“I’ve won awards. I’ve signed contracts. I’ve had moments in this game that people spend their whole lives chasing, and I’m grateful for every one of them. But none of those things gave me what you did.”
“You gave me peace. You gave me purpose outside of football. You gave me a family. You gave me something worth looking forward to when all of this is over.”
Then I dropped to one knee. The reaction around us was immediate. It sounded like it was happening somewhere else because all I could see was Tink standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face.
“Tink, I love the woman you are… the mother you’re gone be, and the life we’re building together. I don’t want another season… another year, or another day without you in it.”
I opened the box and looked up at her.
“Will you marry me?”
The tears hadn’t stopped. If anything, they came faster. One hand covered her mouth while the other wiped at her face, but it wasn’t doing much good. The smile fighting through those tears told me everything I needed to know before she ever opened her mouth.
“Yes,” she croaked out.
The smile that spread across my face felt impossible to contain as I slipped the ring onto her finger and stood.
Cheers echoed across the field. Tink threw her arms around my neck, and I pulled her against me, holding her a little tighter than I probably needed to.
The reporter simpered into her microphone as the camera stayed locked on us.
“Well, I’d say this has been a pretty good night for Titan Samuels. He helped send the Cannons back to the Super Bowl and just got engaged in the middle of Cannon Field. Congratulations to both of you.”
“Appreciate it,” I said, tightening my arm around Tink.
Tink laughed through her tears and nodded.
“Thank you.”
Looking around the field, I saw our family making their way toward us, teammates still celebrating, and cameras capturing every second of it. A few weeks ago, I was sitting in rehab wondering when I’d get this moment back.
Now I was headed to the Super Bowl with my fiancée standing beside me.
For the first time all night, football wasn’t the thing on my mind.
She was.
***
I don’t know what it was about Tink’s pussy tonight, but this shit had me delirious. It could be because she just agreed to be my wife, but whatever the reason, I damn sure wasn’t complaining.
“Titan…” she whimpered as she rode my dick through her orgasm.
“Mhm… get what you need, mama,” I coached as I tried my best to keep my own at bay, but I was fighting a losing battle.
“Fuck, Tink,” I breathed out as I felt her walls contract around me.
She bounced and twirled her hips a few more times before I was filling her up with the rest of our kids.
“Sss… shit,” I groaned as I gripped the fuck out of her hips as she succumbed to her own pleasure. Once I figured she’d recovered, I lifted her off me and just stared at her.
“You know I love you right?” I asked right before I kissed her lips then neck.
“You know I love you too, right?” She countered as she rested her arms on my shoulder.
“I do.” I kissed her.
I didn’t see myself here, especially not in this capacity, but if you ask me, this was the only place I rather be.
