Football singularity

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[Parker Residence, Rose Isle Florida | Date: 25/12/2019 | Time: 14:15]

May set the phone gently on her nightstand, her hand lingering on the screen a moment longer before she turned back to Rakim. He was now half-sprawled on her bed, one hand behind his head and the other idly flipping through a fashion magazine from her stack. The serenity in the room was almost dreamlike—sunlight, warmth, soft BTS music humming from her speakers, and the scent of her new perfume subtly clinging to the air.

"You know," she said, crawling up beside him and resting her chin on his chest, "my dad's going to see that ring eventually. And he's going to make it weird."

Rakim raised a brow. "Weird how?"

"Weird like... start quoting Bible verses about marriage and dowries. Or suggest you start tithing into the family's future grandchild's fund."

"Wait—there's a fund?" he asked, mock horrified.

"Oh yeah," she teased, propping herself up on her elbow. "My Mother started it when I was 3, along with my trust, but I only get partial access to this one when I get married, but my grandma said it's enough to support a volleyball team."

"Huh?" Rakim exclaimed, now fully sitting up to look at her seriously contemplative gaze as if she was inwardly crunching the numbers. "My daughters will be playing football or Tennis, basketball is okay too, but women's volleyball is a pervert's sport."

May let out a bark of laughter and shoved his shoulder with just enough force to make him fall back against the pillows. "Excuse you! Volleyball is graceful, empowering, and has been played by some of the most badass women alive."

Rakim rubbed his chest where she hit him, pretending to wince. "It's also the only sport where the camera angles should be illegal. Most of the viewers are either hardcore volleyball fans or perverts who are there to appreciate the scenery. Don't ask me why I know that."

"You are so lucky you're cute," she muttered, crawling over him until she straddled his waist, eyes narrowed in mock reprimand. "But for real, how do you feel about a volleyball team of daughters?"

He blinked. "Wait. That was a serious question?"

May nodded, crossing her arms. "Hypothetically."

He took a moment to read her face, trying to gauge how much this hypothetical question would bite him if he didn't take it seriously. In the end, it was safer to just give an honest answer instead of saying something dumb, especially over something he couldn't control. "…Well, I mean, if they're all like you—sassy, terrifying, smart, and capable of emotional warfare—I guess I'd have to restart my taekwondo practice for when they start dating,"

Seeing his excited expression as he subconsciously started doing stretches as if he was about to perform a few kicks, May palmed her head in exasperation. "Oh god, you're gonna be just like your dad, aren't you?"

"Naturally, babe, I'll be the fun one they get to see in the afternoon after training and let them get away with murder out of guilt. But also, the one they are scared of disappointing the most." Rakim naturally responded with his smug smile appearing bigger as he leaned towards her. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he lightly said. "Thank you in advance for taking one for the team."

May narrowed her eyes, lips twitching like she wanted to stay annoyed but couldn't quite manage it. "Oh no, no no. You're not dumping parenting duty on me like that."

Rakim raised both brows, still smirking. "You already said I'd be like my dad. I'm just living up to the prophecy."

She smacked his chest with a pillow. "Prophecy or not, if I'm birthing them, you're raising them too. Midnight diaper duty, school drop-offs, awkward puberty talks—you're not getting out of any of it."

He groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the bed as if the weight of future fatherhood had just knocked him out. "I knew there'd be fine print with this relationship."

Both burst out in laughter a moment later, thanking their stars that all these worries were ways away in the future. "Don't worry if all else fails, we have Auntie Emma and my mother to dump them on."

"Wow, your resistance lasted a whole two minutes, and you're already planning on how to hand off your kids to your sister," May retorted with an eye roll as she looked up from his embrace, briefly looking up. "I do love the fact that we will be able to focus on just living our life with them without worrying over money,"

Her comment caused a soft exhale from Rakim behind her, but what she didn't see was the contemplative look on his face. He seemed to be debating something until he finally made up his mind. "Bae, there is something..."

"(Boom) Sis, you guys need to come down, our cousins are here, and we're gonna have a late lunch together," Reece exclaimed from the door as he barged inside like some unhinged bull. "Oh, did I interrupt your baby-making session?"

Looking at his teasing expression as his off-handed comment eerily hit the bullseye caused a tic to appear on May's face. "Reece Parker, I'm Going To KILL YOU!!" Reece's eyes widened for a half-second before ducking and scrambling out of the room as a clock, pillow, and even an Alexa flew at him with the accuracy of a machine gun.

Reece barely made it past the top of the staircase, cackling like a maniac as the door slammed behind him. One of the pillows clipped his shoulder mid-sprint, and the Alexa device bounced harmlessly off the wall, shouting, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

May stood at the door, fuming, one hand on her hip and the other braced against the wall like she needed it to keep from launching another object. Her chest rose and fell with adrenaline, her peach-blonde hair wild from the chaos. "I swear," she muttered, loud enough for Rakim to hear as he sat up on the bed, "when he turns eighteen, I'm buying him a one-way ticket to Siberia."

"You didn't even help!" she snapped, grabbing the final pillow and chucking it weakly at his stomach.

He caught it with ease and shrugged. "He had the speed of a man running from child support. What was I supposed to do, trip him?"

"Yes!" she huffed, pacing towards the bed. "That's exactly what you were supposed to do. We need more present fathers."

Rakim sat up, slipping on his slippers as he made his way toward the door. "True, but for now, we should go greet your cousins and maybe put your ring in a chain if you don't want to give your family a heart attack."

She huffed in annoyance but did just that, removing the ring from around her finger and slipping it onto her silver chain. "By the way, what were you going to say?"

Rakim paused mid-step, hand resting on the doorframe as he turned back to look at her. The playful glint in his eye from earlier had softened into something more serious. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms like he needed the posture to keep the words in check.

"I was going to say… we need at least one set of twins," he said with a cheeky smile as he stole a quick peck of her lips, surprising her.

May blinked, stunned into momentary silence as Rakim pulled back with that smug grin of his already in place. Her hand instinctively came up to touch her lips, and then slowly, she narrowed her eyes.

"You jerk," she murmured, though the affection in her voice betrayed her smile as it tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You had me thinking you were about to drop some life-altering bomb—and you come at me with twins?"

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey, you're the one who started talking about volleyball teams and generational funds. I'm just following the blueprint."

May laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously good-looking," Rakim added with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. "More like ridiculously lucky, I like you."

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To Be Continued...