Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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I arrived late to the photography studio where I spotted Celine standing on the side. She watched as Kennedy adjusted Jalen for his next shot.
Because Celine missing taking her maternity photos, she at least wanted to have Jalen's one month photos taken.
Not wanted to make noise, I shut the door softly—not making much of a sound in the process.
Walking over to where Celine stood, I came and stood right beside her.
"I thought you said you couldn't make it?" she asked smiling softly
"Meeting finished faster than I thought" I whispered
It's been one hectic ass month. From TV interviews to the Championship Parade to the sponsorships showering in, some of which required me to travel a bit. Then we have me staying nights as often as I can to help Celine with Jalen, who by the way, wasn't an easy baby.
He cried more than most, making me wanna cry along with him especially when you're fueling on a couple hours of sleep.
I wouldn't trade it for the world though.
She nodded back in response before staring back forward.
"He almost done?" I curiously pointing to the set
"I mean yeah, unless you want to take pictures holding him? I took mine earlier" she said to me not taking her eyes off Jalen.
I forgot to respond as I looked to where her eyes were set at.
"She's like the damn baby whisperer" I mumbled to Celine "how she get him so still?"
"It's beyond me honestly" she said back before looking at me "so you gonna do it?"
"I'm not even wearing appropriate attire" I said to her as I gestured to what I was wearing, which consisted of a white plain shirt, a denim jacket, black pants, and Air Jordan's.
Celine looked me up and down before meeting my gaze "you went to a meeting dressed like that?" she asked with a raised eyebrow
"When you're a star wide receiver and a two time straight super bowl champion you can go to a meeting dressing however the hell you want" I said to her with a smug smile on my face.
She rolled her eyes before pushing me playfully, "you're mad annoying"
"Aye don't go pushing me" I said laughing before she pushed me again.
I guess the banter going on between us caught Kennedy's attention as she turned around and looked in surprise. She probably didn't notice I even walked in.
Standing up from her squatted position in front of the set, she walked over to us camera in hand.
"I didn't know anyone else was coming" Kennedy said to Celine with a smile before turning to me "Hi, welcome"
