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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 21: Us

7:48 a.m. — Paige’s Apartment

The morning was lazy in the best way. Eli had taken his bottle like a champ and was now sitting in Paige’s lap, squishing the buttons on the TV remote and laughing every time the volume bar moved.

Paige, hoodie-clad and one-hand functional, just grinned and let him live his best life.

“You’re too powerful,” she said seriously. “They should make baby-sized remotes.”

From the kitchen, Azzi snorted. “You just want control back.”

“No,” Paige said, “I just want to change it off ‘Cocomelon’ before I lose my mind.”

“Don’t slander classics,” Azzi called, pouring coffee.

Paige tilted her head back to smile at her. “You’re beautiful when you’re caffeinated.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I made you muffins.”

Paige smirked. “And because I’m in love with you.”

Azzi went still for a half-second — that familiar softness blooming in her chest again — then crossed the living room and kissed the top of Paige’s head. “I love you, too. You big baby.”

“Hey, that’s his title.” Paige pointed at Eli.

Eli blew a raspberry.

8:10 a.m. — Hallway Outside Azzi’s Apartment

Katie and Tim stood in front of the door, holding coffees and a small stuffed animal for Eli.

“She said she was off today, right?” Tim asked.

Katie nodded. “Yup. And she told me if I ever don’t call ahead, I’m ‘insane’.”

“So this is insane?”

Katie grinned. “Absolutely.”

She knocked.

Nothing.

Then knocked again.

Still nothing.

Tim glanced down the hallway. “Maybe she’s out with the baby?”

Katie looked at the doormat. No packages. No shoes. No stroller.

Then she noticed the slightly cracked door across the hall. The one with a hoodie hanging on the knob.

“She mentioned a neighbor. A ‘friend,’” Katie said with a knowing smile. “Maybe she’s there.”

And with zero hesitation, she walked over and knocked.

8:13 a.m. — Paige’s Apartment

Paige rocked gently on the couch with Eli in her lap and was about to steal a bite of muffin when someone knocked.

Azzi frowned from the kitchen. “You expecting someone?”

Paige shrugged. “Nai maybe?”

She got up — slowly — and cracked the door.

Two strangers stood there. Middle-aged. Warm eyes. Familiar cheekbones.

“Hi?” Paige blinked.

Katie tilted her head. “Sorry to bother you — we were looking for Azzi?”

Paige hesitated. “She’s—uh—she’s right here. Come in.”

Katie and Tim stepped inside, immediately clocking Paige’s bandaged hand, the baby in her arm, and Azzi poking her head around the kitchen wall looking confused as hell.

“Mom?” Azzi said, eyes wide. “What are you—?”

“I told you we’d visit!” Katie said, walking over to hug her. “Just… didn’t say when.”

Azzi hugged her back, stunned. “I thought you meant, like… next week.”

“I like surprises.”

Tim came over and pulled Azzi in next. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Azzi laughed in disbelief. “Y’all are insane.”

“And yet,” Katie said, turning to Paige, “this must be Paige.”

Paige stood awkwardly, shifting Eli in her arms. “Hi. Sorry I look like a mess.”

Katie stepped forward, ignoring the awkwardness entirely, and gave Paige a soft hug around the shoulders. “You’ve been taking care of my girl. Thank you.”

Paige blinked. “I think it’s the other way around.”

Tim chuckled. “Nice to finally meet you. We’ve heard good things. And bad ones. But mostly good.”

Azzi groaned, face in her hands.

8:35 a.m. — Living Room

Eli now sat in Tim’s lap, chewing on the ear of a stuffed bunny while Paige and Katie shared the couch, a little more relaxed now.

Azzi, next to Paige, kept stealing glances between them like she couldn’t believe this was real.

“You really didn’t know she lived across from you?” Katie asked.

Azzi shook her head. “Not until I told her I was moving and she was like, ‘That’s literally across the hall.’”

Tim laughed. “Fate’s funny that way.”

Katie looked at Paige. “And you’re recovering alright?”

Paige nodded. “Azzi’s been taking care of me. I’m… not good at asking for help. But she doesn’t really give me the option.”

“Sounds like someone I raised,” Katie said with a smirk.

Azzi nudged her mom. “Hey now.”

“No complaints,” Paige said softly. “It’s been… really nice. Being with both of them.”

10:20 a.m. — Quiet Moment on the Balcony

Katie stood beside Azzi, both of them holding mugs as they looked out over the street below.

“She’s lovely,” Katie said. “And clearly loves you.”

Azzi nodded slowly. “I’ve never had something feel like this before.”

Katie leaned into her shoulder. “You deserve it. After everything… I’m glad you’ve got this. That little boy, too.”

Azzi looked back through the glass door at the couch — at Paige laughing as Eli grabbed her cheeks and babbled at her.

“I think he loves her.”

Katie smiled. “Then I’m not surprised you do, too.”

11:47 a.m. — Back Inside

As they packed up to leave, Katie turned back to Paige. “We’re in town for a few more days. If you ever want a break, or just someone to hang with while she’s at work, we’re around.”

Paige smiled. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

Tim shook her hand carefully. “Take it easy on that finger. But I hope we see you on the court again soon.”

Azzi followed her parents out into the hall, giving them each another hug. “You’re crazy for just showing up.”

Katie winked. “Yeah, but it worked.”

Later That Night — Paige’s Apartment

Azzi lay with her head on Paige’s shoulder, Eli curled between them. The soft hum of a lullaby app played on her phone.

“I think they liked you,” Azzi whispered.

“I was terrified.”

“You didn’t seem it.”

“I had your mac and cheese in my system. It gave me power.”

Azzi laughed. “So you’re saying I should keep cooking for you?”

“I’m saying,” Paige said, kissing the side of her head, “don’t stop doing anything you’re doing. Because this… us... it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”Azzi turned her face toward her. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

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No Pressure Just P

The thing about sexual tension is that it doesn’t need permission.

It lingers. It simmers. It doesn’t care that Azzi had a boyfriend. It didn’t give a damn that she always said, “Paige is just a friend.”

Because every time Azzi laughed at something Paige said and touched her arm a little too long — every time Paige leaned in during film study, voice low in her ear, breath warm on her neck — the tension grew.

It started earlier that week. A Tuesday. Azzi was at Paige’s apartment after practice, shoes kicked off, sports bra showing under a cropped hoodie, legs folded on the couch as she scrolled on her phone.

