morgan ➸ stephen curry

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Morgan

"That's how you win in basketball!" Stephen yelled as he shot another three pointer.

I heard Taylor groan but I kept on going because I was determined to beat him. We made a bet that whoever won would have to take care of Josiah tonight. The girls were down by six points.

I grabbed the ball and started dribbling to the outside. Klay came up to me and smacked his hand on the ball, making it go out of bounds. The ball hit Josiah in the head causing him to start crying loudly.

"Steph, get your child," Klay laughed.

Stephen groaned and looked back at me. "You got daddy duty."

"It's your turn!" He yelled back.

"Nope," I laughed.

"Ugh," he walked towards me and bent down to my level. "You're making me look like a pussy in front of them."

"Good," I smirked while pushing him away. He walked towards him and picked him up. I followed and grabbed my phone to take a picture.

"Really, Morgan?"

"Smile," I cheesed.

He rolled his eyes as I snapped a photo of them two. Stephen was looking down at him, smiling as he cradled him.

"He's quiet now," he said as Josiah stopped crying. He put him back onto the blankets and looked back at me.

"You're pretty good with kids," I commented.

"Of course," he replied jogging back onto the court. And there goes his big ego.

"Little self centered dick," I mumbled to myself.

Taylor, Emma, and I continued playing against Klay, Stephen, and Draymond.

"You're going down, baby girl," Steph told me as he dribbled around me. I lounged at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He started laughing as he passed the ball to Klay. Klay made it as I still had my arms wrapped around Steph's back. "What are you doing? This is like a huge foul."

"Why did you have to make it, Klay?" I groaned as I received the ball. I dribbled and Stephen came up to me. I pivoted in my position and shot the ball, making a three.

"Damn," I heard him whisper under his breath.

"Where you at, Steph?" I laughed.

"In your ass," he winked.

Klay passed it to Draymond as he shot for a three, there goes our chances of winning. "How much more time do we have?"

"Ehh, twenty seconds," Stephen replied.

"Ugh."

Taylor started dribbling, shooting but missing her three. Geez, this sucks. I have to take care of the doll tonight.

Groaning, as I heard Stephen's alarm go off. Looks like I won't get much sleep.

"Haha," Stephen bickered as I neared him. "You have to take care of him."

"Shut the hell up," I replied. "You have to carry him tomorrow around the school."

"Bitch, no I don't." I slapped his neck with the back of my hand after he said that. "What the hell?"

"Call me that again," I said. He rubbed his neck and stared at me, his lips parted but he never said anything. I was getting tired of him calling me names.

"Wardell!" Someone yelled. I scrunched my face, who's that? We both turned around and saw a girl walking towards Stephen.

"One of your little hoes is back," Klay commented and as he started walking towards my way, getting away from the entrance.