After You//Kyle Kuzma

N I N E

A/N okayyyyy his arms tho🥴. Also, expect a lot more pictures of him at the USA camp because I have a ton, and he looks like a freaking god. Ok bye.

*Christmas Day*

Lenin's POV

"Good morning sports fans." My dad yelled as he busted into my room.

"Go away," I yelled as I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"Wake up. It's Christmas." My dad yelled as he shook me.

"It's too early for Christmas." I groaned as I buried my face in a pillow.

"No, it's not. Get up. We made breakfast." He kept shaking me.

"Gigi made breakfast. You can't cook for shit." I mumbled.

"Watch your language." He flicked me in my ribs. "But yes that's correct. C'mon get up."

"No." I groaned as he shook me.

"Fine, be like that." He spoke before pulling my sheets off me and picking me up.

"Dad put me down," I said as he threw me over his shoulder.

"Nope." He spoke as he walked downstairs.

"Dad," I whined as he walked through our house.

I sighed as he sat me down at our kitchen island. I sighed as I laid my head down in my arms.

"Teenagers." My dad sighed. "Always sleeping."

"Kyle, be nice to her. You were the exact same way when you were 15." Gigi scolded him.

"Morning Len," My Aunt Briana said as she rubbed my back.

"Morning B." I smiled as I sat up straight.

"What no good morning for me." My Uncle Dre acted offended. My dad flew all of our family in for Christmas.

"Good morning Dre," I said sarcastically.

"Come make your plate guys," Gigi said as I pulled my hair up.

We all got up and got in line to make our plates.

"Morning sleepy head." My dad's stepdad, Larry, whom we call Big Daddy said as he kissed my head.

"Morning Big Daddy." I smiled as I grabbed some bacon.

I finished making my plate and sat my stuff down on the dining table. I stood up to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. I smiled as a tattooed arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Merry Christmas, kid." My dad said as he kissed my temple.

"Merry Christmas, dad." I smiled as he let me go.

"You still going over to Mya's this afternoon?" He asked as I looked up at his tall figure. I'm pretty tall for a woman, but he makes me look like a midget.

"Yeah, I'll be back in time for your game though," I said as I high fived him.

"Good because we finna whoop Golden State's ass." My dad said making us laugh.