new rules ✧ klay thompson

1

5 weeks later

I finished my daily drills with Stephen as we both chugged a bottle of Gatorade as we splashed each other. Coach Kerr notified us that we would have to clean up our little mess.

"No man, I'm serious don't you ever want to settle down? Have a family, a wife to come home to, and the support of a wholesome family. " Stephen explained, popping a mint in his mouth.

"The thing is that I already have a family. My siblings and my parents that's all I need right now." I stated, ignoring the looks I was getting from my teammates. I could say that the past few weeks I've been out of control. I may have accidentally called my teammates 'stupid ass niggas'. But In my defense I was drunk.

"I know you have a family. But don't you want to start a family of your own. Begin the process of becoming a father or husband. Because they keep you on your feet, trust me."  Stephen told me, ignoring the looks that our teammates were giving us.

"I can't right now, Stephen. I want to finish my NBA career strong and I can't do that with a kid. I'm not complex enough to do that. I'm a very messy person and bringing a child in my little fiasco won't be right." I confessed.

"Whatever you do man, you know I will always got your back." Stephen clarified, walking into the locker room. I nodded my head, I've been struggling lately on my shot. Sometimes I think it's because I'm always hungover or drowsy. But to say the least, I'm disappointing everyone.

•••

I walked into my home, slamming the door shut as I threw my keys on the table. I sighed, looking over at the mess. Bills, newspapers, and documents.

"Fuck." I mumbled, seeing a tow truck drive near my house as I immediately ran outside. Begging to not take my only way of transportation away. Especially on a Friday night.

"Sir you haven't paid your car in the last few months. Considering you were traveling we didn't want to stress you out so we held it back for a month. But it's still not paid." the driver stated, completing his job as he hooked up his truck to my car.

I plopped myself on my couch, sighing as I covered my face with my hands. Their was a knock on the door, as I frustratedly for up. Expecting it to be the guy. But it wasn't. It was a woman who seemed very familiar.

"Hi, I don't think you remember me but I'm Camila." The woman spoke, struggling to keep her balance as she looked nervous.

"I'm Klay, what brings you here?" I questioned, hoping not to be disrespectful. I know I've seen her before but after all hangovers I couldn't seem to put all the pieces together.

"We had–sex before and now I'm expecting with your child." The women mumbled. Sighing as she nervously clutched onto her purse.

Did the world just want me to become a father. When I wasn't ready? 

"I'm sorry can you just give me your number so I can contact you whenever I can. I just need to process this." I ordered, waiting as Camila entered her digits into my phone.

"I hope to receive a call from you very soon."

Everything seems so coincidental. I barely know how to take care of myself. I can't take care of someone other than myself. But in these situations I can't choose to be a coward.

•••

Since this is the first official chapter it's shorter than my regular chapters. But I hope it's enough to understand how Klay has been and how he feels now that he's going to be father.

Much gratitude,