Paige was in the kitchen, watching her. Watching the soft curve of Azzi’s waist. The way her lips twitched when she was focused. The fact that Azzi never looked at her boyfriend the way she looked at Paige when she thought no one was watching.

Paige leaned on the counter. “What’d lover boy say today?”

Azzi didn’t look up. “He thinks I spend too much time with you.”

“Oh no. A teammate? At practice? How shocking.”

Azzi chuckled. “No — like, after practice.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “And what’d you tell him?”

“That he’s being ridiculous.”

Paige stopped in front of her. Close enough to count the gold flecks in her eyes.

“He’s not wrong though.”

Azzi looked up. “What do you mean?”

Paige tilted her head. “We spend a lot of time together.”

The air between them tightened.

Azzi's lips parted, but no sound came out. Paige’s gaze dropped to her mouth, just briefly, and Azzi’s breath caught.

Before either of them could say something reckless, Azzi’s phone rang.

Darren 🧩💯

Azzi groaned and dropped her head back. “Ugh. Again?”

Paige smirked. “Want me to answer?”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

The phone buzzed again.

Paige snatched it from the couch.

“Paige—”

Too late. Paige tapped the green button and lifted it to her ear, all while holding eye contact with Azzi.

“Hi,” she said sweetly. “This is Azzi’s best friend. She’s busy right now… but she’ll call you back when she’s done screaming my name.”

Azzi’s jaw dropped. “Paige!”

“Oops.” Paige hung up and tossed the phone back onto the couch.

Azzi lunged at her, swatting at her arm, laughing in shock. “You’re insane.”

“And you love it,” Paige whispered.

Azzi froze — her hands still on Paige’s chest, bodies inches apart.

There it was again. That electricity.

Paige didn’t move. Just looked at her, really looked at her. Like she could see right through all the denial.

Azzi’s lips twitched. “I should go.”

“You won’t.”

And she didn’t — not right away.

She sat back down. And they talked. And they almost touched. And her phone buzzed again, unanswered.

By Friday night, it was boiling under Azzi’s skin.

Darren had made yet another snide comment about Paige. Something about how she always “inserted herself.” How “girls like her just want attention.” How Azzi “led her on.”

Azzi nearly left right then.

Instead, she gave herself space — walked to the smoothie shop, walked to the bookstore, walked and walked until her heart slowed down.

And that’s when she saw them.

Through the window of a dive bar. Darren. On a date.

Not her.

Not even close.

Some girl was on his lap. Hands in his hair. Laughing. Kissing him.

Azzi’s throat tightened.

She didn’t cry. Not right then. She walked up to the window, made damn sure he saw her. When his eyes locked on hers, wide and guilty, she raised her hand and gave a single, bitter wave.

Then she walked away.

To paige….

Paige backed Azzi through the hallway with practiced control, lips never leaving hers, hands slipping under the hem of her hoodie to trace the bare skin beneath.

“Off,” Paige growled against her mouth, tugging the hoodie up.

Azzi raised her arms, letting Paige pull it over her head and toss it aside.

Paige stepped back for just a second — just long enough to look.

Azzi stood in just a thin bralette and leggings, chest rising, lips swollen, eyes wild.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Paige muttered, stepping in again, pressing a kiss under her jaw. “With your stupid hoodies and your slow-ass smiles and that mouth.”

Azzi laughed breathlessly. “My mouth?”

Paige bit her bottom lip. “Gonna show me what it’s good for?”

Azzi didn’t answer — just dropped to her knees.

Paige’s breath hitched.

Azzi undid her joggers and pulled them down in one slow, drawn-out motion. No teasing, no hesitation. Paige stepped out of them, standing in nothing but black boxers and a tight sports bra. Her muscles flexed as she watched Azzi lick her lips and press a kiss to her inner thigh.

Paige let out a low curse. “Fuck, Z…”

Azzi palmed her hips and licked up the line of fabric — slow, purposeful. Paige’s head fell back.

“Don’t tease,” Paige warned.

“I’m not,” Azzi murmured. “I’m just making sure you remember who made you lose your mind.”

And then she tugged the boxers down and took her into her mouth.

Paige almost collapsed.

Her knees wobbled, hands flying to Azzi’s hair as that sinful, perfect mouth wrapped around her. Azzi sucked, slow and deep, like she’d been waiting for this her whole life.

“Holy shit,” Paige hissed, hips twitching forward.

Azzi held her steady, mouth moving rhythmically, tongue circling, stroking, learning Paige’s body like she already knew it.

“Look at me,” Paige groaned.

Azzi did — eyes wide, pupils blown, lips slick.

And that’s when the phone rang.

Azzi’s phone — buzzing on the nightstand, the name lit up on the screen like a curse.

Darren 🧩💯

Azzi froze. Her lips still wrapped around Paige, her hands still on her thighs.

Paige grinned darkly. “Don’t stop.”

She reached for the phone, hit speaker, and brought it close to her mouth.

“Hi, Darren.”

Azzi whimpered around her, and Paige shuddered.

“Where the hell is Azzi?” he snapped on the line.

“She’s busy,” Paige said smoothly. “On her knees, actually.”

“What the fuck? Put her on.”

Azzi pulled back with a wet pop, panting, face flushed.

“Want me to say hi?” she whispered.

Paige smirked and tilted the phone down. “Say hi to your ex, babe.”

Azzi leaned in close and moaned — soft, low, drawn out — directly into the mic.

Darren shouted something unintelligible.

Paige hung up.

“Pussy,” she muttered.

Azzi burst into laughter, but it was cut off when Paige hauled her up and tossed her onto the bed.

“Now where were we?”

Azzi rolled onto her back, legs falling open, inviting.

“I think you were about to make me forget his name.”

Paige climbed over her like a predator. “Already forgotten.”

Their clothes vanished piece by piece — Paige tugged down Azzi’s leggings and panties, pressed kisses to every new inch of skin, and finally, finally sank between her thighs.

Azzi gasped, hips jerking.

Paige didn’t start gentle. She licked her deep and slow, one hand spreading her open, the other gripping her thigh. Her tongue moved with the kind of confidence that said: I’ve imagined this. Every single night.

Azzi was wrecked in seconds.

Moaning, panting, grabbing at the sheets with one hand and Paige’s hair with the other. Paige sucked her clit, flicked her tongue, brought her right to the edge and then held her there.

