Some of your questions might be answered in this chapter. I appreciated the amazing reviews you guys left on the last chapter :)

This one is kind of a filler. Hope you like it.

It was another day at the soccer field. Practice was coming to a close. At the moment the team of eager eight year olds were running about practicing dribbling and ball control. The twenty year old coach blew her chrome whistle, signaling for the children to cease and desist. Each of the players paused what they were doing and looked at their coach. "Gather around." Carter ordered, waving her hand in the air gesturing them to make a half circle in front of her. "Ok, guys." The coach said once the team was in front of her. Carter bent down on one knee and looked at her players. "..It's time to pick a team name."

The crowd of eight and nine year olds jumped up and down in excitement. "Tigers!" Olivia shouted with a fist in the air.

"No." Joshua disagreed. These two drove Carter crazy. In a good way, but still drove her a tad wacko. They were just like this last year. Best friends that didn't agree on a damn thing. "We must be Dragons!"

The rest of the team raised into an uproar over the topic. The players shouted out names of different animals at the top of their little lungs. The coach sighed, and face palmed. As the twenty year old dragged her hand down her face she yelled over the children. "We'll have a vote!" She instructed as she stood up. "Go to your parents, gather up some paper, and write down what you want the team to be called. One vote per player!" Carter announced.

The players darted off towards their parents, and if their parents weren't at the field yet they went to their friend's parents. Carter slowly began her walk to the bleachers. The closer she got the bigger her smile grew. The beautiful blonde woman she had been seeing was divvying out paper and pencils from her purse for the players to use. The dancer glanced up and saw the young coach headed her way. Sonny instantly smiled when their eyes locked. "Hey coach."

"Hello Ms. Munroe." Carter greeted warmly.

Every so often the two women would speak like they didn't know each other intimately solely for entertainment purposes. "I know you're all alone in that big house tonight." Sonny said tauntingly as she stood from the set of bleachers. "Why don't you come over to my place, and uh.." The blonde said as she unbuttoned one of her top buttons on the white button up shirt she had on. "Let me make you something to eat." She said huskily.

The dancer was oozing sexuality, and the soccer coach's mouth had begun to water. "Ms. Munroe.. Are you coming on to me?" Carter played back, holding her hand to her chest in mock shock.

Sonny was trying to stay in her predatory character. It was growing increasingly hard not to laugh or crack a smile. "Do it right.. and I'll be cumming on you."

Carter couldn't hang. She couldn't do it. "Fuck.." The twenty year old groaned. "I know you're playing, but jesus.." The brunette said bending down to put her hands on her knees.

Finally the dancer could laugh, and she did. "Ahahaa What's wrong youngin?" The blonde teased, buttoning her top back up.

The coach stood up straight. "Oh, I don't know. Some smoking hot woman tells me she wants to cum on me.. Instinct tells me to pounce, but I can't because there's like twenty kids running around." She mumbled. "You're too hot." Carter shrugged. "This will never work. You're too hot." She joked.

Sonny arched an eyebrow. "Is that right?" the dancer quizzed, clearly amused.

The twenty year old nodded, continuing their playful shenanigans. "Yeah. And, those eyes.. Damn those eyes." Carter said all of a sudden becoming serious. "Every single time I look into them.."

The coach had trailed off, and looked anywhere but in the blonde's eyes. Sonny's entire domineer changed. They're jolly mood transitioned into something much heavier. "Every time you look into them.. What?" The blonde questioned. She wasn't sure what was going on in the younger girl's brain. It could have been anything. The dancer's anxiety was creeping up on her, and she let doubt fill her thoughts.

But, then Carter grinned and looked back at the twenty-six year old in front of her. "Every time I look into your eyes I feel at home." The coach said staring back into the blonde's brown eyes.

The doubt that Sonny had felt creeping its way into her was now faded. True, Carter had done things to Sonny's body that no one has made her body feel before in the bedroom. But, in moments like this Sonny could see into Carter Mason's soul. She could see she was still pure hearted. "..I-" Sonny cut herself off. Her mouth almost moved faster than her brain and she almost spit out an 'I love you'. "I, uh." The blonde said as she began to giggle.

