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Stars, Stripes & Three Hearts
Pairing: Pazzi x fem!y/n
Fandom: WNBA – Dallas Wings
Summary: The fourth is better in the south
A/N: I now it’s a week after the fourth but here we are..
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“Baby, are you sure this is okay?” I looked in the rear view mirror from the driver’s seat of my mama’s SUV, that was dropped off at the airport last night, just in time to see Paige nervously adjusting the bill of her Dallas hat she got last year.
“…Paige Bueckers,” I deadpanned. “You have played in front of twenty thousand people.”
“Yeah,” she nodded seriously. “But they ain’t your grandma.” Azzi snorted from next to me. “She’s got a point.”
“You too?” Paige gasped dramatically.
“I’m just saying… your grandma has that church stare.” I couldn’t even argue because… She absolutely did.
I reached over the center console, intertwining my fingers with Azzi’s “They’re gonna love y’all.”
“…Even after we tell them?”
I smiled. “They’ll probably be confused.”
“Probably?”
“They’re in their seventies, P.”
Paige, sighed then leaned forward between our seats.
“I’m ready, I guess.”
“You say that now.”
“I am.”
“…Until Grandpa starts asking questions.”
The second we pulled into my grandparents’ yard…
Chaos. Pure. Southern. Chaos.
Kids were chasing each other with water balloons. My uncles were arguing over who burned the ribs.
Somebody had music blasting from a speaker. My auntie screamed—“THE BABY’S HERE!”
I laughed. “I’m twenty-two!”
“You’ll always be the baby!” Before I could even shut my door I was swallowed into hugs.
Then…
Every single person noticed the two gorgeous basketball players standing behind me.
“…Well now.” My grandma smiled politely. “And who are these pretty girls?”
I wrapped an arm around Azzi. The other around Paige. I looked between everyone gathered on the porch.
“So…”
Deep breath. “I wanted y’all to meet my girlfriends.”
…
Silence. One cousin dropped his soda. My aunt blinked.
My granddaddy adjusted his glasses.
“I’m sorry.”
He pointed.
“You said… girlfriends?”
“Yes sir.”
“As in…”
He looked at Paige.
“…And…”
He pointed to Azzi.
“…Her?”
“Yes sir.”
“…At the same time?”
“Yes sir.”
Grandma blinked three times.
“Oh.”
Another pause.
“…Well.”
She shrugged.
“Y’all hungry?”
I burst out laughing. Dinner hadn’t even started before the questions began. Granddaddy waved me over to the porch swing.
“Come explain this.”
I already knew, he’d want to know it all but I still asked…
“What part?”
“All of it.”
Paige whispered to Azzi— “I’m scared.”Azzi whispered back—“Me too.”
I sat beside Grandpa. “So…” He folded his hands. “You dating both of ’em?”
“Mhm.”
“They know?” I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the swing. “Yes!”
“They okay with that?”
“They’re dating each other too.”
His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.
“So…” He pointed between us “Everybody’s dating everybody?”
“Pretty much.”
“Hm.”
He sat quietly. “So…” I waited. “Nobody fighting?”
“No.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“No jealousy?”
“…Sometimes.”
“Oh.”
“But we communicate.”
“Hm.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “So basically…”
I smiled. “Basically?”
“It’s like having two people making sure you eat.”
“Exactly.”
“Two people fussing when you don’t sleep.”
“Yep.”
“Two people loving you.”
I smiled softly.
“Exactly.”
He rocked slowly.
“Huh.”
Another long pause.
“I don’t understand it.”
“I know.”
“But…”
He looked toward where Paige was helping my little cousins throw footballs while Azzi was laughing with my grandma in and out the kitchen.
“They look at you like you’re the sun.”
My throat tightened.
“They do.”
“So long as everybody’s happy…”
He shrugged.
“I reckon that’s your business.”
I hugged him so hard he laughed.
“There goes my baby.”
The announcement somehow spread through to the rest of the family in under…
Six minutes.
By the pool my cousin Marcus grinned “So…” He looked at Paige. “You got two girlfriends?”
Paige proudly nodded. “I do.”
“Dang.”
She grinned.
“I know.”
The Georgia heat was criminal. So naturally… Everyone ended up in the pool.Paige cannonballed first.
Azzi and my cousin Denise who were by the pool screamed.
“PAIGE!”
“What?!”
“You splashed everybody, Including us!”
“I was establishing dominance!”
