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"Stop looking at me."

"Why are you dressed like a marshmallow?"

"It's too much white? Fuck, I knew it!" Kaylen sighed, and unbuttoned his coat, pulling it off so he could remove his button up shirt. "This is why I wanted Camilla to start styling you," Kez mumbled. He pulled his coat back on, and smoothed it down, looking for her approval. "How about now?" Kez shrugs, standing up from the slightly uncomfortable chair, "at least you don't look like a priest."

"You're impossible," he scowled.

She grinned, pulling the door open to leave. It was race week, and now race day in Silverstone. This was one of the more important races, so she had to attend, even though her schedule was already stacked. They arrived at the track soon, going separate ways as soon as they arrived to the paddock. He had other duties to fulfill with his team and teammate whilst she had other things to do.

She walked down the paddock and grinned seeing a swarm of people around Lewis's bulldog Roscoe. They moved out her way as she bent down to pet him, the dog very happy to see her even if she didn't have Sargeant with her. "Got more cameras than me. I'm jealous," Kez joked, pressing a kiss to his furry head. "I'll see you later, Sir Roscoe. Tell your daddy I'm looking for him." She patted him once more before rising back up.

Her security guard soon found her and went by her side, thankfully keeping the cameras from crowding her so much. The only ones she was okay with was the Netflix camera crew, as they had permission to film her. "What has Neela got planned for me?" She questioned, taking the pack of cherry gum he handed to her.

"Uh..surprisingly, nothing. She didn't want to overwhelm you with so much because you're already so tired with filming and going back in forth everywhere," Badru explained, leading her down to the Jaguar hospitality. "How kind of her. I really gotta thank Di for winning that game," Kez comments, knowing very few things could cheer Neela up and her wife winning her games was one of them.

She walked into the hospitality and grabbed a raspberry lemonade from the fridge before heading down to a meeting room where she was sure to find Neela. "You're late," the Pakistani woman stated in a scolding tone. Kez frowned, taking a seat as her bodyguard stood outside the door. "Thought you were in a good mood?"

"I was...until I seen another new scandal TMZ has reported about you," Neela scowled, sliding over the tablet to the woman.

"TMZ? Who actually listens to them these days? Maybe in 2011." She scoffed, but Neela didn't look as amused. "Pop Base and Pop Crave have also posted about it." Kez grimaced in response, still not bothering to look at the tablet yet. "You could've started with that. What is it anyways?" Neela rolled her eyes, grabbing the tablet and holding it up to her eyes, "the divorce has gotten out."

"Okay. That's fine." She shrugged carelessly, twirling in her seat to entertain herself.

"It's fine? Are you serious? Do you not recall demanding everyone on your team that it is to be kept secret until it's officially finalized?" Neela scoffed in disbelief, turning the tablet off and pushing it to the side. "I was in a bad place when I made those ludicrous demands. They were gonna find out eventually. It always gets out. I've made my peace with it. We both have."

"You seem oddly...relaxed. Who are you seeing?" Neela questioned, finding her behavior to be very out of sorts.

"I have to see someone to be in a good mood?" Kez retorts, feigning offense.

"Nakila said you've been going back in forth to Vegas on your days off. Would that have anything to do with a certain basketball player? A married one?" She said with a spark of interest, always the one to casually interrogate the singer. "First of all, don't emphasize married. He cheated on her. Second of all, I'm simply a kind friend by being there for her in all ways that I can."

"In all ways? Such as getting into a heartbroken woman's pants?" She deadpanned. "I wouldn't exactly say she's heartbroken," Kez mumbled under her breath, receiving a scolding look from her manager. "Because she hasn't even been given time to process it what with you being there and being well--you."

"So you admit I'm irresistible?" Kez grinned, winking playfully.

"You will break her heart and you know it," Neela stated knowingly, grabbing her stuff and leaving the singer to think about her words. After a few minutes of clouded silence, the door was pushed open again. "What?" She groaned in frustration. "What did she say to you now?" Jae-hyun sat down where the woman previously was, crossing his hands over his chest as he observed his daughter's troubled appearance.

"Oh nothing, she just hits me with brutal honesty, another thing you guys hired her for," Kez chuckles bitterly, chewing on the piece of cherry gum. "She keeps you humble. Your mum liked that about her," Jae shrugged, knowing he hardly had much to do with hiring Neela. It was all his wife. "And she still does after all these years," Kez added, grabbing her bottle of raspberry lemonade to open up.

