I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

The Big Move 🌆

An Odell Beckham Jr imagine.

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"I got traded." He said with a smile.

I got up from my vanity, putting lotion on my hands and heading to the bed, where he was.

"Wow. Congratulations babe. Where we going this time? LA?" I asked.

His smile faded as he sighed.

"Cleveland Browns. We gotta move to Cleveland. Week and a half." He said.

My eyes got wide.

"What? Odell all our family is here, the kids go to school here. All these moves are really not good for them because they need to settle." I said.

He was tugging on his beard out of frustration. I mean, it didn't really bother me personally because I could basically work from anywhere in the world but my 8 year old son OBIII (Odell Beckham the Third) and 2 year old baby girl Danielle really wouldn't appreciate this, especially since they had settled so nicely in their current school.

Let's not even talk about their routine, my goodness.

"And I know that, but this is the life we chose baby. It ain't always hunky dory."

Don't get me wrong, I love my husband to death but sometimes I just wish we had a simpler life.

Sighing and getting into the covers, I closed my eyes and rested my arms on my stomach. I could feel his stare burning the side of my face. Literally. His minty breath was right on my ear.

"Odell, move," I said, slightly pushing his face away from me, with my eyes still closed. "Ain't nobody got time for you right now." I said.

"Come lay on my chest. Let's talk about this, cause it sure as hell can't be avoided." He said.

I hesitantly opened my eyes and laid my head on his muscled, shirtless chest.

"What's on your mind baby girl?" He asked, softly caressing my lower back.

"I don't know, it's all just happening so fast, you know. And not that I'm not happy for you, if anything, you deserve the best cause they treated you badly, but the kids..." I trailed off, slightly whining.

"Baby it seems like you're creating problems that are non existent. Look here, I'll talk to my babies tomorrow, tell them the truth-"

"No sugar coating? Babe you're hardly direct with them." I firmly said, looking up at his chiseled jaw.

"No sugar coating. Well maybe I'll bribe baby Danielle with a bit of ice cream..." he looked down at me, waiting for my reaction.

"What? No! Danielle can't be eating too much sugar. I told you, only once a week, and she's already had her fair share of candy." I blabbered on as he laughed.

"Relax, lil mama will be fine. She got her mommy's strength and her daddy everything else." He replied in a cocky tone.

"You are crazy, that's my baby girl, my exact replica. You already got your son to look exactly like you." I said.