We walked out the front door and I set Bibi on the ground. She grabbed my hand and held it in her little one while Monroe grabbed my other hand.

There was a park right down the street. I guess it had a big field with goal posts already on it.

“So, Elsa, how good are you at soccer?” Ben asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Captain at my old school.” I smirked as he gulped visibly.

“Can I please switch teams?” He begged shamelessly.

“Forget you too, Benjamin. Psh” Justin scoffed in offense. “And no, you cannot switch teams.” He added with a smirk.

I smirked at...