A/N: Be warned I don't watch football often I rarely understand it… So I've pretty much cluesless to the football world. Haha. Isn't this failacular?
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"Daddy" A smiling face papered in front of her father as he watched the boys spring football training. "Hi pumpkin." He smiled Steve said wrapping his arm around his little girl. "Who is he?" She whispered pointing over the the new guy on the team. "That's Chad. He's the freshman quarterback this year." Steve said softly to his daughter. "Oh…" She whispered. "He's cute." She smiled up at him again.
Shaking his head as he continued to watch the boys. "Sonny." He said looking down for a second. "Can I pass the left-overs from mommy's cooking spree out? Its all the cookies she made but couldn't sell…" Sonny said smiling up at her father. He looked down at the girl. Clearly he couldn't say know to her mothers brown eyes and his smile. "Sure. I'll round the team up." Steve said before taking the whistle from around his neck and blowing into it. "TAKE TEN!" He yelled out. Of course by this time all the older boys had spotted Sonny and a few of them smiled at her. "Sonn-ayyy!" Two of the boys called coming over to her and hugging her. She scrunched up her nose for a second before smiling at the boys. "Jeremy! Josh!" She smiled giving them both a quick kiss to the cheek. It didn't bother Steve much due to the fact almost all the older boys were like the sons he never had.
Sonny quickly slapped the boys hands away from her basket. "IN LINE!" She called out to the boys that were near her. It amazed Steve how one little thirteen year old girl could get a bunch of boys who weighted three times as much and were twice the height of her to make a straight line in a matter of seconds.
One by one a boy came and grabbed a cooking before heading off to the shaded part of the field. "Thanks Sonny." They would mumble as they sat down by the bleachers. As the line moved on it slowly reached towards the back of the line. "Well. Don't just stand there like any idiot." Sonny said rolling her eyes at the last boy. "Take one Chad." She said smiling as she held the basket out.
The blond boy wasn't sure how she knew his name until he recognized her at the girl he's seen the coach with a couple times. "Um… Thanks… Shortstuff." Chad said before grabbing one. "What did you call me?" She called out as he took a few steps away. "Shortstuff…?" Chad mumbled quietly in fear. Of course he did know not to mess with the coach. But for some reason he was even more scared to mess with his daughter. " I may be short. But I'm not. I repeat. Not that short." Sonny said glaring at Chad. "Uh… Yeah you are short…" Chad mumbled.
Sonny gave him a sickly sweet smile before he knew it he could see the coach's amused smiled and hear a few of the senior boys snicker. Chad opened his mouth to say something but by the time he could have he was flipped over and on the ground. Sonny had placed a foot on his chest. "Don't ever call me shortstuff." She said looking down at him before dropping an extra cooking onto him.