Carter's smile widened. "What's up?"

Sonny glanced at the grass below her, then back up to the twenty year old. "You just.. you make me happy." The blonde replied with a face eating smile.

"Good." The coach said with a hint of arrogance. Then the brunette turned around to see where all her players were. "Hand in your votes!" Carter shouted.

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Even though Sonny was toying with Carter earlier at practice she was serious about the college student coming over for dinner. And, at the moment Carter had just arrived at the Munroe household. After practice and a nice hot shower the college student hopped in her Bronco to pick Tawni from the café, then the two traveled back to the house. The coach headed straight for the kitchen where Sonny was whipping up some chicken and cheese enchiladas.

"It smells so good in here." The coach stated upon entering the kitchen.

The blonde turned away from the stove to see her lover. "You said you liked Mexican, right?" She quizzed as she went to retrieve some plates from the cabinet above the sink.

"I love Mexican." Carter said excitedly, and then went over to peak into the oven. "Enchiladas?" The twenty year old said happily. They were her favorite. "I love enchiladas."

Sonny grabbed enough plates for everyone, and shut the cabinet door. When she turned around Carter was right next to her. She couldn't help but notice how good the younger girl smelt. "You smell really good." The blonde complemented.

"Thanks." The coach replied, gently taking the plates from the blonde. "I showered." Before Sonny could make a snarky teasing comment back the doorbell rang. "You have a door bell?" Carter quizzed as Bruce began to bark.

The dancer giggled at the coach. "Yeah. Some people use it, some people knock. And, then there's you. Just busting on in like you own the place." Sonny teased as she glanced over the brunette's shoulder to check the time. "Baby, take the enchiladas out. I'm going to see who is at the door." She said as whoever was at the house rang the doorbell once more.

The blonde exited the kitchen mumbling something about people being impatient. Carter put the plates down on the table and went to open the oven door as she heard Sonny command Bruce to go out back. The college student put on the floral designed oven mitts that were on the counter, and reached in and retrieved the dinner dish. She placed the dish in the center of the table, then heard Sonny yell something. It wasn't a scream or anything that would warrant she was in trouble. It was more of an aggravated sentence that was yelled.

Carter walked closer to the living room, and then heard the argument that was taking place. "What the hell Sonny! I can't believe you're with some girl now!" A man's voice echoed. It had a slight accent, almost Hispanic sounding.

"Wilmer. I have a child. I will not argue in front of, or where he can hear me." The blonde scolded harshly. "Furthermore, you have no right to show up at my house out of the blue like this screaming and shouting."

"I do when I go to pick your sister up from work, and get told by that faggot she works with how in love you are with some girl!" The man yelled. "What? I'm not good enough, so you had to go to women?"

"Let me make one thing clear." Sonny's tone was unforgiving. "I am not your girlfriend. If you choose to run around picking my sister up that's on you. What I do in my private time is up to me. You know I'm bisexual. It shouldn't matter if I'm fucking a man or a woman, Wilmer. The fact remains the same. We are over."

"This is the thanks I get for putting up with your shit!"

"My shit?" Sonny yelled back. "My shit!?"

"Yeah. Your shit!" He yelled. "I put up with so much bullshit for you! And, what? What do I get in return? Not a damn thing but you going behind my back!"

At that moment Carter decided to make her presence known. "What's going on?" the coach questioned. She finally got to look at the man that was yelling at the woman she had been spending so much time with. He was average height. Tan. Dark spikey hair, and a little goatee on his chin.

Wilmer stared at Carter. "Is this her?" He asked Sonny.

"Actually, it's Carter." The college student spoke for the blonde, introducing herself.

Instinctively Carter pulled Sonny behind her, and Wilmer noticed. "What are you like eleventeen?" the Hispanic man quizzed while making fun of how young she looked. She was certainly younger than him, but he was considerably older than Sonny.

