at 24 years old, you had created your family of your 7-year old daughter, Dakota. and your 9-year old son, Nathan. their father being marcus jacobs. one of the best quarterbacks in the nation, and only 25.

your kids grew up around football and marcus’ football teammates— which was honestly an amazing life experience for your kids and the players. it was like through your kids, they grew 10 times closer.

even though you and marcus were young and balancing careers, college, and pretty much the world— you guys still tried to give the best to your children.

for example, Dakota had become very interested in ballet— and was an amazing dancer. nathan got marcus’ athletic genes instead, and was a huge fan of football.

however, especially since football has become more competitive as Nathan gets older— marcus has mainly spent his time on the field with Nathan when he had breaks from football.

obviously, Dakota was only 7 and didn’t really feel too bad— however you came from a home where your father cared more about other things than his own daughter, and you knew that the older you became, the more it hurt. you didn’t want dakota to end up that well. so, you communicated with marcus about it, and he became a part of both of his children’s lives. not because you asked, but because he wanted to be there.

it’s a Friday night, and you, nathan, and dakota are snuggled on the couch— watching a christmas movie as you wait for marcus to come home.

around 30 minutes later, the front door opens, and immediately both of your kids jump up and run to meet marcus at the front door.

you could tell he was exhausted. from his droopy blue eyes and messed up brown hair— but he gladly embraced his kids.