Their future
“Do we have to go have dinner with our parents?” Kellan complained from her blanket fort in the living room of the small Orlando apartment.
Hallie, who had been getting ready for the last hour while her fiance watched the Duke-UNC basketball game, nodded while putting in a small diamond earring.
Alex, Tobin, Ali and Ashlyn had made it out to DC for the weekend to watch their daughters play in their first game for the Orlando Pride. Kellan and Hallie had been traded from the Thorns and the Reign respectively in the expansion draft to welcome in the new California club, Real Los Angeles.
It was ironic, two childhood best friends who had grown up in Orlando only to find themselves back, this time as a couple, to the place where it all began.
“Unless you want them to find out that we’re engaged via the Instagram I’m going to post later”
Kellan turned her attention away from the TV, a horrified expression on her face, and looked at Hallie.
“You wouldn’t dare. You know both our moms would murder us.”
“Try me.” hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.
The forward grumbled her concession and began to remove herself from the nest of blankets she had built for herself. Hallie watched in amusement from the hallway as Kellan, in her hole ridden and clearly worn out Duke sweats, shuffled from the couch and towards Hallie .
“I can’t believe you’re making me put on pants for our parents. This is unfair, an injustice really”
“You’re an actual child.” Hallie rolled her eyes, ignoring Kellan’s pout.
Green eyes stared back at her, suddenly softening as Kellan took Hallie’s hands and pulled her closely.
Kellan allowed her gaze to linger over Hallie’s body. Her girlfriend-shit her fiance- was hot, there was clearly no denying that. Hallie wore a simple black sundress with lace trim that fell just at mid thigh. Hal’s freckles stood out, a result of only wearing mascara in addition to the Florida tan that had recently graced her skin.
She admired the way the dress hugged her fiance’s curves and how the pearl white statement necklace, one Kellan had bought for her on a trip to Spain last summer, brought out Hallie’s eyes.
Not able to handle herself anymore, Kellen pressed her lips to Hallie’s completely entranced by the softness of her lips and the lingering taste of the white wine they had with lunch.
“We’re going to be late Kell,” Hallie murmured, a small shiver running up her spine when Kellan moved from her mouth to leave a trail of small bite marks along her neck.
“Or we could just not go”
Hal genuinely entertained the thought of not attending another family dinner. God knows the two women had been to a million of them growing up.
But then Kellan’s hands moved from their place at the top of Hallie’s waist, down to play with the hemline of her dress, slowly inching the fabric higher and higher.
Fuck it.
They were twenty minutes late to dinner because Orlando traffic at four-thirty was especially heavy. Mothers humored their daughters, ignoring the newly formed hickey on Kellan’s pulse point or the scratch marks on the back of Hallie’s neck.