“Beg,” she said, voice muffled against her.

Azzi’s eyes rolled back. “P-Paige—please—fuck, don’t stop—”

“Tell me who you wanted this whole time.”

Azzi cried out, hips rolling.

“You.”

“Louder.”

“You, Paige—always you—*fuck—*I’m—”

Her back arched as she came hard, thighs squeezing Paige’s head, body shuddering under the weight of her release.

Paige didn’t stop. Licked her through it, swallowed every tremble, stayed buried between her legs until Azzi pushed weakly at her shoulder.

“Too much—Paige, fuck—”

Paige kissed her inner thigh and climbed back up, grinning.

“Tap out already?”

Azzi yanked her into a kiss. “Never.”

Then she flipped them — hands flat on Paige’s chest, mouth on her throat.

“My turn.”

She moved lower, slow and hungry, trailing her tongue across Paige’s abs before sliding two fingers between her legs.

Paige whined.

“You’re so wet,” Azzi murmured, sliding her fingers in slowly. “Is that for me?”

Paige’s head fell back, lips parting. “All for you, baby.”

Azzi kissed her, swallowed her moans, curled her fingers just right.

Paige bucked, nails digging into her shoulders. “I’m close—don’t stop—don’t—”

And she broke. Loud. Messy. Beautiful.

When they were both spent, tangled in sheets and limbs and sweat and breathless grins, Azzi turned her head and whispered, “What now?”

Paige kissed her temple. “Now? You stay.”

Azzi blinked.

“No pressure,” Paige said, voice quieter, brushing hair from her face. “But this… was real.”

Azzi nodded, eyes soft. “I know.”

And when her phone buzzed again — another call from Darren — she didn’t even flinch.

She turned it off, rolled over, and kissed Paige like it meant something.

Because it did.

She showed up at Paige’s apartment ten minutes later. Breathless. Jaw tight. Hoodie barely zipped. And her hands were shaking.

Paige opened the door and didn’t ask. She just stepped aside.

“I walked in on him,” Azzi said, voice flat. “He had her on his lap.”

Paige didn’t say I told you so. She didn’t say anything at all. Just pulled Azzi into a hug.

Azzi didn’t cry. She just pressed her face into Paige’s neck and stayed there.

“Why does it hurt?” she mumbled. “I didn’t even… I didn’t even want him.”

“You wanted to be right about him.”

“I wanted him to be right about me.”

Paige’s arms tightened. “He was never right about you.”

Azzi pulled back slightly, looking up. “You’ve always hated him.”

“Because he saw you the way men like that always see women like you — as a trophy. A threat. A thing to possess.”

Their noses brushed.

“I told him I wasn’t gay,” Azzi whispered, tears finally welling. “I told myself I wasn’t.”

“And now?” Paige asked, voice low.

Azzi swallowed. “Now I want you to prove me wrong.”

Paige blinked — and then something dark sparked in her eyes. “Say it again.”

Azzi stepped forward, closing the last inch of space between them. “I want you.”

And that was all it took.

They crashed together like waves, months of stolen glances and unspoken promises combusting into one breathless, unrelenting kiss.

Paige walked her backward, hands gripping Azzi’s thighs as they stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes like they were burning.

And tonight — Paige didn’t hold back.

The sunlight hit her first.

Azzi stirred against bare skin, blinking slowly as her brain caught up with her body. Muscles sore, lips puffy, legs still weak. She shifted slightly and felt Paige’s arm tighten around her waist, a soft kiss pressing to her shoulder.

“Mmm,” Paige murmured, voice still hoarse. “Morning, trouble.”

Azzi smiled, letting her head drop back against Paige’s collarbone. “You always this smug after sex?”

Paige tilted her head, kissed her again. “Only when it’s this good.”

Azzi flushed, but didn’t deny it. Last night had been… intense. Filthy. Freeing. Every part of her felt claimed — by touch, by sound, by the truth that had been building inside her for months.

She sat up, groaning slightly as she stretched.

“Damn,” Paige teased, eyes raking over her. “Did I break you?”

Azzi reached for the T-shirt Paige had worn to bed and tugged it over her head. It hit just below her thighs — a total giveaway of what she wasn’t wearing underneath.

“I hate you,” she muttered.

“Liar,” Paige said, laying back with a grin. “You moaned my name so loud the neighbors probably unsubscribed from life.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she was grinning when she padded into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, still floating.

She didn’t hear the knock.

She only noticed when the front door creaked open.

“Azzi?”

Darren’s voice.

Azzi turned, startled — glass still in hand, Paige’s shirt barely covering her. “What the hell—how did you—”

He stepped inside like he owned the place. “You haven’t answered in  days. I figured you’d be here with her.”

Azzi froze.

Darren looked her up and down. Hair messy. Shirt too big. Hips bruised.

“I knew it,” he spat. “You let that bitch crawl between your legs the second I was out the picture?”

Behind her, Paige stepped into the doorway — barefoot, shirtless, wrapped in a sheet, jaw clenched and eyes murderous.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” she said coldly.

But Darren was spiraling.

“She lied to me,” he snapped, pointing at Azzi. “Told me she wasn’t into girls, said you were just a friend. And you—you’ve been trying to ruin us from the beginning.”

Paige shrugged. “Didn’t have to try hard. You ruined it yourself.”

Azzi set the glass down calmly, chest tight but her face stone-cold. “I did lie to you,” she said quietly. “Because I didn’t want to admit what I really wanted.”

“And what the hell is that?”

Azzi stepped back toward Paige without hesitation.

“This.”

Paige slid an arm around her waist, holding her possessively.

“You don’t know what you want,” Darren hissed, voice cracking. “She’s not gonna love you like I did.”

Azzi’s voice was steel. “Good. I don’t want a love that tries to cage me.”

Paige’s hand slid a little lower on her hip. “And just for the record,” she added lazily, “she called my name with her whole chest last night. More than once.”

Azzi smacked her stomach. “Paige!”

“What?” Paige grinned. “He wanted answers.”

Darren’s face crumpled. He looked between them — the way Paige’s hand stayed firmly on Azzi’s ass, the way Azzi didn’t flinch or pull away, the faint bruises on her neck, the glow in her cheeks — and he knew.

He’d already lost.

Without another word, he turned and slammed the door on his way out.

