Y/N POV

Alex and I sat next to one another on the edge of her bed. I had purposely left some space between us, unsure of how Alex was feeling about the whole situation during that moment.

A part of me was terrified that she hated me, or wanted to break up with me because I hadn't told her about my mom, even though she had brought up the goalie quite a few times over the last 8 months.

What if she didn't trust me anymore? 

What if she didn't want to be with me because of Hope being my mom?

All of these thoughts and questions swirled around in my brain, causing me to feel overwhelmed and dizzy. I tried to focus on the fact that Alex hadn't seemed mad when she asked to talk about it, which was hopefully a good sign.

"Relax, Y/n. I'm not upset." The brunette said softly, as if reading my mind. She gave me a warm, sparkling smile; the one I had so quickly fallen in love with. 

"Honestly, I'm more upset at Hope for making you lie for so long. I can't imagine what it must have been like for you."

I shrugged, my nails digging into my palm slightly. "I mean...I don't know...she didn't make me lie. I just...I just went along with it. Even though it made me miserable, I figured she at least had a good reason for it, you know? I mean obviously now I know, but the longer she hid me, the more I started to feel that maybe I had done something wrong. I guess this whole things was sort of a big miscommunication."

I small, humorless chuckle left my mouth. Thinking about the situation now made the whole things seem fucking stupid.

"Well, regardless, you are the strongest, bravest person I know. I know I wouldn't have been able to deal with that and make the national team. I'm really proud of you Y/n."

Her hand cupped my cheek and I leaned into the touch, relishing the feeling of her skin on mine. Alex just had a way of instantly calming me down and making me feel loved. 

Even still, the guilty, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach didn't leave. "Are you sure you're not mad? I mean, I totally get if you were, I basically lied to you for like 8 months even after you-"

"Y/n! Stop." She giggled, silencing me with a sweet kiss. "Baby, I promise you, I'm not mad. It's okay. I don't trust you any less, I don't think you're a horrible person. Quite the opposite actually." She laughed, the pad of her thumb rubbing my cheek.

"Y/n Grant, I love you so much."

Now it was my turn to pull her into a kiss, my hands on her hips.

"I love you more, Alex Patricia Morgan."

The forward smiled, moving her position so that she was cuddling me. I sat back against the headboard, the brunette sitting in my lap with my arms wrapped around her.

"Wait..." Alex said after a few minutes of silence.

"Hmm?"

"Why is it Grant and not Solo? I mean, aside from the fact that you guys having the same last name would be so fucking obvious. Where did Grant come from?"

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck. "It's my middle name. When I was really little I had a beagle named Grant. He was my best friend."

"Aww! You named yourself after your dog? That's so cute!" Alex laughed, teasing me.

I shook my head in faux annoyance, but couldn't hide my grin.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Anyway,  when it came time to go to school and play soccer, mom and I picked that name for me. I suppose I never really thought I'd have the chance to have Solo on my jersey. Maybe the next world cup. I'm sure the team will lose their shit once they find out I'm named after a dog."

The blue eyed woman cackled with laughter, her body shaking in my arms. "Probably."

"Speaking of the team, I wonder how they're handling it. I wouldn't be surprised if they all want to beat my ass."

Alex shook her head, turning so that she was now straddling my lap, looking into my eyes. "I highly doubt that. Everyone here loves you to death, and after Hope's explanation, I don't think anyone can hold it against you. I think everyone is surprised, but I feel like deep down, we all sort of new."

"What? How?"

Alex rolled her eyes, smirking. "Well it's sort of obvious, isn't it? You're a goalkeeper, like Hope, you're a total douche, like Hope-"

"Okay wow, rude!"

"Shhh! I'm not done! And You've got her eyes, her black hair, and her abs. Well, to be honest, I like yours better, and the tattoos just...." She made a chef kiss motion with her hands, making me laugh. "So yeah, now that I think about it, it's super obvious. Again, though, I cannot stress that while you look like your mother, you are way fucking hotter than her." Alex whispered the last part, nibbling on my ear.

My breath hitched slightly, but even through the haze of building arousal, I still managed to crack a witty response. 

"I'm sure Kelley would greatly disagree." 

My girlfriend stifled a laugh into my neck. "Oh probably. She's been simping for Hope since day one, just as I have for you."

"Is that so, Morgan? Remember when you used to hate me?"

I exploded with laughter at her reaction, which was a glare and a wack to the arm. "I did not hate you!"

"You really did, though. The first day I was here you got mad at me for checking out some random girls, even though we all knew you were just jelly."

I poked her sides for emphasis, enjoying the playful air between us.

"Was not! You were objectifying them!"

"What!? How! I literally just whistled! It's not like I said, 'damn mami, that ass tho'."

"Pftt might as well have." She grumbled, crossing her arms.

I smirked at her, sneakily moving my hands to rest on her lower back, slowly moving down to her ass.

"Princess, there's no need to be jealous. I've said it a billion times, but I'll say it again; I only have eyes for you. So, if it helps, damn mami, that ass tho." I threw my head back with a chuckle with she squealed as I squeezed her ass.

"It baffles me that we're together."

"You love me." 

She smiled, throwing her arms over my shoulders. "I do."

She pulled me into a heated kiss, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging my head closer. My hands mindlessly kneaded the large, soft globes of her ass cheeks, unable to believe this woman was mine.

I wished we could have gone farther, but with the game happening tomorrow, and curfew being in a little less than an hour, I knew it was better to stop.

I pulled away when I could no longer breath, my chest heaving.

"This might be a weird time to bring this up, but have you talked to Kelley yet?"

I nodded, catching my breath. "We talked earlier. She's not upset at me, thankfully. I think we're gonna be okay. I just hope I can say the same for her and my mom."

"Speaking of her, I think the two of you need to have a conversation."

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Probably."

"Y/n, you don't want to be stressed out or distracted during the game tomorrow. You guys should talk tonight. Trust me, you'll feel better."

I as much as I didn't want to admit it, she was right. 

"Come on, let's go see if their done talking."

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Kelley POV

A huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders after talking to Hope. I wasn't quite sure where we were gonna go from here relationship wise, but I felt good about it. A date sounded nice.

"Well, I should probably go. I know you've got to sleep what with the game being tomorrow and all. I still have to talk to Y/n." Hope sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Thank you, Kelley. This means so much to me, and I really appreciate you listening and giving me a second chance."

I smiled at the older woman, looking into the eyes I had fallen in love with all those years ago. The love that had honestly done nothing but grow, even in her absence. 

"I love you so much, Hope Solo." I said before I could stop myself.

The goalies eyes filled with tears and then she grinned, the dazzling smile lighting up her whole face. "I love you too, Kelley O'Hara."

And then we were kissing and Hope was pulling me into her lap, her strong hands gripping my hips.

I had missed this so much; her smell, her taste. The way it felt to be with her. 

I pulled away after a few minutes, unable to stop smiling. "As much as I'd like to continue this, I'm pretty sure that goes against the whole 'starting slow thing', and you still need to talk to Y/n."

The brunette nodded and I reluctantly climbed off her lap, pulling off the bed to stand. "Come on, let's go find the kid."