Tyra was hired to babysit a baby boy named Alex for one of the most famous basketball players that also had an older son walking in his fathers steps.
I believe that's all you need to know to know where things might go....or do you?
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"Hell no," I said as I went into my room to try to get away from my mom, but instead of getting away, she just followed me.
"Steph, tell your son to change him! I want him to learn how to do it."
"I do know how to do it! It's just that I don't choose too, and I'm not going too. Now get out, please."
"When did he just become my son," Dad said as he entered my room with little me. "Listen to your mother Ahmad, it'll only take a few seconds to change him."
"Now that's a lie," I whined as Alex reached out for me. "The stuff y'all be feeding this baby takes hours for someone to change him...damn."
I laid him on my bed and undid his diaper. I looked over my shoulder and saw that mom and dad was watching me.
"Do you mind?," I laughed. My mother smiled and rolled her eyes while walking out my room; Dad started to laugh and walk toward me.
"Meet me in the basketball court," was all he said.
He walked out of my room and I looked back at Alex who had big eyes.
"What are you looking at," was all I said when I finished his diaper.
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I sat him up straight and caressed him in my arms and took him in his room. His bed was awaiting him with stickers of basketballs and everything else.
"Go to sleep and I'll get you when I get you," I said as I laid him down.
As soon as he was in his little crib, he started to cry. "Ugh, mama," I whined as I went to go find her.
While, Alex was in mommy's care, I changed into my joggers and t-shirt.
"Ooo, I know I'm sexy," I said as I took a picture in the mirror.
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I started to head to the basketball court and saw my Dad sitting on the ball in his shorts.
"I'm here," I said as I stepped in front of him.
"Sit down," he said as he passed me a basketball. I sat on it and looked at him and said," Am I in trouble, cause I didn't do it."
He smiled while shaking his head and said," No, your not in trouble, but I wanna talk to you about the championships."
"Oh hell yeah, it's gonna be so lit. To hear the crowd calling your number and name. For the crowd o be cheering for your team. I'm excited."
"Yeah. Ahmad, I want you to be ready for what the other team throws at you. You've seen me get shoved and pushed on purpose by some sorry ass player on the other team and I know how your temper is. I just want you to be ready, so this is what we're going to do today."
I got up and helped him up too. He started to dribble the ball. "I want you to take the ball without actually touching no part of me. If I feel the slightest touch, we'll do it over."
"Are you serious right now?," I questioned. "That's almost impossible."
"It's not impossible if I do it. Now shut up and try."
"This is stupid," I mumbled as I tried to take the ball. He dribbled it into his other hand and smirked at me.
"C'mon now Ahmad, you my son you can do better than that!," he said as he started to back away from me and shot from a 3-pointer.
"Alright, you asked for it," I said as I ran up to him and tried to block his shot by taking the ball. I took the ball and made a 3-pointer.
"Ooo, see its not that hard."
"You touched my hand though." As he said that, my shoulders and face went limp.
"Again!," he said as he grabbe the ball and started dribbling it in between his legs.
"I won't shoot this time, but I will move around. In the championships, they will do anything to win. C'mon try," he said as he started to move around.
"C'mon keep up with me." I started too follow him around the gym while trying to stop him from dribbling. He started to slow the ball down and I knew I had to concentrate.
I started to follow the movement in his feet and finally took the ball.
He finally stopped and said," Now we can play ball." ~~~ I plopped down on my bed, tired and ready to shut my eyes when my mom came in my room with her laptop.
"Sorry to disturb you, but is she okay?"
I rose slowly from my bed and said," What are you talking about?"
"For a babysitter. You said she had to be cute and I believe she's beautiful. Her name is Tyra and she's seventeen looking for someone to babysit and I think she perfect."
I looked at her profile picture on her website and said," She's pretty."
"That's all you gonna say?," mom asked as she stood up from my bed.
"What else you want me to say? I said she's pretty."
"Your not excited or nothing. It's whatever to me, I'm going to give her a call tomorrow cause you doing too much," she said as she walked out my door and closed it.
I sighed and turned around on my bed and looked at the time. 10:53. "Oh hell no, goodnight me."
