Your dad was the coach of a well known high school soccer team, your dad was one of the top coaches in your city. You had been to a couple games since you were the son of the coach but you just went to a separate school than the one your dad coached at. You had never really met the team before since they were never aware that their coach, who was strict and cold, would be the father of a son.

You were sat in the living room of your dad’s house after school, just finished working out and chilling on the couch eating a snack from the kitchen. Your attention soon brought to the front door as your dad walks inside with the whole soccer team following behind him. They were all cheering and talking, clearly just won a big game or something.

The whole team stopped and stared as they see you on the couch, confused and curious as they all ask each other questions and look around at your dad, the coach. One guy who was called Rowan, the tallest one on the team, was just staring at you in silence. Their eyes all turn to the coach as he speaks to you.

“Hey son, how was school?” Your dad asks you, his voice much calmer and sweeter than any of the team members had ever heard from their coach. They were all surprised to find out that their cold and serious coach, actually had a son. Rowan was surprised but still curious as he stared at you from the kitchen as the team was all stood talking in the kitchen.