Wicked Love (D'Angelo Russell)

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Tuesday, December 26th, 2017

Ariel 💕

The way I wanna hug him right now, but I know we're on bad terms. I can't even bother calling him because he'll send the calls to voicemail. Trust me, I've tried this whole week.

There were times when I've called, he'd pick up but wouldn't say anything. So I decided to just leave it alone. When I get back to New York, we're most definitely fixing this shit. And he will know about his unborn child.

I'm just completely fed up.

Ariana walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. We were getting ready to head to the gym and get some shots up. We literally haven't played basketball since our senior year of HS. And that was a while ago.

I walk into the bathroom to shower and get ready too. After about 35 minutes I was out the shower. I got dressed up in my basketball attire.

Time to get to work.

*****

When we finally got back home from balling, we went to shower and then headed downstairs. We decided to just chill with everyone else.

"Do you plan on telling mom and dad today?" Ariana asked.

I nod, biting into one of the funfetti cupcakes mom made.

"I wanna sit both of them down right in this kitchen and tell them." I say.

She smiles.

"And what about for D'Angelo?" She said.

I shrug.

"I may tell him on New Years Eve, before the ball drops. We should be on good terms by then." I explain.

"I hope so. I don't wanna have to make a trip to Brooklyn to whoop some ass." She said.

I giggle.

"Please don't put those boxing skills to the test on my boyfriend." I say.

She sighs, sparing him his life. I smile.

"I'll handle it. As you and Kyle should do the same." I say.

She nods.

"I just wanna get back to him already." She said.

"I know." I say.

We both sit there for a while, in pure silence. Right before I could say something, mom and dad come walking into the kitchen. Except dad had Natalie in his arms.

"Mom! Dad!" I say, feeling my eyes get wide.

"Ariel!" Dad says.

I giggle.

"Yes baby girl?" Mom says.

"Sit down, I have to talk to you guys." I say.

They nod, taking a seat.

"You know how you guys want to meet D'Angelo right?" I say.

"Yes." They both reply.

"Well, the team will be down here to play a game against Atlanta in January." I say.

"Really? Will we get to go?" Dad asks.

"Yeah sure. I'll talk to D'Angelo about it." I say.

Both nod.

"I'll bring him over the night before, so have dinner prepared." I say.

"Okay boss." Mom says.

I shake my head, smiling. She smiles back.