Taylor's POV
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My alarm went off bright and early. Caitlin stayed at my apartment last night so we could get ready for the press conference together. I got out of bed and got into the shower. It wasn't long before Caitlin joined me. We both hopped out of the shower and start getting ready for the press conference.My nerves were shot and I couldn't eat any breakfast, but I still cooked for Rosie, Amelie and Caitlin. "Baby it's going to be fine. We're gonna clear everything up and then show that your mom is the problem." Caitlin tells me as she puts her plate in the sink. She wraps her arms around me and I lay my head on her chest.
The past few days were filled with nothing but hate. A bunch of trolls found my socials and started hate messaging me for everything my mom said. Blaming me for "stealing" my sisters, keeping us all away from her, etc etc. I had to delete all my socials to get some peace of mind.
We rode in a car Caitlin's agent booked us over to Gainbridge. My heart pounded and I was shaking on the drive over. We pulled up and Caitlin's agent Alisha was standing outside. "Hi Taylor, it's very nice to meet you. I'm sorry about the circumstances but we will be clearing everything up today." She said and I smiled and shook her hand.
She walked Caitlin and I onto a little stage with a table of microphones. The two middle seats had mine and Caitlin's names on them. We sat and cameras started flashing. Caitlin opened up the conference first. "Hello everyone, thank you all for coming. I'm sorry to not be speaking on better circumstances but my girlfriend just flew in today for this conference." I looked up at her confused. She nodded at me, signaling that she would explain later. "Before Taylor starts, I want to first introduce her. We've been dating for a couple months now and she is the light of my life. We didn't immediately tell the world because we are entitled to the privacy of our relationship, I'm not going to apologize for that. However, I'm very excited for the world to know who she is. She is amazing and one of the sweetest women ever. Now, I introduce you all to Taylor Rojas." The room claps and I shakily grab the microphone.
"Hello everyone, like Caitlin said, my name is Taylor Rojas. I'm the oldest of three siblings, with my little twins sisters, Anna and Kylie, being 4 years younger than me. I'm here today to clear up some things that were said about me that were completely untrue." I pause and take a deep breath.
"Laura Rojas is my mother, and Fernando Rojas is my father. My mother went on TMZ a couple days ago to say that I stole my sisters from her, and that I have completely cut her out of my life without any reason. That is not true in the slightest. I have been taking care of my sisters full time since I was 14 years old and they were 10. My parents both moved to Mexico and left us to fend for ourselves. I got them dressed and ready for school every morning, made them breakfast, and took the bus with them to school every day. When I was 18 and had just graduated high school, I gained legal guardianship of my sisters. I did this because I wanted to get my college education at UCLA and wanted to move my sisters with me. I worked two jobs as well as going to school to pay for our little, one bedroom apartment. My parents were very upset that I took my siblings out of school in Arizona and moved them to LA with me. My parents were so upset in fact, that they did not attend my college graduation or my sisters' high school graduation. Months later, my mother reached out to extend an olive branch and offered to pay for my sisters' college education at UCLA. They kept our little apartment and I moved back to Arizona where I was married." I took another breath, my voice becoming a little shaky recalling everything that had happened in the last few months.
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Fallin' for the Baller
FanfictionWhat happens with Taylor meets Caitlin at her first WNBA All-Star appearance in Phoenix, AZ? Not to mention, Taylor's heart changes, but some things are holding her back. Their relationship is about to get complicated.