Doing what I want

Fathers Day

Amid the animosity of the Finals it was Father's Day, Y/n, Jenna, and Y/n Junior shared a heartwarming celebration, joined by James.

Jenna, with a thoughtful smile, expressed, "Happy Father's Day, Y/n. You've not only shown your prowess on the court but also your incredible dedication to our family."

Y/n, appreciating the sentiment, responded, "Thanks, Jenna. Being a father is a blessing, and having you and Y/n Junior by my side makes every day special."

Y/n Junior, in his own adorable way, presented Y/n with a homemade card, filled with colorful scribbles and a picture that resembled a basketball hoop.

James, chimed in, "Happy Father's Day, bro. You're not just a legend on the court; you're killing it as a dad too."

Y/n, Jenna, Y/n Junior, and James decided to escape the intensity of basketball and bask in the simple joys of family. Their destination: an old-fashioned arcade, a place filled with the nostalgic charm of flashing lights, the clatter of arcade games, and the promise of carefree fun.

As they entered the arcade, Y/n Junior's eyes widened with excitement. The cacophony of sounds and the vibrant array of flashing lights instantly captured his attention. Clutched in Jenna's arms, he couldn't wait to explore this new world of wonders.

Y/n, always one to embrace the spirit of competition, suggested, "How about a little friendly competition? Winner gets bragging rights for the day."

Jenna, holding Y/n Junior, chuckled, "You're on. But let's start with something easy."

Their first stop was the classic Skee-Ball. Y/n, cradling Y/n Junior with one arm, effortlessly rolled the ball with the other. His competitive edge kicked in as the balls landed in the highest-scoring pockets.

James, trying to keep pace, playfully teased, "Careful, Y/n. Don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the little guy."

Y/n, with a grin, replied, "Oh, it's on."

As the scores tallied up, Y/n emerged victorious in the Skee-Ball showdown, earning those coveted bragging rights. Y/n Junior clapped his tiny hands, seemingly aware that his dad was the champion.

Next up was the air hockey table. Y/n, carefully handing Y/n Junior to Jenna, took on James in a match that quickly escalated into a spirited duel. The puck whizzed back and forth, and the competitive banter filled the air.

Jenna, enjoying the spectacle, cheered them on, "Go, Y/n! Show him who's boss."

Y/n Junior, with wide-eyed fascination, followed the swift movements of the puck. The game ended with Y/n scoring a decisive win, celebrating with a triumphant fist pump.

The family adventure continued as they explored various arcade games. Y/n and James took turns holding Y/n Junior, ensuring that the little one had a front-row seat to all the excitement.

Whack-a-Mole proved to be a hilarious challenge, with Y/n Junior giggling each time a mole popped up. Jenna, holding him now, joined in on the fun, trying to outscore the guys.

Amid the laughter and joy, Y/n couldn't help but appreciate these simple moments. In the midst of a championship battle and the demands of stardom, the arcade offered a respite—a chance to be just a family having fun.

The claw machine caught Y/n Junior's attention. He pointed excitedly at the stuffed animals inside, his eyes filled with delight. Y/n, determined to make his little one smile, tried his luck at the claw machine.

"Come on, lucky charm," Y/n teased as he maneuvered the claw. To everyone's surprise, the claw successfully grabbed a plush basketball, earning cheers from Y/n Junior and a round of applause from the onlookers.

Jenna, holding the prized toy, laughed, "Looks like we have a future basketball star here."

As the day at the arcade unfolded, Y/n Junior reveled in the attention and the vibrant surroundings.

Whether it was the bright lights of the racing games or the challenge of the shooting gallery, he seemed to enjoy every moment spent with his family.

The photo booth presented an opportunity to capture these memories. Y/n, Jenna, and James squeezed into the booth, Y/n Junior comfortably nestled in Y/n's arms.

They posed for goofy pictures, capturing the essence of their playful outing.

With the playful echoes of the arcade still ringing in their ears, Y/n, Jenna, Y/n Junior, and James found themselves drawn to an outdoor basketball court bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun.

The court, a canvas for countless pickup games and friendly competitions, presented the perfect opportunity for another round of family fun.

James, always the instigator of good-natured rivalry, proposed a basketball challenge. "How about a little one-on-one, but with a twist?" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Curiosity piqued, Y/n arched an eyebrow. "What's the twist?"

A grin spreading across his face, James pointed to a lever near the hoop. "We'll play with the rim moving. Adds a bit of challenge, don't you think?"

Jenna, Y/n Junior in her arms, chuckled at the prospect. "You're getting creative with these challenges, James."

Undeterred, James headed to the lever and, with a theatrical flourish, set the rim into motion. It swayed gently from side to side, adding an unpredictable element to the upcoming basketball showdown.

The game commenced, with James showcasing his veteran skills, dribbling effortlessly and adapting seamlessly to the moving rim.

Y/n, accustomed to the precision of a stationary hoop, found himself momentarily thrown off by the rhythmic swaying.

As they maneuvered across the court, James exploited the moving rim to his advantage. Shots that seemed destined to miss would curve and drop through the basket, earning him a steadily increasing lead.

Jenna, amused by the spectacle, cheered them on. "Come on, Y/n! You can do it!"

Y/n, adjusting to the unconventional challenge, focused on his shots. The moving rim demanded a recalibration of his usual shooting instincts. It was a test of adaptability, and Y/n was determined not to be outdone.

However, James's experience and cunning on the court proved to be the deciding factor. With a well-timed dribble and a swift shot, he secured the final point, winning the match.

Y/n, catching his breath, couldn't help but laugh. "I have to admit, I'm not used to the rim moving. You got me there, James."

James, basking in the glory of his victory, clapped Y/n on the shoulder. "It's all in good fun, my man. Gotta keep you on your toes, even on the basketball court."

Jenna, joining the banter, teased, "Looks like James is the king of the moving rim challenge."

Y/n Junior, blissfully unaware of the intricacies of the game, clapped his hands in delight at the animated spectacle unfolding before him.

As the day wound down, the family, with smiles etched on their faces, strolled out of the arcade. Y/n Junior, now drowsy from the excitement, leaned against Y/n's chest, a contented expression on his tiny face.

Reflecting on the day, Y/n mused, "This was exactly what we needed. A break from the intensity, a chance to just enjoy being a family."

Jenna, intertwining her fingers with Y/n's, agreed, "Absolutely. These moments are the ones we'll cherish forever."