Silence hung for a moment.

Azzi let out a breath, still shaking a little. Paige pulled her closer.

“You okay?”

Azzi nodded. “I am now.”

Paige kissed her temple. “No regrets?”

Azzi smiled. “Not one.”

Paige smirked. “Good. ‘Cause we’ve got about twelve more rounds to go.”

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 20: Love

7:14 a.m. — Paige’s Apartment

Paige had fallen asleep on her couch in a hoodie that definitely wasn’t hers — Azzi’s Wings zip-up from a few nights ago — her bandaged hand resting on her chest. A cartoon she didn’t remember starting was playing softly on TV, and her body ached in places beyond her pinky.

She’d tried to convince everyone (Azzi included) that she was fine. But the truth?

Everything felt off. She couldn’t practice, couldn’t shoot, couldn’t even type a text with her dominant hand. And worst of all — she couldn’t hold Eli without being scared she’d drop him.

There was a knock on the door.

“Paige?” Azzi’s voice floated through, muffled but clear.

Paige groaned softly and pushed herself up. “Come in!”

The door cracked open and there she was — backpack on, scrubs on, coffee in one hand, tote bag in the other.

Paige blinked. “Did you sleep?”

Azzi smirked. “Barely. But I made you something.”

She walked in, plopping the tote bag on the kitchen counter and unzipping it dramatically.

“Introducing: the official ‘Get Your Shit Together, You’re Still Hot’ Paige Bueckers Recovery Kit™.”

Paige raised a brow. “That’s… a long title.”

“Shut up and be grateful.”

Azzi pulled out items one by one:

A heated lavender neck wrap

A bag of gummy worms (“for morale”)

A pack of sparkly bandaids — even though Paige didn’t need them

A tiny sketchbook and gel pens (“non-shooting-hand therapy”)

A candle that smelled like vanilla and cedar

A miniature squishmallow in the shape of a basketball

A meal prep container full of mac & cheese (“not the boxed kind — real cheese, Bueckers”)

And finally, a little handwritten note taped to the bottom that just read:

“You don’t have to be okay to be loved. You just have to be you.”

Paige stared at it, then up at her, eyes misty. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

Azzi shrugged, but her own voice was a little tight. “That’s fair. I almost cried trying to cut cheddar at 1 a.m. with a dull knife.”

8:33 a.m. — Paige’s Kitchen

Azzi moved around the kitchen like she lived there. She pulled down a bowl, filled it with fruit, started tea, and stood over the stove reheating mac & cheese while Paige sat at the counter, watching her like she was witnessing a miracle.

“I know you’re capable of feeding yourself,” Azzi said without turning around. “But capable doesn’t mean you should have to do it alone when you’re hurting.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Paige said softly.

Azzi looked over her shoulder. “I think you do.”

10:46 a.m. — Couch

They were curled up again, this time with Paige resting her head in Azzi’s lap, her bad hand cradled carefully on a pillow. Azzi absentmindedly stroked her hair, humming something soft under her breath.

“You always hum when you’re focused,” Paige murmured.

“It keeps my mind steady,” Azzi replied.

“Do you do this for everyone you date?”

Azzi smiled faintly. “No. Just the ones I fall in love with.”

Paige froze.

Azzi did too.

Neither of them moved.

Paige turned slightly to look up at her. “Say that again.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, then reopened. Brave. Steady. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Paige sat up — slowly, gently, carefully — and cupped Azzi’s cheek with her good hand. “I know I’m in love with you.”

Azzi melted into her, forehead pressing against Paige’s, one hand gripping the sleeve of her hoodie like it anchored her to something real.

Later That Night — 7:09 p.m.

Azzi insisted on staying until Paige fell asleep.

She fed her again. Cleaned up the kitchen. Tidied the living room. Lit the candle she’d brought. Turned off the cartoon. Brushed Paige’s hair back and kissed her temple before curling up at the edge of the bed, just until her breathing evened out.

And as she stared at the ceiling, Azzi whispered into the dark, just loud enough for the room to hold it:

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 19: I Should've Been There

8:12 a.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Eli kicked his legs on the changing table, babbling up at Azzi as she buttoned his tiny overalls. Paige, still in her practice hoodie, stood behind them sipping her protein shake and watching with a fond smile.

“Why does he always look like he’s got big plans?” Paige said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “What’s the agenda today, Mr. Eli?”

“Drooling on blocks and plotting baby world domination,” Azzi answered.

Paige laughed. “Ambitious.”

“Wonder where he gets it from,” Azzi said, eyes twinkling as she glanced back at her girlfriend.

Paige kissed her too — soft, short, sweet. “See you after practice.”

Azzi held onto the front of Paige’s hoodie for a second longer than necessary. “Play safe.”

Paige winked. “Always.”

9:04 a.m. — Daycare

Azzi knelt beside Eli’s cubby and gave him one last squeeze before his teacher scooped him up.

“You good?” the teacher asked kindly. “He’s been doing great this week.”

Azzi nodded, brushing a curl off her forehead. “Yeah, just… nerves. Going back to full-time hours has been harder than I thought.”

The teacher smiled. “He’s okay. And so are you.”

Azzi whispered, “Thanks,” and headed out, already checking her phone to text Paige: You got this today. Text me after? Love you.

11:42 a.m. — Wings Practice Facility

“Bueckers!”

Paige turned at Coach Latricia’s shout, grabbing her water bottle and jogging over.

“You’re locked in today.”

Paige nodded. “Trying to be.”

She was trying. Focused. Sharp. Her shot was falling. Her footwork was crisp. It felt like things were clicking.

Until the scrimmage.

Mid-drive, mid-lane, going up for a contested layup — a body clipped her elbow just wrong. Her hand slammed against another player’s hip. Her pinky bent back in a way it definitely wasn’t supposed to.

She landed hard, clutching it.

And everything blurred.

12:06 p.m. — Vet Clinic

Azzi was checking a senior cat’s ears when her phone buzzed.

NAI 🐾Az, it’s Arike. Can you step out and call me? Paige got hurt.

Azzi froze.

“Azzi?” her coworker asked.

She swallowed hard. “I need to take this. Like—now.”

She walked quickly down the hall, heart thudding, already dialing.

12:08 p.m. — Phone Call

“Hello?” Arike’s voice came through instantly. “Hey. Hey, she’s okay. Breathe.”