He tilts his head, a sparkle of curiosity twinkling in his eyes. "Is this about the basketball player you've been seeing?"

"How do you know about that?" She squinted her eyes suspiciously at her father. "I know everything about you," he defended, only to receive a deadpanned look from her, "..and Nakila may have mentioned it to your mother." She chuckled softly, shaking her head, "fuckin' hell, I think that girl's only purpose is to snitch on me. She follows me around like a lost little puppy."

"Well, that's her job. Neela used to do the same," Jae shrugged. "Yes, but Neela knew how to keep secrets and respect my privacy. I kid you not father, every time I try to flirt with someone, she interrupts all the time. It's gotta be on purpose. She's like some secret agent who's mission is cockblocking me at all times. She doesn't even let me smoke by myself. And I swear she hid my favourite bong," she rambled with intensity.

"Sounds like the work of Neela Khan. She's always hated your smoking and flirting with workers," Jae-hyun snickered, standing up because he was gonna be summoned back to work at any second.

"If I fire her, do you think she'd notice?" Kez pondered.

"Uh, you are aware you can't fire her? She works under Neela, not you." He corrected, patting her head as her lips formed into a frown. "See you in the garage, Nabi."

"See you, Baba," she mumbled, giving his hand a squeeze before he left to return to work as the team principal. She grabbed the laptop Neela left and logged onto her WNBA account to view the Aces vs Lynx that was currently on. She didn't know if she'd be able to watch it, seeing as Neela normally booked her schedule during race weekends, and Kelsey knew she probably wouldn't see it. It definitely disappointed her, and that's maybe why she was scoring the most points the whole game.

She sat in the dimmed conference room just watching her girl play. Her bodyguard joined her to watch, a big fan of women's sports himself given the games he's been to with Kez. The game was easily won 113-89. She went to the press conference, hoping to see Kelsey one more time before she had to go out to the garage for the race. She picked up her phone just as the woman came out with A'ja and Chelsea, the other two stars of the game.

Nakila knocked softly on the door, peeking inside, "sorry to interrupt, but your presence is being requested in the garage. The race is to start soon." Kez glanced at her, nodding slightly, "I'll get with you in a second. Close the door." She nodded, stepping inside before shutting the door, standing near the door to wait. She dialed her number and held it up to her ear, wondering if she'd answer.

Kelsey frowned in confusion, feeling her phone vibrate on the table as A'ja was answering a question. She picked it up, a smiling coming onto her face when she seen the contact name and picture. She answered the call, slightly backing up from the mic, "hey, uh I'm in a conference right now." Kez smiled, her eyes remaining on screen as they panned to Kelsey. "I know, I'm just calling to tell you I watched it and you did amazing. I'm proud of you, baby."

Kelsey bit her lip, turning a bright shade of red, "thanks."

"I gotta go, but I'll call you soon. Try to watch the race if you can. It's gonna be a good one." Kez spoke before hanging up the phone because she didn't want to get her trouble for being on it any longer. Kelsey put her phone back down and leaned over to A'ja who was curious on who it was. "She watched it," she whispered, her cheeks a bright sheet of cherry red. "Seriously? Oh girl, that's wifey material." A'ja grinned, nudging her playfully.

Kez stood up, taking Nakila's hand with a smile, "now we can go."

They walked down to the garage, getting there just in time to see the cars line up at the grid after the formation lap. Kaylen was starting in pole position, with Lando Norris in P2, and Max Verstappen in P3. Lewis didn't have a very good qualifying, doing good enough for a P7 on the starting grid. Though Kez had zero doubts he'd end up on that podium by the end of the race. She just wanted him to stay away from her drivers and she'd be good.

She was sat down next her father, headphones on her ears because she needed to hear the radio and because the cars were extremely loud. The start wasn't the greatest for her brother, as Lando quickly took the lead. But, Lando was known to fumble races so she wasn't exactly worried about Kaylen losing to him. He was far better, and it helped that he had the second fastest car.

She was more worried for Mick, who Lewis was constantly closing in on. It wasn't surprising when he soon overtook him. Through the pitstop, her face was panned on the camera for a few seconds, as always. But they caught her in a moment where she appeared very exasperated after watching Mick and George make a tiny bit of contact. It was enough to have him pit early for a new wing. It didn't help that the contact was his fault.

She already had constant pressure on her about her personal decision to sign Mick instead of giving his seat to Niño or Alina in F2. His rookie mistakes didn't help her case. But, even then, she still believed in him. That's what he needed. He needed people to believe in him. She couldn't just watch him give up. Not when she had the ability to do something about it. Her drivers meant far too much for her to just abandon them.

