging my calls"

"For a reason. I've moved on. I moved on a long time ago."

"This has nothing to do with moving on!!" She exclaimed, she sounded upset. 

"What does it have to do with then?" I asked. 

There was a long pause. 

"I sent you like 500 texts and I called you a bunch. I'm done being nice. You've forced me to act childish. It's too late for us to 'talk' about it. I'm all about action now." she says, huffing out a big breath afterwards. 

"Wait, what are you talkin-" I started, but she hung up dead in my face. 

What the hell is her goddamn problem? Well, after that there's no way i'm gonna be able to go back to sleep. So I start brushing my teeth.

I'm drying my mouth and I look over at my phone, and it's blowing up. I suck my teeth and pick it up. Everyone's tweeting. Even people I know personally and work with. Blake starts to call me, but I decline it, trying to figure out what's going on, on my twitter timeline. He calls me again and I answer cause obviously if he calls twice, it's important. 

"Yes?" I answered impatiently. 

"Brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" His deep voice echoed, pissing me off more. 

"What do you want?" I growled. 

"Hannah went to the media." 

"Went to the media about what?" I questioned. 

"Y'all's daughter..." He says nonchalantly. 

"What daughter? Who?" I asked, not sure if my ears are fucking with me or not. 

"Apparently you and Hannah have a child together. She's on Good Morning America right now playing the dead beat daddy card." 

"I don't have a child with Hannah. We broke up years ago. That's impossible." I sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"The child is about 4 years old, if we're being honest. It's very possible." He laughs. 

"This really isn't funny. What am I gonna do?" I started to panic. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot your wife is crazy as hell." 

"I gotta go Blake." I said as I hung up, slamming my phone down on the counter. I step outside of the bathroom and look over at my sleeping wife. It's a blessing she's not awake. I slide on my slippers and grab my jacket and phone again, heading out the door, but making sure I close it quietly.