Azzi clutched the phone tighter. “What happened?”

“Her hand. She fractured her pinky. It was bad enough they pulled her. She didn’t want me to call you, but I knew you’d want to know.”

Azzi’s knees nearly gave out. “Where is she?”

“Trainer’s room. She’s playing it down, but… she’s hurting, Az. And she kept checking her phone like she wanted to call you.”

“I’m coming,” Azzi said immediately. “I’ll be there soon.”

12:37 p.m. — Wings Arena

Azzi pushed through the side entrance with Nai’s name at the check-in, anxiety crawling up her spine. The smell of sweat and floor polish filled the air. Somewhere, sneakers squeaked and whistles blew, but she barely registered it.

“Down the hall,” a staffer pointed.

She walked faster.

Then opened the door.

Paige sat on the table, her hand bandaged, eyes on the floor. She looked up when she heard the door — and when she saw Azzi, her face crumpled just a little.

“I told Arike not to call you.”

Azzi ignored it. Crossed the room in three steps. “Are you okay?”

“It’s just a pinky—”

Azzi cupped her face. “Are you okay?”

Paige finally nodded, just once. “It scared me more than it should have.”

Azzi nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Me too.”

Paige leaned forward, resting her forehead against Azzi’s. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am.”

1:21 p.m. — Back at Azzi’s Place

They curled up on the couch, Paige’s hand resting on a pillow, Azzi’s fingers tangled gently in her hair. Neither of them talked for a while.

Then Paige finally whispered, “I was scared because it reminded me how fast things can change. One second I’m sprinting, the next I’m pulled off the court and it hurts and all I could think about was you and Eli.”

Azzi pressed a kiss to her temple. “I get it. You’ve got people now. You’re allowed to be scared.”

Paige looked up at her, eyes soft and wide.

“You and Eli… you’re it for me.”

Azzi swallowed. “Same

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 18: Call It What You Want

Saturday — 11:08 a.m. — Dallas Farmers Market

Eli squealed from his stroller as Paige handed him a tiny cup of banana puffs.

Azzi smiled at him, then at Paige, who was wearing a black Wings hoodie and matching sunglasses that absolutely did not disguise her.

“Every third person is staring,” Azzi mumbled, popping a strawberry in her mouth. “You’re kind of obvious.”

“Maybe I want them to stare,” Paige said, nudging her playfully. “I’m with the prettiest girl here.”

Azzi blushed, shaking her head, but before she could respond—

“Ayo!”

They turned.

Dijonai — nai — stood a few feet away, holding a lemonade and looking way too smug.

Azzi tried to look calm.

Paige sighed under her breath.

“You weren’t gonna tell me y’all were dating dating now?” nai asked as she approached, eyes bouncing from Paige to Azzi to Eli. “You got baby snacks in your hoodie pocket, P. You’re a stepmom.”

Azzi laughed, immediately covering her mouth.

Paige scowled. “We’re not… it’s not like that. Yet.”

nai raised both brows. “Coulda fooled me. You’re blushing harder than Azzi.”

Eli dropped his puff cup, and Paige instinctively bent to pick it up, shaking it off and handing it back without missing a beat.

nai’s grin stretched even wider. “Yep. You’re gone.”

11:24 a.m. — Walking Through the Market

nai eventually walked off — but not before whispering, “You better make her yours before someone else tries,” into Paige’s ear.

Azzi didn’t hear it. But Paige did.

And it stuck in her chest all afternoon.

7:13 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Eli was finally asleep after an extra long bath and some extra soft snuggles. Paige sat on the couch beside Azzi, watching the baby monitor, both of them in sweats, lights dimmed, a soft playlist humming through the Bluetooth speaker.

Azzi’s hair was in a scarf. Her feet were in Paige’s lap.

Neither of them said anything for a long time.

Then Paige swallowed, her voice low.

“I’ve been thinking about what nai said.”

Azzi turned to look at her. “Which part? The ‘stepmom’ tease or the ‘gone for her’ part?”

Paige smirked. “Both.”

Azzi shifted nervously. “Okay…”

“I am gone for you,” Paige said quietly. “Like really gone.”

Azzi’s breath caught.

“I know we’ve been doing this slow and safe and careful, and I love that. But I want it to be real. Like… official.”

Azzi didn’t respond right away.

So Paige added quickly, “You don’t have to say yes. I just needed you to know where I’m at.”

Azzi finally sat up, leaning forward, eyes searching hers.

“I want that too,” she said softly. “I’ve wanted it for a while. I was just… scared to name it.”

Paige reached for her hand.

“So let’s name it.”

Azzi smiled. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. We’re girlfriends now.”

Paige’s grin broke across her face. “We really are.”

Azzi leaned in, kissed her. Sweet and sure and slow.

And when she pulled back, she whispered, “So… do I get a hoodie now?”

Paige laughed. “You want the stepmom starter pack?”

Azzi nodded, curling up in her arms.

“Only if it comes with you.”

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 17: In-between

5:42 a.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Paige hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Not really. But sometime after Azzi finally stopped shaking, after Eli’s sleepy cries settled, Paige had tucked herself on the edge of the bed — just to rest her eyes — and woke up to sunlight spilling through the curtains.

And the sound of a baby cooing.

She blinked her eyes open to find Eli staring directly at her from his bassinet, a pacifier tucked between his lips, one little hand gripping the soft blanket.

“Morning,” she whispered, voice still hoarse.

He blinked back, then smiled.

And just like that, her heart melted. Again.

6:03 a.m.

Azzi padded into the room barefoot, yawning, curls piled on top of her head in a loose bun. She stopped when she saw Paige, still curled at the edge of her bed.

“You stayed.”

Paige sat up slowly. “You looked like you needed me to.”

Azzi didn’t respond at first. She just walked over, wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, and whispered, “Thank you.”

Paige held her gently, letting her body press close for as long as she needed.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” Azzi admitted into her shoulder.

“You weren’t.”

6:41 a.m. — Bathroom

It was the first time they got ready together.

Azzi brushed her teeth while Paige washed her face, both moving in rhythm like they’d done this a hundred times. Like this was normal. Like this was theirs.

“I’m gonna feed Eli,” Azzi mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste. “He’s been doing that bottle stare for ten minutes.”

“I’ll warm it,” Paige said immediately, already moving toward the kitchen.

