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Twelve days.

288 hours.

17, 280 minutes.

That's how long it's been since I saw Kyle, touched Kyle, in person. For a week after the declaration that he would be Blake's dad everything was fine. He had two home games, one of which Blake went to, and an open practice she got to watch. He picked Blake up from one of my shoots to take her out for a "date" that she wouldn't stop talking about for three days. We had dinner everyday except for once and we generally spent all our free time together.

That is, up until he had to go to Utah.

Then the Bay.

Then Houston.

Then Cleveland.

I knew at some point of the season they would go on a run of away games. My dad did it, my uncle did it, and my brothers do it; it wasn't a surprise. I guess I just didn't anticipate how hard it would be when my...boyfriend? friend? baby daddy? had to go.

I wasn't a punk bitch when it came to long distance relationships. It came with the job and it never bothered me before. And then Kyle Kuzma came along.

Splendid.

Now the only thing I wanted was for him to come home. Blake had asked about him every single day despite her knowing where he was and the FaceTime calls they shared. In that short week she had gotten used to her "daddy" (her calling him that still hasn't grown on me) being there for her and now that he wasn't it was taking a toll.

Not only that, I'd starting filming and recording for my upcoming movies. One about a group of girls who get lost in an alternative dimension and the other, an animated film about the secret life of pets. My schedule had been completely filled for the last couple weeks and I know she wasn't a fan of that either.

I was suppose to be in the studio from 10:30 to 12 last night, a short two and a half hour shift. My short two and a half hour shift turned into a long five and a half hour session and I felt like I was going to sink into my mattress at any moment. All I was missing was a crazy white bitch and a tea cup.

My alarm clock had been going off for thirty minutes but I couldn't bring myself to finally dismiss it and when my doorbell rang incessantly I was tempted to leave whoever it was behind the wooden frame.

After the fifth round of knocks and chimes I found myself groaning and whining before slowly sitting on the side of my bed, yawning, and finding my feet.

"Go away!" I shout grouchily. I don't even know who it was; I rarely got visitors.

I look in the peep hole and can't even force myself to be happy. I unlock the door and turn back around, dragging my tired feet back to the mattress calling out my name. I hear the door open behind me and their voices immediately fill my hallway.

"Mommy!"

"Baby!"

I throw my body on my bed and look up at them.

"Yes, babies?" I get comfortable again and close my eyes. The bed dips beside me and arm comes around my waist.

"You don't seem too happy to see me." He sounded disappointed and had I been fully fueled I probably would've felt terrible.

I roll over lazily and look into Kyle's eyes before kissing him. "I am happy. I missed you."

"I missed you too. Are you okay? I sent Blake to her room so we could be alone for a little."

I nod to soothe his worry, my heavy lids closing once again. "I had a five hour session in the middle of the night yesterday, is all. I just need a couple more hours of sleep and I'll be fine. Thanks for picking Blake up."

I feel his thumb graze my cheek before he kissed my forehead. "I'm going to take her to breakfast; I'll be back later, okay?" He earns another nod from me and I feel him get up. I make myself comfortable before it's ruined again.

"Are you coming, mommy?" Blake asks, directly in my ear.

"No, Blake. Go have fun with Kyle, baby." I brush her off, too tired to even give her my undivided attention.

"Daddy said we would go out."

There's a crushing feeling in my chest and I ignore it, used to the emotion the D word brings out by now. No matter how wrong it seemed.

"Later Blake. Now go." She kisses my cheek before leaving and I sigh in bliss upon hearing the door close.

Finally.



The door bell rings just as I'm finishing brushing my teeth. I had gotten up maybe thirty minutes ago and I felt so much better.

Note to self: If they ask you to do that again, quit.

I wasn't actually going to quit but I really never wanted to do that again. I rinse my mouth and speed walk to the door, now eager to see my family. I unlock the door and my smile immediately widens.

"You're in a better mood I see." Kyle bends down and gives me a kiss. "I'm going to put her down, a'ight?" I nod but follow him to Blake's room anyway. I watch as he cautiously takes off her shoes and jacket and then tucks her in with a kiss to the forehead.

lub dub, lub dub, lub dub, the heart went.

He looks over to me and smiles. "Can I get a proper welcome now?"

I grin and literally jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. His deep chuckle resonates through my ears while his humble cologne wafts around me. Mmm, that's got to be Gucci. Kyle carries me back into my room and dumps me on the bed, climbing over me shortly after.

"I really missed you." He mumbles into my neck. I have to stifle a girlish giggle at the feeling and continue rubbing his head. I start to hum a sound of agreement before realizing something.

"You cut your hair?" I push his head off me and scoot over so I can get a full look.

"Ky, what the hell!" I groan, flopping on the mattress. "That was my hair too! We have to discuss these things, bae!"

He raises an eyebrow. "Bae?"

I pause. "Not the point! Why, Kyle? Is this because Lonzo cut his? I promise you the light skin connection doesn't have to be that connected."

He just chuckles and pulls me on his lap. "Hey, so you know how when we first, first started talking I was saying how my mom wanted to meet you?"

I squint my eyes and slowly nod. "Well, she's here, uh, in L.A."

I stare back and him with a blank expression. I had fully processed what he had said and I was waiting for the quick downfall of this conversation.

"Um, she, um, and my siblings actually, were, uh," He was stumbling, and kept scratching his neck. This wasn't going to be good.

"They...wanted to like, I don't know, meet...you?"

My expression doesn't change as I allow a couple blinks to come through. Kyle's gazing at me expectantly and I can only stare at him.

"What?"

His neck and ears tint pink as a nervous laugh forces it's way past him lips.

"I sorta, kinda, might've told them you would meet them tonight. At my place. We would eat?"

"Kyle..." I start, already feeling the light mumble of a headache and the irritating ring looping through my ears.

"They're nice. You don't have to bring Blake, but As, it's been a month. Come on-"

"Kyle, stop talking. I'm good. We're good, remember? No sweat, this was coming eventually, right? I'm fine."

I wasn't fine.

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