It was a heartwarming sight to see Kaylen cross the chequered flag to win. He was absolutely dominating the season and she couldn't be more proud. His current rival was Max Verstappen, both fighting for the world championship. Max for his 3rd and Kaylen for his 1st.

She had a feeling Kaylen wouldn't let this slip from his fingers.

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"Okay, come on." Kez laid her very drunk brother onto the couch and pulled a throw blanket over him. Lewis walked in with a bag of IV fluids aka a banana bag so Kaylen wouldn't wake up with the worst headache in history. "Next time we stop him after a whole round," Kez mumbled, inserting the IV into his arm and tucking him into the couch so he wouldn't toss or turn.

"Imagine how it's gonna be when he wins the championship," Lewis chuckled, walking into the kitchen with her following.

"I'ma be in the studio tonight." Kez murmurs, grabbing a bottle of his Almave from the cabinet and a cold glass from his freezer. "Working on the album?" He asked. "Ja, I have a few songs I wanna test out for it, and I have the worst insomnia right now so there's also that." She added, grabbing her bowl of salad that she bought earlier in the day.

"Alright, I'm gonna get some sleep. Good luck with the music," Lewis said, patting her shoulder before heading up to his bedroom.

She walked into the downstairs studio, Roscoe following her. "How do you feel about the piano tonight, Ros?" The bulldog just barked in response, leaving her to smile as she pushed open the door to the studio. She moved to let him inside first, the dog retreating to his comfy bed to relax as she went to her piano after collecting her music book. "Let's revisit some of the older stuff. I think it's time we take a trip back through memory lane."

"That's very good. Is it an original?"

The young Keziyah glanced up from the keys of the school piano, her brown eyes landing on her teacher. "I'm sorry. I did not know you would be here." She mumbled, quickly rushing to gather her things. "It's fine. You're not in trouble. I won't tell a soul." He reassured her, gently shutting the door to the auditorium and walking down towards the stage.

"I should go. It is past curfew." She stammered out, still a bit new to talking and English in general. He was the one who was currently giving her private English lessons.

"Don't leave." He said, causing her to freeze in her steps, she turned around, her folders in her arms and her bag on her shoulder. "Consider this another piano lesson. Show me your song." He took a seat on the stool, urging her to sit, and she viewed him as a person of higher authority, so she obeyed his request.

"I write this for my father. He loves the piano." She set the music folders back up to view the song properly. Her fingers danced over the keys, her eyes never wavered from them, filled with full concentration. She finished it off with a small smile tugged at her lips, a tear sliding down her cheek because of how much she missed him.

"It's a beautiful song. Is there any particular inspiration you took aside from your father's love?" He asked, setting his hand over hers, causing her eyes to quickly look up at him, a tinge of confusion settled in her chest. The way he looked at her felt..different, and unusual. And it wasn't the first time. She didn't know if it was wrong or right, having never gotten this sort of attention.

"Father enjoys John Legend. I also share the same enjoyment." She answered, moving her hand back to her knee.

"Do you like everything your father does?" He queried.

"I suppose so. He has amazing taste. Mama say it is where I get so much of my passions from." She smiled as she spoke, always loving to talk about her parents. "Really? What does your father do?" He questioned, and she didn't suspect much from his continuous questioning on her father. "He is a part time chef, but he tries to get into the engineering field to provide my mama and baby brother with a better life in Africa, and me here so I can have better opportunities for a career in whatever I would like."

"That's very inspiring. But, the engineering field is very difficult to get into. Maybe, you should find a man already established to provide for you? It would certainly give your family a chance at a better life." He spoke, setting his hand over hers that laid upon her knee.

"Mama says it is never good to depend on someone to control the trajectory of your life," she replied, her brows furrowed in conflict and confusion. "Yes, but I don't think your mom would be the best example of that, no?" She frowned at his words, her eyes falling with a rush of uncertainty. "I suppose..."

"Do you think I could try one of your songs? I probably couldn't do it as well as you but a guy could give it a try, no?" He suggested with a charming smile, and she chuckled, nodding softly. She reached for her folder and flipped to a different song, a song her best friend wrote for her. "This one has lyrics. I could sing if you'd be okay with that?"

"I would love that, yes please, sing." He welcomed, and she grinned, grabbing her song book that had the lyrics in it. He almost effortlessly played her song on the piano, her soft voice mellowed with the sounds of the piano that echoed the auditorium. She smiled, feeling content with the way she sung it.