Azzi paused, watched her go, and smiled into her toothbrush.

7:19 a.m. — Daycare Drop-Off

The daycare drop-off was always hard. Eli reached for Azzi as soon as the teacher took him, his tiny fingers grasping at air, eyes starting to water.

Azzi bent low, kissed his forehead once, then twice.

“Mommy loves you,” she whispered. “You’re gonna have a fun day, okay?”

Paige stood nearby, watching her. She could see the flicker of pain behind Azzi’s soft voice. Could feel how hard it was to walk away.

When they got back in the car, Azzi stared out the window for a long beat.

“He still cries when I leave.”

Paige reached over and gently touched her thigh. “And he’s still smiling when you come back.”

7:38 a.m. — Outside Azzi’s Clinic

Azzi unbuckled her seatbelt but didn’t move.

“I don’t want to go in yet.”

“Want me to come in with you?” Paige offered, trying to sound casual.

Azzi smiled weakly. “You’ll be swarmed. My coworkers would flirt just to say they flirted with Paige Bueckers.”

Paige laughed. “Maybe I should go in, then.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she was smiling now — really smiling.

“I’ll see you after,” she said, reaching for the door.

Paige leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Actually…”

Azzi paused.

“I might surprise you.”

12:06 p.m. — Azzi’s Clinic

Azzi was halfway through her notes on a golden retriever’s infection when she heard a knock.

She looked up — and blinked.

Paige stood in the doorway holding a small brown bag and a coffee carrier.

“I come bearing gifts.”

Azzi stood slowly, heart thudding. “You actually came back?”

“I told you I might surprise you,” Paige said, walking in. “Lunch. Because I know you skipped breakfast. And because I like seeing you smile like that.”

Azzi’s cheeks flushed. She stepped forward, took the coffee, and whispered, “This is really sweet.”

Paige smiled. “So are you.”

12:20 p.m. — Clinic Break Room

They ate together in the corner of the room, Paige sitting backwards in a chair, Azzi perched on the edge of the bench, her sneakers brushing against Paige’s calves under the table.

“I needed this,” Azzi said softly, halfway through her sandwich. “Not just the food. You.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Azzi looked up.

Paige shrugged. “Just figured I’d say it out loud.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “I like when you say things out loud.”

“Then I’ll keep doing it.”

Later That Day — 6:02 p.m.

Paige came back with Azzi to pick Eli up after work. The second he saw them, he squealed and reached out with both hands.

Azzi grabbed him first — but Eli still leaned over to tap Paige’s nose with one chubby finger.

Paige melted.

Azzi did too.

She looked at Paige over his tiny shoulder.

“You’re part of his day now,” she said quietly. “I think you’re part of mine too.”

Paige didn’t say anything.

She just leaned forward, kissed her softly, and whispered, “Good.”

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guys how would u feel about the next fic bing ex fwb Paige and azzi turned back to best friends to loverssssss lmkkkk im cooking also almost done with all the chapters of somewhere to land!!!

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omgggggg they are so cuteeee🤭🤭

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AZZI FUDD YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY FOR A LOT OF THINGS INCLUDING BEING THE FUNNIEST PERSON EVER ,BEING THE BEST WOMENS 3 POING SHOOTER AND MARRYING PAIGE FREAKING BUECKERS

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 16: No Air

Sunday — 3:17 p.m.

Azzi adjusted Eli’s bucket hat and swayed gently as they stood in line at the juice bar downtown.

He was teething, clingy, his chubby fist gripping the collar of her hoodie like it was the only safe thing in the world. His forehead rested on her shoulder.

She was tired, but it was a good day. Normal. Safe.

At least, it was.

Until she heard—

“Azzi?”

Her entire body locked up.

Slowly, she turned.

And there he was.

Older than she imagined, taller, wearing a dress shirt like he belonged in her life. His hands were tucked in his pockets like he didn’t just abandon her twenty-five years ago.

“I knew it was you,” he said, voice calm. “You look so much like your mother.”

Azzi couldn’t breathe.

Eli squirmed. Her grip on him tightened.

“Who—” her voice cracked, “who gave you the right?”

The man took a step closer.

Azzi took two steps back.

“You don’t get to do this,” she whispered, shaking now. “Not here. Not with my son.”

“I’m not trying to cause trouble—”

“You are the trouble.”

3:20 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment Hallway

She didn’t remember the drive home.

Just the blur of panic, her lungs refusing to work, Eli crying in the back seat as if he could feel her unraveling.

Now, she fumbled the keys with trembling fingers, Eli pressed to her chest again, both of them gasping like they’d run a marathon.

She dropped the keys once.

Twice.

Then the door across the hall swung open.

“Azzi?”

Paige.

Azzi couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak. Just sank to her knees on the doormat, arms tightening around Eli as sobs wracked her frame.

3:22 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Paige got the door open and gently pulled Azzi inside. She scooped Eli from her arms first — he was sweaty, red-faced, screaming.

“It’s okay, little man,” she whispered, bouncing him softly while watching Azzi with wide, terrified eyes.

Azzi curled up on the living room floor, palms over her ears, breaths shallow and fast and wrong.

“Azzi,” Paige said carefully, kneeling beside her. “Look at me. You’re safe. He’s gone. It’s just me.”

Azzi shook her head violently.

Paige reached for her hand. “Can I touch you?”

A tiny nod.

She placed a steady hand over Azzi’s clenched fist. “Breathe with me.”

One inhale.

One exhale.

Over and over.

3:41 p.m.

Eli had finally calmed in Paige’s arms, his eyes fluttering closed with slow hiccups. She tucked him into the bassinet and returned to the couch, where Azzi sat, pale and still shaking.

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“He came up to me.”

Paige sat beside her. “Where?”

“The farmer’s market. While I was holding Eli.”

Her knuckles were white. “He said I looked like my mom. Like that was a compliment. Like he knew her.”

Paige swallowed hard.

“I didn’t even think. I just… ran. I didn’t want him near Eli. I didn’t want him near me.”

“You did the right thing.”

Azzi looked at her. “Then why do I feel so broken?”

4:16 p.m. — On the Couch

Azzi finally leaned into Paige, head resting on her shoulder like a dam breaking.

“I promised myself I’d be everything he wasn’t. That I’d never disappear. That I’d never let Eli feel unwanted.”

