Double fire🔥

//57//: Pure love

"Take, it will make you feel better." I didn't even know she came in as I was so lost in thoughts. With a small smile, I collected the cup of warm milk. It always helps.

I'm so exhausted of this constant mood swings I keep on having. Pregnancy sucks for real, but it's also so beautiful. I miss being hyper and doing things I usually do, but now it's all about tiredness and sickness.

Is this what my mother had to go through also?

"Thanks, Coach. I'm sorry for storming off."

She shrugged. Taking a seat beside me, she crossed  her legs to her comfort then placed her hands behind her head. "It's cool. It's the pregnancy hormones. If it wasn't, you'd be six feet underneath by now. And you know it."

I chuckled, "Thanks for everything Coach, i don't know what I would've done without you by my side."

"Hey, don't thank me for silly things. You're like the little sister I never had."

My face moved closer to hers and trust me, that was a really big risk I took because I could either end up in the floor or I'd end up getting slapped because she hates hearing people's breath directly on her face.

"Awww you see me as your little sister?" I pouted batting my eyelashes.

She shut her eyes close. "Do you want to die, Khaleed? Because I can make your dream come true real soon." She raised a daring brow.

I scoffed quietly then rolled my eyes before going back to my original position. "But seriously, I don't know anything about you. Tell me about yourself." I smiled genuinely.

She sighed then dropped her hands down, sitting properly. "What do you wanna know exactly?"

"Everything?"

"Well, I'm Camila Zayn. I'm thirty seven years old as you already know. UCLA's female basketball coach, proud citizen of the United States. I was the only child of my parents. Back then, we were living in New York before we moved to Los Angeles when I clocked seventeen to reside in permanently. We began having financial difficulties then so my parents were always fighting. My dad would come back home drunk and would beat up my mom. She also started drinking and it became habitual to both of them. My mom moved out and got married to a rich man abandoning both of us. They were both never there for me, I literally grew up alone. My dad was never around.

I decided to take up two part time jobs when I was eighteen, same time I entered twelfth grade. I managed to save up some money for my dream college which was UCLA. I moved out from my dad's house or shall I say we were kicked out by the original owner of the house because of the house rent. My dad went away and I went my own way.

With the help of my savings and some money I stole from my mother before she left, I was able to provide for myself and do everything for myself. I studied sport management and in few years time, my dream of becoming a basketball coach in UCLA came true. But God knows I went through a lot before getting to where I am today."

"You're really strong Coach. I mean really really strong. If it were me I would've given up from the start to be honest." I said with utmost sincerity. I could've never imagined that someone as brave as coach went through so much in her life. To every fierce person, there's a story behind him or her. Same as Coach. I love the woman a lot.

She chuckled then tilted her head to face me as I rubbed my bump. "No, you wouldn't. You would have fought till the very end to see your next light. You're the strongest person I know. What I went through is nothing compared to yours. Anyone in your shoes would've given up by now but here you are choosing to live and love yourself more than ever."