"Did you write the lyrics yourself?" He pondered, the words confusing him as they sounded as though they were written by a man.

"No, I didn't, just the piano song. Lewis wrote the lyrics, just for me to have something to remember him by when he's off in Europe. He's actually supposed to be arriving here early in the morning so I should be leaving. I need my sleep." She explained, taking her folders and book to put in her bag.

Her teacher blinked, the new information taking him a bit off guard. "Lewis? You've never mentioned him. Is he your boyfriend?"

"What makes you think that?" She chuckled awkwardly, getting up from the stool, brushing off her skirt that was required from the school uniform. "It's just..his words make it seem as though he's in love with you. But, I suppose I could be wrong."

"You are. Goodnight, Mr. Williams." She bowed her head politely and rushed to get off stage.

"There you are!" Her eyes widened at the sight of Lewis at the top of the stairs after pushing through the doors in search of her. "Lewis?!" She dropped her bag and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him as he excitedly spun her around. "I thought you weren't getting here until tomorrow!"

"Me too, but we got a direct flight so we could get here faster. What are you doing in the auditorium?" He chuckled, his hands placed on her arms. "Just practicing," she turned to go and retrieve her bag but Mr. Williams had already picked it up, walking up the stairs to hand it back to her. Lewis took it instead so she wouldn't need to carry it. "Thanks. You are?"

"Oh uh, he is my music teacher. Mr. Williams, this is my best friend Lewis Hamilton. He comes to visit to celebrate my birthday early because he can't be here the actual day." Keziyah explained, smiling as Lewis extended his hand to the man out of politeness. "Nice to meet you."

"You as well." He smiled tightly, not that Keziyah noticed because she was far too excited to see her friend it curved her attention to details. Lewis cleared his throat awkwardly, not liking the way the older man was looking at his friend. "Uh, I'm sorry, but I just noticed, it's a bit late for you to be here unaccompanied with a student, is it not?"

"You're quite correct. It is, which is why I should be leaving. Goodnight, Keziyah. I look forward to our private lessons next week." She nodded and watched as the teacher was quick to move past them and leave through the doors from where he came.

Lewis pulled his arm around her protectively, "what does he mean by private lessons, Kei?"

"He gives me more advanced lessons after class on occasion. I learn faster than the others in my class." She reassured, putting her arm back around him with a smile. "Just be careful, okay?" He spoke, his voice filled with concerns. "I will."

"You know...since we're in an auditorium..you could sing a few songs and pretend you're a famous singer and I'm your pianist," he suggested with a smirk. She grinned, her eyes brightened at the idea, "...I always wondered what it would be like to be a famous singer with millions of fans selling out stadiums all across the world..."

"Let's fall into that fantasy whilst we're here, shall we?" He grinned widely, holding out a dramatic hand to her.

"We shall fall." She giggled, taking his hand and they ran down the stairs together. He jumped onto the stage and helped her up next. "I've been getting quite good at the piano if I do say so myself," he tuts, setting up her music folder as she set a mic up on the stand for extra dramatics.

"You do have a good teacher," she adds to flatter herself.

"That I do." Lewis quipped up in agreement.

She chuckled softly, "Darien is going to be so jealous that he's missing out on this."

"Which song shall you sing today, my lady?" He asked with a dramatic older fashioned accent. She hummed, tapping her pointer finger on her jaw as she pondered it. "Let's see if my lessons have paid off. Play, If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys."

"As you wish, Madame Keziyah," he responded, finding the song in her folder and setting it up.

"...if I ain't got you with me, baby."

"Kez, wake up."

She stirred, groaning at the hardness of the piano against her head. Lewis looked down at her in concern, "are you okay, Kei?" She glanced up at the name he used for her, feeling comfort with the familiarity from it. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" She sighed, running her head as she stretched her arms and neck. "You have your old songs out...the ones you wrote with him."

"You're thinking too much into it," she disregarded.

"Am I? Tell me, Keziyah, because I would really like to know what's going through your head. You don't talk it about, almost as if it never happened, yet here you are, playing songs that could only remind you of him and all that he has done to you. How long have you been tormenting yourself with this?" She clenched her jaw at his accusations, going to grab the worn book but he moved it from her grasp with an equally displeased look.

"What does this gain you?" He questioned, his intentions only pure for her. She sighed in frustration, running her hand over her hair. "It reminds me of the good parts. The parts I want to remember. So that one day when my daughter finds out the truth, she can know that he wasn't all bad. I don't want her to think she's a mistake, or that she'll be like him. I don't want that for her."