“You already are,” Paige said softly. “You love him more fiercely than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

Azzi closed her eyes. “He looked at me like he had a right to be there. Like I owed him forgiveness. Like... time was enough.”

“Time’s not enough,” Paige murmured. “Love is. And you are full of it.”

Azzi looked up. “You really think so?”

Paige nodded. “I see it every day.”

5:02 p.m. — Azzi’s Bedroom

Eli napped again. Azzi was tucked under her blanket now, finally warm, Paige seated beside her with a bowl of soup she hadn’t touched.

“I’m sorry I panicked,” Azzi said quietly.

Paige shook her head. “Don’t ever apologize for being human.”

Azzi looked up, raw and vulnerable. “I was scared.”

“I was too.”

She reached out, brushing Azzi’s curls from her face.

“But I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 15: Ghosts In The Machine

Thursday — 6:11 p.m.

Azzi had just finished sterilizing Eli’s bottles when her phone buzzed with a number she didn’t recognize.

She almost didn’t answer.

She should’ve never answered.

“Hello?”

There was a pause. Then: “jazlyn.”

Her whole body went still. No one ever used that name—except—

“I—who is this?” she asked, already knowing.

The voice was low. Familiar only in the worst way. “Your father.”

She dropped the bottle.

6:27 p.m. — Paige’s Apartment

Across the hall, Paige was curled on the couch reviewing plays when she heard it — the sound of Azzi’s front door slamming. Then silence. No music. No chatter. No Eli giggling through the wall.

She waited five minutes. Then ten.

Then grabbed her key.

6:40 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

She found Azzi on the kitchen floor, back against the cabinet, knees drawn to her chest.

Eli was still in the bassinet, eyes wide but calm.

Azzi didn’t look up when Paige stepped inside.

“Hey,” Paige said softly, crouching beside her. “Talk to me.”

Azzi shook her head. “I can’t.”

Paige reached for her hand. “Azzi…”

“He called,” she whispered. “He found me.”

Paige blinked. “Who?”

“My biological father.”

The words were ice in her throat. “I don’t even know him. I’ve never even met him. And he just… called. Like that makes it okay.”

7:12 p.m. — Living Room

Azzi sat stiff on the couch, Eli nestled in her arms, while Paige handed her tea she wouldn’t drink.

She didn’t cry. That was the worst part.

Paige sat quietly, giving her space, until Azzi finally said, “I used to wonder if something was wrong with me. If that’s why he left.”

Paige’s stomach turned.

“I had this whole fantasy for years. That maybe he was sick. Or far away. Or dead. Something that made it not his fault. But he was alive. This whole time. And just chose not to care.”

“I’m so sorry,” Paige whispered.

Azzi looked at her. “He said he wants to talk. Meet. Like we’re strangers trying to reconnect. But he’s not a stranger. He’s the one who made me feel like I was nothing.”

Paige’s fists clenched. “You’re not nothing. You are everything, Azzi.”

8:20 p.m. — Eli’s Room

She rocked Eli with mechanical motions, whispering lullabies like muscle memory. But her face was distant.

Paige lingered in the doorway.

“Azzi…”

“I’m fine,” she said too quickly.

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am.”

Paige stepped closer. “Let me be here for you.”

Azzi blinked, eyes finally shining. “Why would you want to?”

“Because I care. Because I love the way you sing to him. The way you fold his socks like they’re sacred. The way you survived this and still give love like it doesn’t terrify you.”

Azzi’s jaw trembled. “But it does.”

Paige moved gently. “I know. That’s why I’m staying. Even if you shut me out. Even if you pretend you're fine.”

Azzi collapsed into her arms, silent tears soaking Paige’s shoulder.

Later That Night — 12:02 a.m.

Azzi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

She hadn’t answered his follow-up text.

She wouldn’t.

But the damage was already done.

The ghost was awake.

The old wounds were bleeding.

And tomorrow… she’d have to keep smiling anyway.

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 14: Feels Like

Sunday — 10:07 a.m.

The sky was watercolor blue, the kind of soft spring morning that felt like a deep breath — and for once, Azzi wasn’t rushing.

Eli was dressed in a tiny hoodie and sun hat, strapped into the carrier across her chest. She'd packed snacks, wipes, and toys in the diaper bag slung over her shoulder. She didn’t even flinch when he spit up on her shirt sleeve — just wiped it and moved on.

Across the hall, Paige’s door creaked open.

She stood there in joggers and a Wings hoodie, a baseball cap pulled low over her curls, and Drew trailing behind with a soccer ball under one arm and a juice pouch already half-empty.

Paige caught Azzi’s eye and gave her a sheepish smile.

“You ready to be third-wheeled by a ten-year-old and a baby?”

Azzi grinned. “I’ve trained my whole life for this.”

10:41 a.m. — Centennial Park

The grass was freshly mowed. Kids laughed on the playground, dogs ran after frisbees, and a street musician strummed gentle acoustic songs near a cluster of picnic tables.

Paige laid out a blanket near the edge of the play area while Azzi sat cross-legged beside her, Eli propped in her lap and kicking happily.

Drew ran off toward the soccer goals, shouting something about showing off his new moves.

“So,” Paige said, watching him. “You’ve seen me sick, chaotic, and disheveled. Now you get me in my suburban soccer mom era.”

Azzi laughed, adjusting Eli’s hat. “It’s a good look for you.”

Paige leaned back on her elbows. “You think?”

“I do.”

It was soft. Too soft.

Their eyes met, lingering for a beat too long.

Azzi looked away first.

11:09 a.m.

Drew came running back, sweaty and grinning, and flopped dramatically onto the blanket beside them.

He pointed at Azzi. “Okay, you officially pass.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “I do?”

“You packed real snacks,” he said, grabbing a Ziploc of fruit. “Not that fake ‘here’s a granola bar and pray it lasts’ stuff.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “Wow. Betrayal from my own blood.”

Drew pointed at Paige. “She made me eat almonds in a bag once. Almonds, Azzi.”

“Criminal,” Azzi deadpanned.

Drew nodded solemnly.

11:47 a.m.

Azzi took Eli to the swings while Paige and Drew stayed behind kicking the soccer ball. She gently pushed him back and forth, his laughter bubbling up like sunlight.

Her eyes kept drifting back to Paige.

She watched her scoop Drew up and spin him around, both of them laughing so hard they nearly fell over. The way Paige leaned into joy like it was something she earned.

