having paige was a true blessing. having met her in high school, you had always been together one way or another. she was the turning point to your sexuality, making you realize you felt more for her than a friendly love. she had been in the closet as well, helping you come to terms with your feelings and identifying her own as well.

throughout college, you went from friends with benefits, to more than that, to just friends (she had to ‘focus on basketball’, she had told you), then back to the confusing friends with benefits thing, to finally dating your junior year. you two were inseparable, aside from when she had to travel to away games, during which she’d spam you with facetime calls and texts about random things.

now, you were both graduated from UCONN. paige had been drafted to the dallas wings, and received the rookie of the year award the past season. things were going good. you had already popped out one baby, her name was cameron. you also had another baby girl on the way in a few months.

paige had just arrived home from an offseason practice, a little sweaty and tired. you were in the kitchen making dinner. while you graduated college with a degree in psychology, paige insisted that her wnba career would be more than enough to sustain your family. so you took on a stay at home mom role.

“hi mama.” paige hummed, coming up behind you and sliding her hands over your stomach. she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, her thumb running back and forth along your clothed bump. “how is she?”