Page 19 of His Starr Player

As I pulled on my clothes, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up and read the text from Ava.

AVA:

Good morning, handsome. I’m still not used to you praying for me. That’s a different type of feeling. I appreciate you, and I will extend the same prayers to you. Good luck today! You got this. Those other niggas in the tournament ain’t seeing you and your squad when it comes to chemistry and ball handling.

Also, LMAOOOOO. I hate cats, so it makes sense. They need to stay away from me, and I’ll stay away from them.

I chuckled at her response to the random fact of the day. I’d started sending her facts when we were scrolling on social media one night after sex. The guy had made a random fact known, and the twinkle in her eye made me want to tell her a random fact every day. We’d been going strong for almost twenty-six days now. Time seemed to fly with Ava.

Me:

Hating cats is crazy. I guess our kids won’t have a cat in the future.

AVA:

Absolutely not. No cats. I’ll accept dogs, snakes, gerbils, guinea pigs, and fish.

Me:

Snakes? Nah. Dogs and hamsters and maybe a goldfish are all I’ll accept.

AVA:

Idk. I feel like our kids would be into some crazy shit. Little quirky things.

Me:

Calling our imaginary kids things is diabolical. How many kids do you want?

AVA:

If I’m being honest, I probably want two or three. I was an only child, and I’ve always wanted siblings. I want my kids to have the experience.

Me:

Siblings ain’t all that. My sister was annoying. Hell, she still is annoying.

AVA:

But you would ride or die for her in a heartbeat right?

Me:

Hell yeah.

AVA:

Exactly. Our kids deserve that too.

Me:

Say no more. I’ll have fun making as many kids as you want.

AVA:

It won’t be any time soon though. I’m in the height of my career with no plans on stopping any time soon.

Me:

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