new rules ✧ klay thompson

5

"I hope you understand that I'm a bit fragile after this incident with my older sister. We should consider ourselves lucky since our baby is okay." Camila tells me, sipping on her cup of tea. I nod my head being polite, after what this woman has been through how can I not?

"If she didn't get my best friend's wife sick. I would've never known the truth." I reply, giving a strong smile. I know she and the baby deserve a strong man. I hope I am the suitable option after all I'm the father of the child.

"I would've been dead. Our little bundle of joy would've been dead. I didn't think Katey was possible of doing something so..." Katey continues.

"Horrendous." We both say at the same time, I smile at her resting my hand on hers to provide warmth. I could see her goosebumps. I could tell that she needed to rest.

"The place is swarmed with police, you can stay with me while you get back on your feet. Only if you want. I'd be happy to get you a hotel–" I say, but pause as the woman instructs me to stop.

"I'm fine. I'll crash with a friend or something. Really I don't want to intrude." Camila explains.

"You're the mother of my child. You are carrying the best gift possible. How can I not provide you with a comfortable place to rest in. I'd actually like it if you came." I spat back, grinning as the woman agrees.

"Thank you Klay."

    We then proceeded to chat on about our lives and what we should teach our child. Wondering traits that our child would have or if they would be an athlete just like their daddy.

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I carry the woman bridal style to where she would be sleeping in for the following months or so. Hopefully this is my Camila. I see the bruises on the woman's neck as I cover her with the warm covers. I still don't know how can a sibling do that to their sister and niece or nephew to come? it stills comes as a shock to me.

The next day, I woke up to the fresh scent of brewed coffee. I groan realizing my alarm didn't go off and that I had several notifications from Stephen and Draymond. 

"Fuck me." I mumble, pulling a shirt over my bare chest. I didn't realize Camila was standing by the door waiting for me.

"Donuts are downstairs along with your best friends who have angry smirks on their faces." Camila explains, walking down the hallway calmly.

I smiled stretching my arms as I hear Dray's laughter along with Steph's. Embarrassing. Embarrassing. I make my way towards the living room where Stephen and Dray are situated on the couches watching a wrestling match.

"Y'all woke me up. Now I have no other choice but to get up." I whine, pulling on Stephens hair as he slaps my face.

"It was necessary. Trust me nobody likes morning Klay." Stephen tells me,  taking a selfie with the snapchat filters on it.

"Well nobody likes you." I reply, rolling my eyes at my best friend.
                   
   Soon enough, I was bombarded with pillows. Hitting every organ and bone in my body as I scrambled to get up. I could see Draymond snap chatting me in my misery as Stephen threw various amounts of pillow.

"This is why you shouldn't have a pillow collection!" Draymond yells, smirking in my direction.

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Short chapter! But I needed to get one in since I have 16 drafts of this chapter and so on. Consider this a filler chapter, nothing really eventful. It's and update tho!