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[another-blake-griffin-fanfiction]

Chapter Five

I entered the room, and Kieran was still asleep. I put the TV on and found a house hunting show. I set the plate down on the nightstand, and decided we would go swimming while waiting at the hotel for practice to end. I pulled out a bikini and a cotton dress for me, and slipped into it. I pulled out swim shorts for Kieran, his favorite towel, floaties, sandals, and his pair of goggles. I pulled my hair up into a sloppy bun, and lied down in my bed, settling into the show. It was mindless, but I couldn't do much else. Two or three shows later, Kieran began to stir. I got up and knelt next to his bed. "Good Morning, sweetheart." "Mommy!" I picked him up out from under his sheets, and kissed his curls. I sat him on the end of the bed and straightened up his sheets, pulling him up next to the nightstand. He grabbed a pancake, and shoved it into his mouth. When he finished, I cleaned him up and dressed him in his bathing suit and slid on his floaties. I took his hand and lead him to the stairwell, before putting him on my hip and carrying him up the stairs. We made it to the pool, where Jada also happened to be. I waved, and picked a chair to put our stuff down on. I took off the dress, and Kieran's sandals, and helped him put his goggles on. We walked into the shallow end of the warm pool. Kieran was a bit apprehensive at first and clung to my hand tightly, but once he was in he appeared to be fine. I pulled him into the pool so I could swim, too, and he obviously was able to just stay wherever and float. "Stay here." I swam away a few feet and held out my arms. His lip quivered. "Swim to Momma. Kick your feet baby. Come to Mommy!" He gave it a try, and lit up when he saw that he moved a bit. I held my arms out to him, and he kicked his way over. "Good job!" I kissed his cheek, proud of my son. Jada and Cameryn swam over, and Jada told me how Kieran did last time. Turns out he didn't like the water much, and just hung onto her. He seemed to be much better today. He was even daring to swim away from me. Jada, having gone through this with both of her children, followed along with us as I trailed him. I picked him up and stood him on the side of the pool. I backed up a bit and held out my arms. "Jump in!" I told him. Cameryn jumped out and jumped into my arms, showing him. It took some persuasion, and he looked kind of scared, but he eventually jumped in, too. All in all, it had been a day of milestones for Kieran. He seemed to really be getting the idea of swimming. We swam around a bit more, before we had to leave to get lunch and cleaned up. I took him back to the room, and had him sit on a towel in the bathroom while I showered. Once I was clean and dressed I ran a bath for him to get cleaned up as well. He was very well behaved, and the bath went quickly. He stepped into his pull up, and well, pulled it up. We walked out into the hotel room and dressed him in a blue checkered shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and cargo shorts. I put vans on his feet and brushed out his hair, before taking us to the diner up the block for lunch. I was in denim shorts and a blue checkered shirt. I liked to coordinate outfits with Kieran because I thought it was cute. Of course, if I had a daughter, it would work a bit better and I could do her hair, but Kieran is the perfect first child. We made it to the diner, and were seated quickly. Kieran sat next to me, and our waiter got him a placemat and crayons, while handing me the menu. "He's a cutie." The man smiled down at my son. "Yes, he is." I admired my baby. "I can see where he gets it from." The man was looking at me now, trying to be smooth. "His dad is quite the looker." I agreed. "We'll have chocolate milk." I smiled at the frowning waiter, who walked away grumbling about the "hot ones always being taken". Okay, buddy. I scanned the menu, deciding on a grilled chicken salad for myself and a chicken finger platter for Kieran. When the waiter came back I gave him our order. "Mommy, help." Kieran pointed to one of the blank characters. I picked up a blue and began to color in his legs. I finished coloring the character while Kieran scribbled all over, and our waiter showed up with our food. He placed it down in front of us. "Thank you." I smiled at him, and cut up Kieran's food, before setting the plate in front of Kier and starting in on my own lunch.

Kieran didn't finish his lunch, so I asked for it to be wrapped and I held his hand as we walked back to the hotel. It's so crazy to be in New York. I know I should be exploring it, but I don't want to get lost and I don't quite trust anyone. Some of the people could be rude. The biggest up side to New York is that nobody cared. In L.A. I was recognized all the time and constantly followed by the paps. In New York, I could blend into the crowds, and nobody knew who I was. I hadn't seen any paps since the first night when Blake, Kieran, and I walked out to the restaurant for dinner. It was cooler on the East Coast, as well. I really can't wait for the games to start. I'm starting to get homesick. I put on Disney Channel for Kieran, and lied down, reading a book. Maybe I was going so stir crazy because it seems like all I do is sit in this hotel room. Things should pick up since the games start tomorrow. Amid my thoughts, Blake walked in, gross from practice. "You were right." He told me. "All we did was analyze films and scrimmage a bit." "I told you." I sang. "Get cleaned up, we have to leave soon." I rushed him. He nodded, and headed into the bathroom. I got up and laid out his clothes. I picked out beige chinos and a black, short sleeved v neck shirt. I threw a pair of Blake's boxers on top of the pile of clothes and left them on the bathroom counter for him, along with a towel. I gathered Kieran and his bag, before setting Kieran on my hip. Blake came out of the bathroom, looking handsome as always. He slid on a pair of black Nike Dunks, and reached out for Kieran. Since Blake was still a little wet, his shirt clung to his abs. We took the stairs, since neither one of us was fond of the elevator after our mishap. Blake hailed a cab, and we got in. I gave him the address to Dr. Otis' office, and he handled the driver. We got stuck in a fair bit of traffic, but still made it there in time. The building was old, the interior dark and outdated. We got into an elevator (it was specifically the hotel elevators we didn't like) and rode up to the 12th floor. We stepped out into a waiting room, where there were a lot of children and parents waiting along the walls. Blake joined the congregation, and I quickly checked us in. I had just made it back to Blake when Dr. Otis himself stepped out with a family, wishing them a safe trip home. He picked up a clip board, and called out Kieran's name. This was it. We walked back into Dr. Otis' office, and he motioned for us to sit in the two chairs in front of his desk. "What brings you here today, Mr. & Mrs. Griffin?" "My wife doesn't think our son speaks enough. She worries he may have a developmental issue." Blake answered. "Is all this information here current?" He asked, looking to me. "Yes, it is." I told him. "Is that your only concern? His lack of speech?" "Yes." I cleared my throat. "Okay. I'm going to work with Kieran for an hour, and then I'll come back with my diagnosis." Blake set Kieran down, and he followed Dr. Otis into what looked like a well stocked playroom. The door shut behind them. Blake sighed. "And now, we wait."

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With a career high season, it’s no wonder Blake Griffin has found himself in the MVP talks this year.