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020 Your Very Own | Drake & Stephen Curry

June 23, 2010
Asia and Stephen's House
12:48pm
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It was two weeks after our big news. I hadn't shares it with anyone yet. I was planning to share it on the court with a special ceremony or something but I wasn't sure yet.

She was showing a little bit. She was officially one month and he stomach was rounding a little bit.

"Come with me to practice." I said slipping my jersey over my head

She nodded and pulled her jacket over her head. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with her once wild and curly hair in a ponytail. She added some earrings and checked herself out in the mirror.

"I'm getting fat. I'm going to work out with you guys today." She said with her sweater up rubbing over her stomach

I laughed and removed her hands from her stomach and replaced them with mine.

"You not fat. Your beautiful and getting prettier everyday."

She giggled and pecked my lips.

"Let's go."

At practice
We had just walked in and the guys greeted us. I had the biggest smile on my face ba use I had something planned Asia didn't even know about.

"Aye guys come here." I called everyone over

The gathered around. Asia looked up at me with an confused expression.

"Asia's pregnant." I announced

They cheered and hugged Asia.

"I guess your Uncle Klay now." She joked with Klay

"I knew it. Y'all was too lovey dovey not to have a kid sooner or later. Any name ideas?"

"She only a month so we haven't really been thinking about names."

"Well how about this. I bet 50 dollars that it's a girl." Klay challenged

"Me too." I added

"Okay then I bet 150 that it's a boy." Asia challenged

We shook on it while me and Klay laughed.

"Your wrong baby sis." He laughed then jogged back onto the court

I set my bag on the 1 bleacher kissed her forehead then jogged into the court behind Klay. Throughout practice she was on the base line copying our exercises. The guys looked at me weirdly at first, seeing that she was serious about losing the weight she ran the suicides with us until I stopped her.

I acted as if I was running back to the baseline but instead picked her up and twirled her around.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she rested against me

"I'm getting fat." She half whined and half panted

"Your pregnant and running like that will hurt the baby."

She pouted.

"Fine. I'm getting hungry anyway."

"Pregnancy cravings?" I laughed

She laughed as I let her down.

"You want anything?"

"No thank you."

She walked out and returned 15 minutes later with an arm full of snacks. She set them down on the bleacher and opened a bag of chips.

I rushed over and grabbed the bag from her hands chomping down on a chip.

"You said you didn't want any!"