Football singularity-Chapter 331 Grandchildren Plan’s

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"May will you be my prom?" Those 7 simple words stared at her, but it felt like her entire world stood on its axis just waiting for her verdict. She could practically feel the eyes filled with curiosity around her just waiting for her answer. However, it was those always confidant green eyes that now held an unusual sense of vulnerability that mattered to her.

May’s breath hitched as she looked at the words on the poster, taking in their meaning. The air around her seemed to hold its breath, and the chatter of the students faded into a quiet hum. Her heart thudded in her chest, beating louder than the applause and cheers surrounding her.

For a moment, she forgot where she was. She forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and all the curious eyes watching her. It was just her and Rakim, standing in their own world, created by the emotions he’d poured out in his confession.

She felt a lump form in her throat, her hand lifting to cover her mouth as a wide smile spread across her face. She took a shaky breath, her mind racing with everything she wanted to say but couldn’t put into words. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she whispered, "Yes."

The single word slipped past her lips, so soft only he could hear it. But Rakim’s face lit up, his grin growing as he jumped from the trailer and immediately pulled her into a tight hug. Overcome by happiness, he spun her around, taking in her flowery scent that reminded him of lilies as his heart felt free. His confession, despite being cheesy, had been a success and something he felt he had to go all out for to make it mean something.

He’s never had a girlfriend in both of his lives and May had been his best friend for years so if they were to take the next step he wanted to do it right. Rakim set her down gently, still holding her close as the crowd around them burst into cheers, clapping and whooping as though they’d just witnessed the grand finale of a concert. The two of them however didn’t pay attention towards them as they started holding a conversation with each other.

"You know I was on my to confront you about our situation," May told him with a light pout but her happiness didn’t let her keep up the act as a bright smile quickly appeared on her face. "haha, good thing I did it just in time otherwise the months I spent preparing the song would have been wasted," Rakim replied with a light smile as he proceeded to lead her towards the side of the car where Emma was.

Despite not minding the students who watched his promposal he felt like they had seen enough and should now gracefully excuse themselves. It was like those partygoers who couldn’t take a hint and would stay until the host started to pack things up. They might think they are polite for helping but in all honesty, the people hosting only started cleaning up to make you leave. If they had left with everyone else, they probably would have waited the next day to do the cleaning.

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"Did she say Yes, I know she would, how could she not my son is the Cutest?" Lisa queried the moment she watched her son enter the house already knowing that he planned on confessing today. She had been waiting for the day that one of her babies would get a boyfriend and girlfriend and experience come colourful high school romance.

She had it all planned out, from chaperoning dates at the movies to secretly following them when they went on dinner dates. However, to this date, none of her children had even breathed a hint of romance. Many times, she had tried to encourage her daughter only to be met with a blank stare as the girl had the gall to say ’I need to study to keep my grades up.’

Her son was a completely different story as she could easily see that he held feelings for May but never seemed to do anything about them. His excuse was that ’girls will only slow down the speed of my improvement,’ although this made sense for someone aiming to become a professional athlete. Her son was already the best in his age group and even some of those above it, not to mention the fact that his direct opponents on the pitch weren’t his match.

Because despite having seen a plethora of wunderkinds who played against her son in different tournaments none of them faced him directly. Football unlike boxing, golf, tennis and athletics was a sport where a team’s overall strength has more impact than an individual’s strength. So, she did not believe that there existed a right or left back around her son’s age group that could stop him.

Despite believing this, she could only bite her tongue over the years as her son seemed to avoid romantic encounters like a man trying to save his money. They both enjoyed the attention they got but would never let it interfere with what was important to them. Rakim saw his mother going through various emotional stages as she seemed to be deeply thinking about something.

"Mum, are you listening?" He asked her waving his hand in front of her dreamy gaze trying to get her attention. He had been telling her about his promposal only to realise that his mother wasn’t computing his words.

"Ah yes, when did you say you’re giving me grandkids?" Rakim’s face immediately flushed a deep red at his mother’s unexpected question. "Mum!" he protested, the embarrassment making his voice crack slightly. He tried to play it off with a grin, but his mother’s expectant smile only intensified as she saw her chance to fluster her usually cool-headed son.

"What? I’m just saying, you and May would make cute grandkids for me one day," she stated with a mischievous glint in her eye, her arms crossed as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I’ve been waiting long enough, you know. Plus, with Emma probably leaving for England and you about to fully start your professional career in Europe the house will get lonely."

Rakim rolled his eyes hearing her words barely holding back the urge to palm his head in disbelief. Was his mother really asking him to give her a baby so she would have something to do at home while he and his sister were gone? Ignoring whether that made even the slightest bit of sense he had just asked May on their first official date, and she was already asking for a grandchild.

"Mum, you’ll scare her off if you start talking about babies when we haven’t even officially become girlfriend and boyfriend." Rakim retorted taking the seat in front of her. "Besides, aren’t you supposed to ask me to stay safe and use protection and all that parental stuff,"

"Son," she said with a serious expression on her face looking as if she was about to speak the gospel. "Life is too short to be careful, do what you want if it feels right. Obviously don’t go breaking any laws or I will personally send you to Jesus," she said with a bright smile on her face, looking as if she was simply talking about something cheerful. However, Rakim suddenly felt a cold sweat running down his back as he could clearly sense the threat in the latter half of her sentence.

"Sigh, just help me pick out one of my tuxes please, May says her dress will be Champagne coloured," He retorted unwilling to indulge his mother any longer fearing where she would take the conversation. "No Tux, we’ll get you an elegant Suit Italian or French, but what colour should we pair with Champagne," She responded with an excited smile as if she had been waiting for this request and had been holding back all this time.

"Mum, I think the dress code is Tux,"

"Dress codes can be changed,"

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"Okay"

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To Be continued...