new rules ✧ klay thompson

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I ran my fingers through my spine, as I drank a few beers putting me in ease. I could feel the liquid stinging in my throat as I devoured all of the remaining bottles. A father? Really? Dad. Who takes care of their child? Father. Full responsibility of a child.

I was certain that we had used protection that night, but I guess I was wrong. I knew I had to talk to the only person who is not mad at me Stephen.

I dialed his digits on my phone awaiting for Stephen to answer the phone:

Stephen: "Klay, just the man I wanted to see." Stephen spoke.

Klay: "We need to talk. Serious manner. My place: now." I ordered, hanging up the phone. That was rude, especially when it came down to Stephen as he was always here for me. But I need to get this off my chest.

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Stephen arrived styling my all-star west jersey, since I urged him to buy it for almost a month. Being the great humble being he is he decided to purchase it.

"Klay what's wrong?" Stephen asks, sitting on my couch as he spread his feet getting comfortable. I sighed, digging under my pockets reaching for a wrapper so I could have a distraction to get up. Unfortunately, their wasn't any wrappers.

"Sex." I murmur.

Stephen gasps, standing up. "You're a virgin!" Stephen exclaims falling on the ground surprised. I held him back up assuring him that in my lifetime I had sexual intercourse.

"Don't you get it...I'm going to be a father." I stammer, hiding my face in my hands. Surprised that I had accepted that fact.

Stephen gasps again, falling onto the couch processing this. He clutched his head not believing this was real. Just yesterday he was talking about how to start my family of my own. Today, I announce that I'm going to be a father. Wow.

"Yes this is real. I am going to be a father." I say, pulling up Stephen from the floor as his cheeks are red. I chuckle, seeing the face of Stephen's uncertainty.

"That's amazing." Stephen says, still in disbelief.

"It's pretty cool. But I need your advice. You're a good father to both of your daughters. So how does Stephen Curry manage to play in the NBA and raise his daughters properly?" I ask, my palms sweating.

"The team. Ayesha and I are a team. Now I'm not saying you have to fall in love with the girl. I'm just saying you have to put your son or daughter first above anything else. As  a team."  Stephen replies.

"Now contact this girl who is carrying your child and assure her that you will be their for her whenever you can. Tell her that you both will raise this child with much love and kindness." Stephen continues.

"I will." I manage to say choking on my words.

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  After Stephen left, I know I needed to handle my business. So here I was dialing the woman that was carrying our child.

"It's Klay... I've made mistakes in the past with lots of people and disappointed many people but I don't want to disappoint you or our baby." I choke, breathing heavily as the woman cleared her throat.

"Glad to hear you're on board. I was scared that I'd have to raise the baby on my own." She replies, coughing in the distance.

"I'll be here Camila, I will. In the mean time you can travel with me and the guys for road games if you want. Or if not I can leave you my brother's number." I say.

"I don't want to be a bother or distraction for you when you're on the road. I know how much the game means to you." Camila whispers.

"You're not. From now on it's you and me and all of the people." I mumble.

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Klay's 39 point game in Dallas was huge. If overtime occurred he could've tied or broken the record for most three's in a game. Thanks for reading.