𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Home sweet home. I woke up in my new house I purchased here in Los Angeles. God does it feel great to be back. The sun was shining brightly into my home and I had a bright smile on my face. I have quite a busy day ahead of me. I have to head to the press conference today for the official announcement and I'll be presented my jersey, get some questions, and head to the airport.

I was slightly nervous for the last bit. This week, I'd be heading to New York to see my dad for the first time in almost 3 years. Yeah, I know, daughter of the year award goes out to me. But, at the same time, come on, he has money, and a passport, he could've flown to England to see me if he really wanted to.

My dad and I have somewhat of a complicated and rocky past. I think this is about as good of a time as any to tell you about myself. My parents met when they were 15, a year later they were in a relationship and had a baby on the way, that baby being me. Teen parents, what could possibly go wrong? Everything.

They remained together until I turned 4 years old after a toxic relationship. I know they only stayed together to try and raise me and keep their parents off of their backs for being "dumb teenagers who knew nothing about love". As you could expect, neither side's parents were quite thrilled when my mom and dad had to inform them that they were expecting a child.

I can still remember my parents arguing often when I was young. Sure, I didn't know too much about what was going on but I could see that they were unhappy with each other. My dad would stay out later and later just so he wouldn't have to associate or speak to my mom. Their worlds just revolved around me and practically hating each other.

They finally threw in the towel and threw the relationship away, my dad moved back to the East Coast, my mom stayed here in LA, and I split my time between the two of them. My mom met her now husband the year after her and my dad split, they had my little brother Elias and have been together since.

My dad and I used to be joined at the hip. Wherever he was, I was. It was an unbreakable bond, or so I thought. I'd go spend the summers with him, they'd alternate holidays, but, after I turned 13 ish, he just kind of dropped me.

Seeing him became a less frequent thing, he'd make excuses saying he wasn't going to be home and didn't want me staying in a hotel, then I'd see him at parties and would think he just wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

The courts became more involved after my mom tried to strip his visitation rights all together and it just became an even bigger mess. I knew there was more going on between them under the surface so, I tried not to be too upset with my dad but, after a while, it gets you. He didn't seem to want to put in any effort.

Eventually, throughout high school, we would exchange some messages, have some phone calls here and there but, I rarely saw him and it took a toll on me for a while so, I turned to sports. I was playing football but, I began to take it seriously when it finally became a professional sport for women. It's what I wanted to do. They had leagues set up in a few countries and I wanted to get away so, after a year of college and being heavily scouted, I chose the deal in England.

Now, I'm back home with the LA team, ready to make an impact and lead the team to the Super Bowl. I have some time off before training camp begins so, I thought I'd soak up some family time since I've been overseas.

My dad reached out a few years ago to try and mend our broken relationship which I respect and with me finally being home, he asked if I'd stay a few days or so with him at his home in New York. I agreed but not just for him but, my girlfriend is in New York and I haven't seen her in about 2 months.

I know what you're thinking, I should've said no to my dad because of Scarlett. But he doesn't know anything about our brief history and as busy as she is, I doubt she remembers our sexual relation. And like I said, I have a girlfriend, I'm not worried about Scarlett, it's not a big deal.

"Y/n, come on you have to go!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I grabbed my coat and my keys and headed downstairs to drive to the stadium.

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I watched as Colin continued to clean our already clean house. He wiped the coffee table down for what seemed like the hundredth time before I stepped in and grabbed the cloth out of his hand. "Colin, honey, if you wipe this table anymore your arm is going to fall off, it's clean, like everything else in the house."

He let out a deep shakey breath before looking round the living room again. "Are you sure-"

"Yes, the house was clean before you started cleaning it, why are you so nervous?"

"I want everything to be perfect for her. I've been a horrible father to her so I want something to go right, I haven't seen her in years and-"

"I'm sure she'll be fine and appreciate everything, you reaching out and opening our doors to her is more than enough. Now please, take a shower, you smell." I said as I plugged my nose making Colin wave his body around in my direction before heading upstairs.

I know he's nervous but, I think I have him beat. He's been talking about Y/n nonstop for the past two weeks. He's excited she'll be back in the states permanently so he can work on their relationship because he hasn't been the greatest to her and they have some issues to work through. That's what I love about Colin, he'll always try to fix a wrong he's made, not many men would even extend that olive branch to try and mend things. It takes a lot to admit when you've done wrong.

But I'm shitting bricks. What if she tells him the truth? What does that mean for Colin and I? What does that mean for me?

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐘/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘/𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.