dropping onto the bench with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his dark, sweat-damp curls Alright, boys. That's a wrap.

grinning, throwing a towel over his shoulder Hell of a practice, Cap. You were on fire.

snorting, peeling off his shoulder pads Fire? He was a damn inferno. Coach is gonna have a heart attack if you keep throwing like that.

stretching his neck, voice dropping a register Yeah, well... my son's the only fire I care about right now. He texted Y/n at halftime. Said Calvin was trying to crawl.

eyes going wide No shit! Little man's on the move? Dude, that's not fair, you gotta bring him by more. He's the only baby I don't want to punt.

laughing, clapping Liam on the back You'd probably fumble him anyway.

Hey superstar. We’re in the parking lot. Someone wouldn’t let us leave without seeing his daddy’s “football woom.”

a laugh, low and genuine, rumbling out of his chest That's my boy.

grabbing his bag, glancing back at his teammates I'm out. Don't stay up all night watching film and giving each other shit. See you tomorrow.