I jumped in after her.
“You established nothing.”
“I established waves.”
Some time later on. The annual family games began.
First—
Sack races. Paige fell immediately. “I got cheated!”
“You tripped over your own feet!”
“They attacked me!”
“There was literally nothing there!”
Then came tug-of-war. Paige planted herself like she was Game 5 of the Finals. “Pull!”
Azzi laughed so hard she couldn’t even hold the rope.
“Baby!” I yelled.
“I’m trying!”
“You are literally laughing!” Paige growled trying to keep us from losing.
“I can’t help it!” Azzi now hands free from the rope, is hunched over laughing as pure as ever.
Once we decide to take a break and eat some more. Marcus made the biggest mistake of his life. He looked at Paige.
“I bet I can eat more glizzys than you.” The yard went silent. Paige slowly lowered her sunglasses.
“…Excuse me?”
“I said—”
“I heard you.” She stood. “You wanna make that official?” Marcus grinned. “Oh yeah.”
Someone yelled—“HOT DOG EATING CONTEST!” Within minutes…
A folding table appeared. Ten hot dogs each. Everyone crowded around.Azzi leaned toward Paige. You don’t actually have to do this.”
Paige cracked her knuckles.“Oh… But I absolutely do.”
“READY!”
Grandpa held up his phone like a stopwatch. “SET!”
I squeezed Paige’s shoulder. “You got this.” Azzi kissed her cheek. “Make us proud.”
Paige smirked. “I was born for this.”
“GO!”
Absolute madness. The entire family screamed. “EAT!”
“MOVE THEM GLIZZYS!”
“MARCUS HURRY!”
Halfway through… Marcus slowed down. Paige?
Never broke or faltered. She just kept eating. I couldn’t breathe from laughing. Azzi was crying tears of laughter.
“LET’S GO P!”
“ONE MORE!”
“DON’T LET THAT MAN WIN!”
Marcus finally tapped out after seven. Paige calmly finished… Number ten. She raised both hands.
“I AM THE GLIZZY CHAMPION OF GEORGIA!”
The yard erupted. My uncle handed her a paper plate like it was a championship belt. Grandma shook her head. “Lord have mercy.”
The rest of the afternoon was perfect.
Swimming. Water guns. Kick ball. Volleyball. Dominoes on the porch. And more rounds of spades than counted happened.
Azzi somehow became my grandma’s favorite after helping her carry desserts out.
“You come back whenever you want, baby.” Azzi smiled.“Yes ma’am.”
Paige dramatically gasped. “I’ve been replaced.”
“You lost Grandma.”
“I beat Marcus!”
“Grandma doesn’t care.”
As the sun started setting, everyone gathered outside with sparklers. The younger kids ran around laughing.
Music floated through the warm summer air. The smell of barbecue still lingered.
I stood between my girls watching the sky slowly turn shades of orange and pink.
Paige slipped her hand into mine. Azzi wrapped an arm around my waist “This…”Paige whispered. “…is nice.”
I leaned my head against hers. “I’ve always wanted to bring the people I love here.” Azzi smiled.
“I’m glad we’re finally not hiding.”Neither was I. No more “best friends.” No more this is just my “teammate”. Just… Us. Loudly. Proudly. Happy.
Before I could say more. The first firework exploded overhead. Boom.
Gold scattered across the Georgia sky. Everyone looked up. My little cousin squealed. Grandpa wrapped an arm around Grandma.
My parents stood shoulder-to-shoulder smiling at us. Paige whispered, “I love your family.”
“They love you.”
“You think so?”
I laughed. “My grandma literally packed y’all leftovers before dinner was over.” Azzi chuckled.
“That is true.”
Another firework burst overhead, painting the night in reds and blues. Without thinking, I reached for both of their hands.
Three hands intertwined. Three hearts full. Three people who somehow found each other in a world that always tried to make love fit into one neat little box.
As another firework lit up the sky, Paige squeezed our hands.
“So…” She smiled. “Same time next Fourth of July?”
Azzi grinned. “I’m only coming if you’re defending your hot dog title.” Paige placed a hand dramatically over her heart. “I’ll defend this championship until my dying day.”
I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. “My family is never letting you live this down just so you know.”
“I don’t want them to.” She smiled at both of us. “Because this…”
She looked around at my family dancing in the yard, kids chasing sparklers, my grandparents sitting together on the porch, and the fireworks exploding above us.
“…already feels like home.”
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