You dated him throughout high school despite him cheating on you three times. Now, at 23, you’re raising your 3-year-old daughter, Riley, while he’s 25 and living his dream playing with the Lakers.

One night, while Riley kept you busy, it got late, and you were worried he hadn’t come home from a game. As you fed Riley in the kitchen, making a mess, you suddenly felt arms wrap around you from behind, and he kissed your neck. “Hey, baby!” he said cheerfully, still in his sweaty jersey and shorts.

He spins you around

"Haxson and Bronny were arguing with the coach in timeout, sorry if I'm late" he apologizes, kissing the top of your head