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

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A D'Angelo Russell imagine.

"I'm pregnant with your baby D'Angelo!" She yelled at the almost 7 foot man.

He was forced to yank her arm to talk in a less public space. He could not believe what he had just heard.

"What?! How-"

"Save all that bs for somebody else, you know how!" Trina yelled back.

"Aye, keep your voice down and that's not what I meant. We only hooked up like twice." He quickly said, never raising his voice for suspicion.

"Exactly. Look, you better come clean because I sure as hell ain't raising this child all by myself."

"Come clean? My wife can't know about this. I'll take care of everything."

They were outside the restaurant D'Angelo had been at to celebrate his win with his teammates and Trina, his one (or a few nights) stand just happened to be there.

He couldn't wrap his head around the situation and he definitely didn't believe her.

"Take care of everything? I am keeping this child, and you are going to be there for him, or else I'm telling your precious wife." She spat back and backed away.

Seriously panicking, D'Angelo grabbed her arm once again.

"What do you want? Money?"

"This isn't an NBA stunt D'Angelo. It's a life that you are just as responsible for. You have 24 hours to make up your mind or I'm telling wifey."

With that said, she walked off.

Next morning...

"Morning baby. You came in late last night? And congrats on the win." Y/N, his beautiful wife said to him as she prepared the plates.

He gently snaked his arms around her waist and the couple stood comfortably, fitting into each other's bodies like a perfect puzzle.

Although his wife was physically attractive, he mostly admired how platonic their relationship was.

"Thank you baby. Wish you were there though," he said, followed by a heavy sigh.

"There's more to that heavy sigh than my absence. What's up?" She pried herself out of his arms and faced him.

He kept quiet and sat on one of the island chairs.

"D'Angelo Danté Russell..."

"I messed up Y/N. Big time," He said, looking her dead in the eye.

"Come sit." He said.

She nervously chewed on her lip and sat next to him, swinging the chair out of nervousness.

"Did you kill somebody?"

"No."

"Does somebody wanna kill you?"

"No."

"Do you owe somebody money? Cause-"

"Y/N, damn it! This is already hard as it is."