“Go grab the cones for me kid.”

Sevika calls out as she stuffs a plethora of mud-caked soccer balls into the designated gym bag, groaning at the notice of a stray on its steady journey to deflation and letting it drop to her feet. Truly, fuck that kid with the overly studded cleats.

She’s more than thankful your son stays behind most practices to help her clean up. Though, some of the reason is simply that you’re always a little more late then the rest of the moms; but they’re a pack of gossiping swines so missing them is always a pleasure.

It’s not like Sevika minds either, considering the blooming of…something special, between the two of you.

It was supposed to be a one time thing, to just blow off some steam. But, one thing leads to another and it’s regular to find Sevika in your sheets, or in your kitchen after an unfortunate moment being caught by your son in the midst of passion.

So, it’s no surprise he gets the special treatment during practice; he’ll get the ball caked the least in grime or slack is given when he doesn’t finish his laps.

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She’s pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a car door closing and footsteps walking to her side; she knew it was you before you even talk, and it brings the start of a smile to her face.

“You just can’t stay away, can you?” She chuckles, voice beautifully rough as she zips up the gym bag packed with soccer balls and tosses it into the equipment locker.