His eyes fell sadly, and he set the book back onto the piano before pulling her into a gentle embrace. "I understand your intentions, but I also know Kamari, and you can trust that she's intelligent enough to understand that she isn't a mistake, nor is she like him. I know you want to convince yourself that he had some good, and maybe he did, but there was not a moment where he was good to you, despite what your mind believes."

He brushed her hair from her face, cupping it with a gentleness. "You were thirteen years old, a child, and he took advantage of you. He's in prison for his actions. That is all Kamari is going to see him for, and nothing less. You do not need to sway her otherwise. Do you understand me?" She didn't respond verbally, just pulling him back into an embrace, thankful that he was always there to pull her back out. She took the book into her hand and followed him back upstairs.

She walked into the living room, going towards the lit up fireplace, ignoring the snores of her brother on the couch. Lewis returned from the kitchen, passing her a cold glass of apple juice that Kaylen had bought. Surely he wouldn't notice half of it gone. She sat down in the front of the fire, taking a sip of her juice as he watched her, waiting to see what she'd do. After a minute, she tore out two pages from the book to keep and tossed the whole thing into the fire.

"What'd you keep?" He wondered.

"The song you wrote for me. It's the only one worth keeping." She shrugs, standing back to her feet and moving past him to head upstairs and freshen up for the day.

"How is it still freezing in here?" Kaylen shivers, rolling off the couch and crawling over to the fireplace, laying down on the fluffy rug and curling up for warmth as Lewis just snickered at him. The doorbell suddenly rang unexpectedly, causing him to quip up, "you expecting anyone?" He just groaned, turning on his other side to get more comfortable.

Lewis rolled his eyes and stood up, walking to the front door. He unlocked it and pulled it open. "Am I still dreaming?" He frowned in confusion, tilting his head at the athlete. "No, you are not. I am very real. Is Keziyah here by any chance? She said she was staying here yesterday." Kelsey questioned, her eyes still a bit droopy from the long flight.

"Uh yes, she's upstairs. Come on in. Does she know you're here?" Lewis pulled open the door wider to let her in. She pulled off her shoes and put them next to the others on the side. "She does not, nope. It was a bit spontaneous, or as my teammates call it: impulsive." She said, gaining a light chuckle from him. "Given you have a game in two days, I would have to agree with your teammates. But, I have done something very similar to this, so I get it. Her room is upstairs, the door is painted like a forest so it's easy to find."

"Great. Thank you." Kelsey smiled, picking up her suitcase and heading upstairs. She found the door with ease, quietly pushing it open and stepping inside. She wasn't in there, but in the connecting bathroom taking a shower. Kelsey pulled off her hoodie and set it on her suitcase that was put off to the side. She walked into the bathroom, leaning against the counter as she watched Kez shower through the frosted glass.

She glanced at all the stuff along the counters and almost everything included lavender and hemp, of course. "I just know people with lavender allergies hate to you comin'." She comments, observing a bottle of lavender body oil.

"Am I still high?" Kez mumbled to herself, recalling the edibles she took at the club when celebrating with Kaylen. "Yes. I am your inner thoughts." Kelsey added, and the singer turned around and pushed open the door, her eyes growing wider. "This just feels excessive," she stated, holding up a bottle of lavender scented nail polish.

"You have a game in two days in the states and you're here in the UK...are you insane?" She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest but Kelsey was more distracted by her very naked and dripping wet body. "I don't know how you expect me to concentrate when you look that good naked," she stated. "You are ridiculous. Take your clothes off." She ordered, stepping back into her shower.

"Yes ma'am." Kelsey grinned, quickly getting undressed and joining her under the hot water.

"You know you can't stay here long, right? I don't want you to miss your game." Kez said, sliding her arms around her waist to bring her closer, not desiring any space between them. "I know. I want you to come back with me. Come to my game. And don't pull out no bullshit excuse cause I called Neela and she said she cleared your schedule for the week."

"So, you flew all the way here to ask me that in person?" Kez chuckled softly.

"Yup. I'm not takin' no for answer." Kelsey smirked, patting her cheek before reaching behind her to grab the bottle of soap. She glanced down at the scent, "you have got a serious problem with all this lavender."

"It's healing, and brings a beautiful calmness. You should try it." Kez encouraged. "Maybe I should suggest this to A'ja too 'cause she really be gettin' feisty out there lately," she mumbled, and Kez cracked a laugh, knowing just how true that was. "Ja, she could definitely benefit from a bit of meditation and lavender."