"Alright." Carter said with a light chuckle. "This is how this is going to go. You have three options." She said stepping closer to the door. "One. You leave. No harm no foul." The twenty year old offered. "Two. I call the cops and have you removed." She said as she stepped outside of the home. "Or, three. I will make you leave the property. And, you don't want option three."

Wilmer had unknowingly taken a few steps back. But, at Carter's third option he felt challenged. "You're going to make me leave?" He quizzed disbelievingly. This girl was going to make him leave? No way.

"If that's the way you want to do this." Carter stated, reaching into her front pocket and pulling out a switchblade knife.

The amusement he once felt was long gone. He stared at the knife in the twenty year olds hands. "Do you even know how to use that?" He provoked, not letting his guard down.

The soccer coach shrugged. "One way for you to find out, huh." She said all too confidently as she took a step towards him.

Wilmer stumbled back. "Carter!" Sonny shouted. "Stop! I am not having this!" The blonde yelled as she walked outside and got between them. "Go home." She ordered her ex.

"I just want to know one thing.." He said looking at his ex-girlfriend, searching in her eyes. "..Are you fucking her?"

"Yes." The blonde replied without hesitation.

"Is she better than me?" His pride was on the line. In his head he was being emasculated.

The dancer sighed. "Go home Wilmer." She huffed.

"I will after you answer me."

Sonny stared at her ex for a moment before whispering. "..Yes."

Wilmer felt defeated at Sonny's words. His heart wrenched and he held back tears. He clenched his jaw tightly. He knew she was being truthful. The dancer's ex turned around with his tail tucked between his legs as he walked to his car. The blonde let out a deep sigh before she turned around to face Carter. "If you ever. Ever. Complain about having to put up with my shit.. I will slap the pretty off of you." She warned the younger girl. "And, put the knife away." She disciplined. "Why do you even have that?" Sonny demanded to know as she reentered her home, Carter following in tow.

"My dad got it for me when I was seven." The college student replied as she shut the front door behind them.

The dancer turned around to look at Carter. "Your dad got you a knife at seven?" She quizzed questionably. She couldn't even picture her son with a knife. The whole idea seemed ridiculous.

"Yeah." Carter replied, but had something on her mind. "Who was that guy at the door?"

The blonde headed back into the kitchen. "He's my ex-boyfriend. We were off and on for a while."

Carter followed Sonny back into the kitchen and watched her. The blonde fell back into the rhythm of cooking. She had some Spanish Rice cooking on the stovetop. All the coach could manage to do was watch her. "..Sonny. Are you ok?" The brunette asked as she walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around the short woman's waist.

The dancer placed her hands over Carter's forearms. "Yeah. I'm fine.." Sonny replied as she stirred the rice on the stove. Carter stayed behind her, but moved the blonde's hair to one side so Carter had access to her neck. The college student placed delicate kisses on the dancer's neck. "Mmm.. Don't." Sonny hummed as she turned around in the brunette's embrace. "After dinner, ok?" The dancer said, pecking Carter's lips. As she pulled away Carter nodded her head in agreement, but Sonny couldn't take her eyes off of her. "..You are so pretty." The blonde whispered, running her hand along the coach's cheek.

The twenty year old smirked. "You think so?"

"Yes." Sonny said returning the smile.

"Well I think.." Carter said as she crept closer to the blonde, inching forward for a kiss. "You are stunning." She said just before connecting their lips.

It was second nature for the dancer to kiss Carter without hesitation. Even though she was busy cooking she let her lips find a rhythm with the younger girl. That was until she remembered she had something cooking on the stove. "Mhmm.. Carter." The twenty-six year old laughed, playfully slapping the brunette's shoulder. "Damn it, I'm trying to make you dinner."

Carter chuckled, and removed her arms from the dancer. "Ok. After dinner."

"Can you go get Tawni and Hunter? Tell them dinner is ready." The blonde asked as she spun around to turn off the burner.

The coach agreed to round everyone up for dinner, and set off to find them. She went to find Tawni first. The younger blonde was in her room painting her toe nails. "Was that you guys yelling?" The nineteen year old questioned the college student when she entered her bedroom.

