Waking up to the touch of a little hand, I open my eyes to see bubba standing before me and Aaliyah.
"Hey bubba." Aaliyah moves to the sound of my voice, but I doesn't wake up. I quietly get out of Aaliyah's grip and take Nate to the kitchen to see if he'll eat his oatmeal from this morning. Standing by the microwave waiting for the oatmeal to get hot, I hold my baby boy and I can feel the warmth his warmth on my skin through his shirt. My poor bubba..I hate seeing him sick like this.
"You gonna try and eat for me?" He shakes his head no then sneezes. "God bless you." I get the oatmeal out the microwave, put some Gatorade in his sippy cup and we go back to the livingroom to see Aaliyah sitting up on the couch. "Hey look who's up."
"You gonna try to feed him again?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna give it another go. He needs to eat something."
After a couple spoonfuls, he starts to push it away.
"Come on bubba. Eat for me buddy." He buries his face in my chest.
"I hate this.." She groans.
"I know, me too. Hopefully those antibiotics will start clearing the strep throat soon. I feel like this is going to last longer than the weekend, so I'll take care of Riley next week, until he gets over it."
"Thank you."
"It's no problem. I'll have a lot of free time on my hands anyway."
"Just because you're benched, doesn't mean you're just completely off the team. You continue to study and you'll get your job back...given there's nothing wrong with your shoulder." I sigh. "Colin, we already talked about it."
"And there's nothing wrong."
"Well, let's get some proof....did you not say anything to the medical staff?"
"I mentioned it..."
"And they still let you play?"
"Well I told them I was fine."
"And they left it at that?"
"Well...yeah."
"Don't you think it's a little shady that they didn't make SURE their starting quarterback was okay?"
"Why do you care all of a sudden?" I ask.
"Why don't you care?"
"I care."
"Doesn't seem like it."
"I care Aaliyah. Which is why I'm gonna try and fight for my job back."
"I think that's your problem."
"What, that I work too hard?"
"You work too hard for people that aren't willing to work hard for you."
"You know who you sound like..."
"Who?" She asks, lookin at me sideways.
"Them crazy ass Twitter fans that say this organization's trying to sabotage me."
"I've read some things, and it doesn't sound as crazy as it seems."
"You're crazy. Just like those know it all fans."
I get up and hand bubba over to her so I can go take the bowl to the kitchen. I come back in and they're watching Mickey Mouse Club House. A TV show I'm all too familiar with. Both kids are hooked on it.I hop on Instagram and come across Aaliyah's picture. She finally unblocked me a while back. Her ass must have been sneaking up on us while we were in the kitchen earlier.
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No Letting Go [Completed]
FanfictionTime to hold on to something that never should have been let go.