Push past Alina and go give your son a prep talk (+1 husband point).
From Create Your Own Story
You blush aside your horny desires for a second. "No, I can't, Alina. I'm sorry. I'm a family man. Ava and my kids are my life. I'm very apologetic for your fight with my son. He's got a hard head. And me and the misses get into a few arguments here and there."
Alina looks a bit disappointed. "I can't argue with that, but I hope one day you realize how much I can please you. I'm going to be a lawyer one day, and I have a very persuasive personality." Her long, seductive tongue slips from her mouth.
You laugh. "I'm sure you do."
"Don't make me prove it." She winks at you, and let's you pass.
You are walking away and see her shake her ass at you, tempting you one last time. You shake your head and continue walking, ignoring her.
You got to your son with a few minutes to spare. He looks pretty down on himself. His helmet was looking down at his cleats. You can tell he is not feeling confident.
"Hey, son."
Jason's eyes look up, and his face brightens. "Dad." He hugs you, and you can tell he is glad that his father came to talk to him.
"Hey, it's alright. This is your time as a starter. You're the guy right now. Don't worry about it. Just keep playing your game. Let it come to you. You can't force it."
"Dad, I'm not a good quarterback. I can't win the game." Jason said.
You shook him. "Look at me. You got this. Your my fucking son. And you will win this game. Believe in yourself like your mom and I do. Take ever snap one at a time."
Jason is looking better. He nods. "Okay, thanks, dad. That really helped. I just felt like the pressure was on me. I'm the new guy. I'm trying to lead."
"Just be a good leader." You said. "If you don't do anything, then you'll get benched. You have great instincts. Use them. And you have the arm." You pat his shoulder pads.
"Thanks, dad. That means a lot."
...
The game is all tied up. 21-21. Your son got the ball within the twenty-yard line with ten seconds left. One last place before trying a field goal to win. You know he can do it. The stadium is loud as hell, as your son calls it. He gets the ball snapped, and he's looking for his receivers.
His number one target is open, and the ball is on target. It's a beautiful spiral. The football is going in the air, and.... Snag. It's a touchdown with no time remaining. Your son did it. 27-21
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