Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 10-The Secret Lives of Soccer Moms

A/N: I seem to have developed a talent for finding children that look similar to mine. This is not my daughter, but dye this one's hair black, make it about 5 inches longer and full of curls, add on about a year to her age, and voila, you have the great Sophia!

10 days later (still Ellie's POV):

I wake up the day after we return home. We're still in the process of unloading our car, so we need to work on that today. I hate moving, but I love our new apartment, which is in one of the most beautiful areas of San Diego. We can walk and jog and play in Balboa and Golden Hill parks. Sophia's new school will be a few blocks away. Everything is looking good for school to restart in 3 weeks. Sophie is anxious to meet her new classmates and start playing soccer again. And she's actually helping me with the move. I'm relieved she's going to go back because I am going to start getting hit with a pretty heavy workload at my current job. Everything is going well by any stretch of the imagination. 

Yet, I realize, though I haven't talked to Aunt Linda in a while, I know what she would say about John and me. "One time thing you shouldn't have done," Wrong idea to give your child." Live your own life because that's all you can do." She lives in Oakland and is eccentric, and I'm planning on avoid telling her about meeting someone famous and having sex with him if I can. But, she would be right on all counts. I don't regret the sex though. The last time it was that good was 10 years ago, and the fact that this time was with John Frusciante, makes it all the more magical. And I don't regret introducing Sophia to him because he was so kind and gentle to a little girl who is passionate about many things, but she can be difficult. 

Although it pained me to do so, I had to delete John's number from my phone. It makes me sad, but it has to be this way.  I know I changed my phone recognition pattern, but Sophie is smart enough to catch on eventually and harass him if I don't get rid of his number STAT. He seems very fond of her, but as Linda would say "he is not her father." And this, too, is totally true. I wish she had any other father than the one she has. But that's an entirely different story I have already touched upon. I might again. We will see. 

So 10 days after we return, we find out there is going to be a fun, albeit socially distanced, soccer clinic on the field at Sophie's new school. Once contact sports restart, she will go through tryouts for older youth soccer. She's really too big to be playing with early grade school kids. Right now, the kids are going to practicing dribbling and passing the ball back and forth, and taking goal shots with no goalie. Everyone has to bring their own ball. Fair enough. 

We head on over, and she climbs out of the car and goes running to the field, where just a few kids have arrived. She says hello to them, then starts working on her goal kicks. She is on point most of the time, but sometimes kicks the ball too hard and overshoots the top of the goal. "Good job Sophs!" I call out to her, as she is having a good day. She grins and gives me the thumbs up. 

I see a couple moms congregated a bit further up from the action on the field. I realize it would be good to have some friends in the area, so even though they look a bit younger than I am and I feel shy approaching them, I do. I grudgingly put my mask on and head over to introduce myself. None of them are wearing masks and are definitely standing less than 6 feet apart, and want to shake hands. OK, whatever. They seem polite and friendly, but mostly want to talk about their own kids (without pointing them out on the field) and how advanced they are in school. I refrain from bragging about Sophia, smart as I know she is, because I don't like that kind of behavior. I do point out her out, where she is now practicing dribbling the ball up and down the field, keeping her distance from the other kids as instructed. The 2 moms, named Amanda and Christina continue their polite disinterest, except to ask "So, what does your husband do? Mine is a lawyer which is great because he works from home often so we both get to spend lots of time with the kids."