- F I U F A M I L Y S E R I E S N E X T G E N - book two, can be read as stand alone
Sweet Faith Hunter, first born of a Bulls superstar and worldwide best selling author; Faith grew up without a need in the world, she had everything from a loving f...
;love is delicate, take care of it when you manage to find it
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"How the fuck did you even trust this piece of shit after what happened last time?" I snarl, kicking the rusted to fuck tyre rim. "This is bullshit."
Freddie toes the sand on the side of the road, sheepish expression on his face. A truck flies past us, the gust of wind knocks his man-bun to the side a little.
"Sorry, okay?" He finally says, sighing and shrugging. "I thought the work I did on the tank would work."
"Thought wrong." I roll my eyes, turning away as I shade my eyes from the blaring sun as I search for Faith's car.
It's the morning after our third away game, and instead of riding the bus with the rest of the team, me and Freddie got a pass to use his truck so I could leave as soon as possible due to Emmy having a doctors appointment the same day.
So in leiu of being there with her, I'm stuck on the side of the damn desert road, waiting impatiently for Faith to pick us up, my only company being the jack ass that got us into this situation.
"Look, bro, I'm sorry, I know how much you wanted to be there for Ems, but Faith's got it, so least that's one less thing to worry bout... Right?" the last part comes out slightly more hopeful.
And truthfully, he is lucky that I have Faith to rely on, because if not, and I had missed this appointment, his head would be used to cover up the water casket instead of fucking duct tape.
Before I can bite his head off, the familiar white merc rolls up to us, windows down and music blaring. Faith's voice singing along to Dustin Lynch's Thinking Bout You, and Emmy's laugh filters out of the vehicle and automatically cheers me up.
Slapping a hand on my shoulder, Freddie grins. "Saved by the nanny, once again," he winks before bolting away with a laugh before my fist connects with his arm.
I'm thinking about disowning him as a friend.
Sliding into the back of Faith's Merc, I lean between the front seats, tickling my daughter's chubby cheek. "Hi, beautiful." I coo before swinging my gaze to the driver. "Hi, beautiful."
Faith rolls her tongue over the front of her teeth, smothering what I know to be a gorgeous smile. "Hi, beautiful. Congrats on another win."
"Being a show off."
Beside me, Freddie makes loud heaving noises. "You two are sickeningly sweet."
At the same time, both Faith and I roll our eyes, Faith's landing on Shaw.
"Haven't you got rocks to kick or something?" she raises a brow. "Or I could leave your ass out here for funsies?"
Chuckling, I move in swiftly, slapping a kiss on her cheek before relaxing back into the leather seat. Freddie's hand leaps to his left peck, his face is etched with literal offence.
"You have a mean streak, Faith Hunter." He deadpans. "But I'd prefer to kick rocks, preferably the ones outside my house, take me home, please."
Giving me a wink in the rearview mirror, she flicks on her signal and smoothly merges in with the lanes of traffic.
Turning the music up again, Faith and Emmy continue their little car karaoke like me and Freddie were never even here.
I like it, how Faith is with Emory. Their bond so natural, and happy. Built on nothing but positivity, and love.
The kind of love only a mother could give.
Which brings me to think about someone who's barely crossed my mind since I found out Emory was mine.
Emory's birth mother, Daisy.
A million crazy things float through my mind. What if she comes back, and wants to take Emory away from me? What if Emory wants to go with her? What about when she's older, will she ask questions, and if she does ask questions, which I guess she will, what do I tell her? Will the truth be too much, or will a lie cast me out as a bad dad? How about her grandparents, will they come out of the wood works? Christ, I haven't even broke the news to my own parents.
I've been so consumed with the adjustment to my life with Emory, and juggling classes with basketball, I don't think I've really thought about half of these things.
My parents, I mean, well, the fact I wasn't jumping on the phone to break the news says a lot. We're not close. At all. As long as I'm alive and not on drugs, they have no will to care about much else.
I don't want that for Emory.
I want her to know she's wanted, loved and safe when she's with me. I may not have been there from the start, had I been given the chance, things would've been different, but here we are, and we have to deal with the cards god dealt, which means being the best dad I can be from now.
Only snapping out my thoughts when Freddie's door slams shut, I realise we've pulled up outside the house.
Faith's eyes are on me, curiously studying me with slightly dipped brows.
Her intensity makes my skin prickle.
"What?"
Narrowing her eyes, she tips her head. "Everything okay?"
Scoffing out a humourless laugh, I shuffle my ass on the seat. "Yeah, sweet. How bout you? Everything good with you?"
Slowly, she nods. She doesn't believe me for shit. "Yeah, everything's good with me." she replies. "You sure?"
I bob my head, rolling my lips in before popping them back out.
"Kay, just checking." She relents, unclipping her belt. "I'll bring this one in before I head back out."
Panic flashes through me. "You're leaving?"
Faith glances at me over her shoulder, her hands undoing Emmy's car seat. "Yeah, I told you, I have a few last minute things I need to do before the promo thing this weekend."
It clicks, and she's right, she did tell me.
"Right, yeah, sorry, slipped my mind." I admit, sighing out an exhausted breath.
A warm hand covers mine, my eyes flashing up to a pair of worried hazel ones.
"Russo, you sure everything is okay?" She asks again. "You know you can talk to me, right? If something is bothering you, I'm sure we can figure something out."
Ever the sweetheart, Faith Hunter in a nut shell.
Smiling to myself at how goddamn cute this woman is, I entwine our fingers. "I'm good, sweetheart. Everything's good, swear. Just tired."
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