"Ehh.. It's not important." Carter stated. "Dinner is ready though." She said, then left. The twenty year old wasn't up for talking about what happened. She was a little shaken up by it. She had never pulled a knife on anyone before. Maybe later she would try to get more in depth with what the whole thing was about with Sonny and her ex. But, for now she was working on calming not only her nerves but Sonny's. Is this really what Carter was going to have to deal with though? Crazy ex's coming to the house?

The soccer coach rested her back against the wall in the hallway, and just breathed. She knew Tawni would be a minute, and she could hear Hunter playing in his room. She was safe to just relax for a minute. Then Hunter came busting out of his room, an airplane in his hand as he ran down the hallway making a buzzing sound. 'A crazy ex, a kid, and a sexually confused sister..' Carter thought to herself. She was internally conflicted.

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After a smooth, laughter filled dinner Carter felt more confused than ever. Right before dinner she felt as if she couldn't handle a potential relationship with Sonny. But, after sitting through dinner with the odd family she found herself falling for them as a whole family.

"I'm sorry about you having to deal with Wilmer." Sonny apologized. Currently she and Carter were out on a walk, holding hands. Hunter had been put to bed for the night, so they let Tawni have some alone time in the house and decided to take Bruce for a walk.

They have walked the Doberman a few times. Each time Sonny has to hold the leash. Bruce never followed Carter's commands very well. The couple was rounding a corner when a question popped into the college students mind. "Is Wilmer Hunter's father?"

The blonde chuckled. "No." She said glancing over to Carter. "Don't get me wrong. He's a great guy.. but, he's a little boy himself. And, I don't have time for someone that refuses to grow up."

"Who is Hunter's father?" The brunette couldn't help but ask. Sonny's demeanor altered to a more solemn state. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's cool." The coach said after noticing the change in mood.

The dancer didn't say anything for a moment. In truth Carter felt awkward. She wondered why she even asked the question. "There's a park right up there." Sonny said pointing off in the distance. The park was about two blocks away. "Let's go sit on the swings."

So they did just that. The two women made their way to the park, and once they arrived Sonny tied her dog up on a pole. "Come sit down. I'll push you." Carter called out from the swing set.

The dancer walked over and sat down. Carter kissed the top of her head before gently pushing her. As the blonde swung with the aid of the coach she felt as if she owed her an answer. "Do you really want to know who Hunter's father is?" She quizzed as she flew back up into the air.

"If you're willing to tell me." Carter replied.

Sonny had a choice to make. She could tell the younger girl, or she could avoid it. She knew Carter wasn't the kind of person to persist over something like this. She had already opened up so much to her, so why not about this.. Sonny was still waiting for Carter to ask her out. So, right then and there Sonny decided either this girl was going to accept her fully for who she was, which she has done so far. Or, she was going to run like most others have done. Sonny was going to take her younger sister's advice and just take the risk. "..I don't know who his father is." The dancer admitted. "When I was in New Orleans I always made the Johns use protection.. But, fate just so had it that I wound up pregnant. Somewhere along the way some John's condom broke." Carter kept pushing her swiftly while she continued. "When I found out I was pregnant.. My pimp beat me, and left me in an alley.. I ended up stealing change from a homeless man, and calling my mother. it was the first time she had heard from me in years.. If I hadn't gotten pregnant with Hunter I would probably still be working the corners in New Orleans."

Carter grabbed the chains of the swing Sonny was on, and stopped it as slowly as she could. Then the coach walked around to the front. She kneeled down and saw that Sonny had silently let a few tears fall down from her eyes. The twenty year old wiped away the blonde's tears. She didn't know what to say, so Carter did the only thing she could think of. She pulled the dancer close to her, kissed her forehead, then pulled her into her completely.

The blonde was wrapped up in the twenty year old's warm embrace. And, she broke. All the emotions she had kept inside poured out. And, Carter soothed her by rubbing her back and planting loving kisses in her sweet smelling blonde hair.

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