Azzi felt something tight in her chest loosen.

When they walked back over, Paige was breathless.

“He’s relentless.”

“He likes you,” Azzi said softly.

Paige looked at her. “Do you?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away.

She didn’t have to.

1:04 p.m. — Picnic Table

They shared sandwiches and fruit while Drew narrated Eli’s every babble like he was interpreting for royalty.

“He said he wants another slice of banana.”

“He’s literally chewing on a shoe,” Paige deadpanned.

“Banana,” Drew repeated.

Azzi laughed until she hiccupped.

Paige leaned toward her. “You laugh with your whole body.”

Azzi looked at her, cheeks pink. “And you notice everything.”

“Only when it matters.”

2:10 p.m. — On the Walk Home

Drew held Azzi’s hand. Paige pushed the empty stroller. Eli was fast asleep against Azzi’s chest.

It felt… right.

Like something neither of them had dared imagine before, but now couldn’t unsee.

Drew looked up and said, “If you marry her, I want to be in the wedding.”

Paige choked on air. Azzi froze.

“I—what?”

Drew shrugged. “You’re already halfway there. You live across from each other. You share snacks. That’s like... married in adult language.”

Azzi laughed, cheeks burning.

Paige mumbled, “He’s banned from ever speaking again.”

Azzi smiled quietly. “He might be onto something.”

3:03 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Eli napped in his crib. Drew dozed on the couch with a video game controller slipping from his hands. Paige helped Azzi clean up stray bottles and snack wrappers.

“Today was…” Paige began, then paused.

Azzi looked over.

“Really good,” she finished.

Azzi nodded, voice soft. “Yeah. It was.”

Paige hesitated in the doorway. “You’re gonna be a really good mom, Azzi.”

Azzi blinked. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

They stood there in that familiar quiet — soft, close, unspoken things curling between them like steam off a mug.

Neither said the words.

But both felt them.

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 13: Across The Hall

Saturday — 3:12 p.m.

Paige stood at her door, fidgeting with the strap of her duffel bag as she looked down at Drew. Her 10-year-old brother wore a neon green backpack, Pokémon Crocs, and a suspiciously serious expression for a child currently holding a juice box.

“You sure you’re not gonna embarrass me?” Paige teased.

Drew gave her a look. “You’re the one who plays basketball for a living. Pretty sure that’s already embarrassing.”

Paige snorted and ruffled his hair.

He shook her off with the intensity only a little brother could summon, then turned to look down the hallway.

“Which one is her apartment again?” he asked.

Paige blinked. “Who?”

“The vet lady you keep texting.”

Paige flushed. “Azzi.”

“Yeah. Her. I wanna meet her. And Eli.”

Paige sighed, unlocked her apartment, and nudged Drew inside with a grin. “You’re relentless.”

“You like her.”

Paige paused, keys still in her hand. “I never said that.”

Drew plopped his backpack down. “You didn’t have to.”

3:29 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Azzi was mid-bottle prep when her phone buzzed.

Paige: Can we come over? I have someone I want you to meet.

Azzi glanced toward the nursery, where Eli was happily babbling to his stuffed llama, and then back at the message. Her stomach did a little flip.

She responded quickly.

Azzi: Door’s open. Come in.

Moments later, she heard the knock anyway. Of course Paige would still knock. Always respectful. Always soft around the edges when it came to her.

She opened the door to see Paige… and a boy.

Bright-eyed. Freckled. Sharp smile.

“Hey,” Paige said, already looking sheepish. “This is Drew. My brother. He’s staying the weekend.”

Drew gave her a chin-tilt that was far too confident for a child.

“Hi,” Azzi said, smiling as she stepped aside. “Come in.”

The second Drew spotted Eli, it was over.

He gasped. “He’s tiny!”

“He’s seven months,” Azzi replied, watching with amusement as Drew immediately crouched down by the playmat.

“He looks like he doesn’t pay rent,” Drew muttered.

Paige groaned. “He’s ten. He thinks he’s hilarious.”

Azzi laughed. “He kind of is.”

4:17 p.m. — Azzi’s Living Room

Azzi brought out apple slices and cheese for Drew, and Paige helped herself to one of the baby yogurt pouches like she was a toddler herself.

“You feeling better?” Azzi asked as she sat beside her on the floor.

Paige looked at her sideways. “Honestly? Yeah. I think sleeping in your bed healed me.”

Azzi gave her a look. “That was a one-time thing.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Paige whispered. “You miss my feet on your sheets.”

Azzi nearly choked on her water.

Drew looked up. “Are you guys dating?”

Azzi blinked. “No.”

Paige at the exact same time: “Not yet.”

Azzi gave her a look.

Paige just smiled and shrugged. “I’m feeling better, what can I say?”

5:03 p.m. — Hallway Between Apartments

After Drew begged for a tour of Paige’s apartment, the trio (plus Eli, now in Azzi’s arms) moved across the hall.

“You two really live across from each other?” Drew asked, eyes wide.

“It’s new,” Paige said.

Azzi looked over at her. “Very new.”

Drew grinned. “This is better than TV.”

7:20 p.m. — Paige’s Living Room

Paige had pizza on the table, Drew was covered in marinara, and Eli had eaten exactly three bites of his mashed carrots before passing out in Azzi’s arms.

“I like her,” Drew said suddenly, gesturing toward Azzi.

Azzi looked up, surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah. You’re cool. And you don’t talk to me like I’m five.”

Paige smiled from the kitchen. “Told you she was the best.”

Azzi’s cheeks warmed.

“You should come back tomorrow,” Drew said. “We’re going to the park.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “We are?”

“We are now.”

Azzi grinned. “We’ll see.”

10:03 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

After walking back across the hall, Azzi set Eli gently into his crib. The baby stirred but didn’t wake.

She leaned against the doorway for a moment, her eyes lingering on the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

Then she heard a soft knock.

She padded quietly to the front door and cracked it open.

Paige stood there, in sweats and socks, holding a blanket.

“I forgot my hoodie on your couch,” she said.

Azzi blinked. “You came back for that?”

Paige leaned on the doorframe. “Maybe also to say thanks.”

Azzi’s heart softened.

“You’re welcome.”

They stood there for a moment. Quiet. Comfortable.

“Goodnight, Azzi,” Paige said softly.

“Goodnight, Paige.”