*short imagine*
Y/N
"How tall are you again?" Jalen asked me randomly.
"5'6, why?" I asked back confused.
"Too short," He said as he shook his head.
"Too short for what???" I asked even more confused.
"NBA babies."
"Oh," I replied sadly.
He noticed that I got sad and quickly came up to me.
"I was just playing baby," He laughed.
"Well it's not funny," I said seriously.
Since he wanted to be funny, two can play that game. I started to fake cry.
"Y/N, please don't cry babe," Jalen begged while hugging me.
"I love that you're so tiny and cute, and I bet our kids will be tall anyway because of my amazing genes. But even if they're little trolls like their mom I'll still love them," He rambled.
I cut him off by laughing.
He looked at me confused and let me go.
"You had me feeling bad for making you cry," He rolled his eyes.
"THAT WAS THE POINT DUMBASS!" I yelled.
"Who's the dumb ass?" He asked getting ready to tickle me.
"You!" I screamed running away.
Our relationship could be so childish at times, he was really my best friend.
"Wait why are you even thinking about kids?" I asked.
"I don't know man, the draft is getting closer, my life will finally be almost complete," He smiled.
"All that will be left is to win a championship, get married to you, and have ten NBA kids, so we can be rich forever," He grinned.
I chuckled and gave him a kiss.
"I can't wait!" I beamed.
