Alpha Dad

Chapter 7

Scott's POV.

I went towards the field, an eager expression on my face, only to hear Coach call out from the sidelines as soon as I got on the field, gesturing to the sidelines.

"McCall! Get over here!"

Stiles shot me a confused look, to which I quickly shrugged before jogging back over to the sidelines, where he pulled me aside.

"Is something wrong, Coach?" I questioned with a eyebrow raised and he sighed.

"I think it might be best if you quit lacrosse, which, is not easy for me to say, since you're our captain, but it's what is best."

"Coach, I'm not quitting cause I have a kid."

"That's exactly why I think you should quit. You have 7 semesters left in high school, and she'll be two when you graduate. You're gonna miss two years of her life, McCall. I'm not telling you to drop out, but I think you should spend as much time with her as possible. Trust the person who had a son when he was just entering his sophomore year. I missed two years of his life cause I was playing a ton of lacrosse and betting on the school to watch my kid. I didn't get to see him walk, crawl, roll over, sit up or even speak for the first time. I don't want you to have the same regrets I have to this day."

"What?!" Stiles yelled as he and Issac came over to where I was, clapping me on the shoulder, making me smile slightly. "You can't guilt him off the team! We need him!"

"Especially since I'm moving to France in two weeks. You need as much help as you can get since I highly doubt Greenberg can fill either of our places." Issac added as Coach Finstock turned to my two friends.

"This doesn't concern you two. Now get your butts on the field or you have to do fifty laps!" He yelled, sending my two friends on their way, Stiles shooting me a somber look as I turned back to the Coach.

"I'll think about it."

"Good. Now, get on the field McCall!" He yelled harshly as I jogged over to Stiles and we started practice.

A few hours later, I had laid Chloe on her back before laying down beside her on the floor as she kicked the piano attachment on her play mat, gurgling happily the whole time at the constant noise.

"You really like that, huh Chlo?" I chuckled as she squealed and kicked at it more, just as Mom came in the room.

"Hey, sweetheart? Stiles and his Dad are gonna be here in a little bit for dinner, so if you wanna sneak a little nap in for Chloe so she won't be cranky when they get here, that might be best. I already made her a bottle." She told me before she disappeared back into the kitchen, and I lifted Chloe into my arms, immediately making her cry since I put a end to her playtime.

"Oh, Chlo. Shh, it's OK. Daddy's here." I tried to comfort her as her face turned bright red with tears running down her cheeks that I gently wiped away with my thumb before shifting her so she was facing my back before I grabbed her bottle of formula, grabbing the spit off cloth while shuffling Chloe around again and teasing her lips with the bottle.

After a few seconds, she latched her lips around the bottle and started sucking on it, her eyes already starting to close while I was trying to coax her to sleep, but not before she got fed up with the bottle, and after burping her, I put her pacifier in her mouth, and then I quietly sang to her.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbows are visions
But only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told
And some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see
Some day we'll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Bye the end of the song, she had fallen asleep and I placed her on her back in the porta crib before pulling out my homework and started to work on it, the only sounds being my pencil against the paper and my daughter's light snoring.