"I watched the race with the team, and it was really good. I especially loved the part where you looked like my coach all stressed out and shit." She laughed lightly, recalling what part the was, right after Mick made some contact with George. "Ja, not my proudest moment, but Kaylen still pulled though and Mick got us some valuable points so it was good in the end. I hope they at least showed that part on camera so I didn't look like an evil witch."

"They got a glimpse of happiness, but I gotta say, I much prefer the evil witch. She's very hot." Kelsey smirked, flirting so effortlessly, enough to make the singer a tiny bit flustered. "I'm sure she is," she mumbled, leaning down to connect their lips, the bottle of soap falling to the floor with forgetfulness from the athlete.

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"I need more fluids," Kaylen mumbled against the fluffy rug with a groan.

"What you need is to get your lazy arse up and off my rug before you fuck it up with your drool," Lewis said sternly. Kaylen frowned, "who spat in your tea this morning?" He grumbled, pulling himself up from the rug to move back onto the more comfortable couch. "Just the realization that I'm gonna be single forever because I have commitment issues," he shrugged, staring up the ceiling.

"That's not true. There's gotta be at least one woman in this world who will put up with you and your lack of commitment to relationships over your career," Kaylen replied bluntly, not caring for how poorly he worded it because he knew he wasn't wrong. "Besides, if Kez has worse issues then you, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"I heard that you dumbass," Kez scowled, smacking the back of his head.

"Ow! I told no lies. You both got serious commitment issues but yours are worse," he defended.

"You are the last one to be talking when you can't keep a man for more than three months," Kez retorts, plopping down on the couch and pulling Kelsey's legs over her lap. "You did not need to go there," Kaylen frowned, sinking back into the couch.

"Have you met Jae-hyun yet, Kelsey?" Lewis wondered, glancing up from his phone, receiving a suspicious look from his best friend. "Nope, I unfortunately have not. I've only met Kaikara and that was like years ago at the celebrity games." Kaylen quipped up with an evil looking smirk, "was that the games when Diana made a comment about my mum and Kez got a tech for shoving her?"

"You know damn well that was the game, you just wanted to bring it up again," Kez scowled, grabbing the pillow to throw at his face. "Any opportunity to bring that game up is a blessing to me. You always get pressed," Kaylen laughed. Kelsey smiled, resisting the urge to laugh when she seen how tight Kezie's jaw got from staring down her brother. "I loved that game. Is it was so much fun playing with DT rather than against her."

"Why don't you fly to Phoenix and confess your love to her then?" Kez retorts bitterly.

"Who knew you had jealousy issues?" Kesley smirked, receiving an eye roll but she could see the small smile tugging up at the singer's lips.

"They pop out when it's someone who pushes her buttons," Lewis comments, getting up from the couch as Kez flipped him off. Kaylen grabbed the remote to turn on the TV as Lewis went to get the door. Roscoe came into the living room and Kelsey grinned at him, pulling him up onto the couch with her. "Hello. What's your name dude?" She awed, giving him some much beloved rubs.

"That's Roscoe," Kez chuckled, seeing how much the bulldog already adored Kelsey in just seconds of meeting her. "Hi Roscoe. I'm Kelsey, and you are just the sweetest thing, ain't you? Yeah, you are." She smiled, pressing a kiss to his furry head.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Kez cleared her throat, sitting up better. "Lewis invited me over for breakfast." Jae explained, shrugging off his coat. "Did he now?" Kez smiled tightly, Lewis giving her a sheepish smile in return. "Sup, dad," Kaylen held out his hand tiredly, and Jae chuckled as he shook it. "Son."

"Uh, dad, this is Kelsey. Kelsey, this is my dad." Kez introduced, rubbing her neck awkwardly because she hated introductions with her parents. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kumalo," Kelsey smiled, getting up to shake his hand. "You as well, and just call me Jae. We don't use formalities here. Keziyah thinks of them too proper." He said, pushing Kaylen's feet away to sit down only for him to kick them back up on his father's lap.

"That makes lots of sense actually," Kelsey mumbled.

"So, when I invited you over for breakfast, I actually just meant I wanted you to make it," Lewis chuckled awkwardly, sitting down the opposite of his godfather.

"I figured that."

"Awkward," Kaylen mumbles.

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a/n: live laugh love kaylen

idk what to put here 🏃‍♀️

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