Millionaire Affairs (Kyron)

3 peanut sized LeBrons

Kyrie's heart was pounding out of his chest. It was pounding so hard he could hear it louder than the chirping birds. He slowly knocked on LeBron's front door, he couldn't help a small smile. Kyrie genuinely liked Bronny, Bryce and Zhuri and it was entertaining seeing their father running around trying to keep them settled. But he couldn't get his mind off of what Kevin said.

The door burst open and Kyrie was tackled by the 3 kids, LeBron crossing his arms as he leaned on the door frame, smiling. "Oh, so now you three get along," LeBron grumbles as Bryce grabs onto the point-guard's leg Zhuri hops into Ky's arms and Bronny wraps his arms around Irving's waist. Kyrie struggles to walk into the house as LeBron begins rambling to his kids about misbehaving and suddenly acting like angels once Kyrie comes around.

LeBron follows Kyrie around taking mental notes as Kyrie sits on the couch and tells the kids of the time he first met LeBron. LeBron is just happy he can finally relax for the first time in hours, and frankly, he's amazed by how Kyrie handles the children. LeBron sits on a nearby chair, not wanting to disrupt Kyrie's bonding with the kids.

"I was at your Daddy's basketball camp, yeah?" Kyrie said as the kids curled up around him on the couch. Something about the way Kyrie referred to LeBron as 'Daddy' stirred a low burning sensation in his stomach, but as alarmed as LeBron was, he pretended to gaze at a newspaper, distracted. Kyrie rubbed a hand through Zhuri's hair as she laid in his lap. He wrapped his other arm around Bryce and Bronny who were at peace with each other despite fighting moments before.

"I was so excited to see LeBron James, and God knows I'd be playing with him a couple years later," Kyrie gushed. LeBron melted into his chair, if you could get the smoothest, softest and sweetest thing in the world and turn it into a voice, that was Kyrie's voice, at least that's what LeBron thought. "And he was probably just as excited as I was, he gave so much advice it was almost annoying," Kyrie gently laughs.

LeBron blinks up from his newspaper giving Kyrie a playful glare. Kyrie chuckles and continues, "But at the end of the event, I was practically on my knees for a picture with your Dad," Kyrie reaches into his pocket and grabs a worn out leather wallet. The kids stare intently as Kyrie opens up the wallet and unfolds a picture.

It's the picture from 2009, slightly crumpled, but mostly in mint condition. A skinny, mostly beardless Kyrie holds his palms over a Nike basketball with a taller LeBron, they're both smiling towards the camera. LeBron thinks about standing up to see the picture, but he doesn't want to interrupt the moment, so he decides to see it later. Weirdly enough though, LeBron knows exactly what picture Kyrie was showing them and was touched that Kyrie actually kept it after all these years.

After a while the kids begin to fall asleep, LeBron decides to finally get up from his seat and grab them blankets. He placed a blue fluffy blanket over Bronny and Bryce and another pink silky one over Zhuri. Kyrie slowly stood up taking LeBron's offering hand and silently smiling at him. LeBron makes some chamomile tea for the both of them, dropping a sprout of honey just the way Kyrie likes it. How does LeBron remember that? He doesn't even know.

The puffs steamed into the air as the two basketball players sat across each other. "You know Kyrie, you fucking amaze me on and off the court, I don't know how you do it," LeBron sighs, fingers wrapping around the porcelain cup. Kyrie takes in a slow inhale, letting the tea's warm fumes creep up soothingly into his nostrils. "Well, LeBron, you just gotta tell them a story, it's as simple as that," Kyrie says, gazing up at LeBron's dark brown eyes.

"They don't want to listen to any of my goddamn stories, Ky!" he exclaims, as quietly as he can. "You and Savannah, always find a way to lull those 3 to sleep," LeBron babbled. Kyrie took a quick sip of the steaming beverage and slowly placed it down, LeBron focused on Kyrie's facial features. His dark round eyes, the wrinkles that crinkle by his eyes when he smiles, his shiny white teeth, his low cut beard framing over his jawline, the earrings that glisten slightly under the lights of the kitchen.