It was a copy of the article. The one she wrote about me months ago.
There, in the middle of the chaos, I scanned over the first few words she wrote, and suddenly, this wasn’t just about the game or the win. It was about everything that had brought us to this point. It also brought me her.
I looked down at the woman who owned my heart and soul. “I was wondering if this was ever going to get published.”
“I wanted to wait until this was all over. I figured what better time to run this than after the Super Bowl win.”
“Wait,” I said, feeling my eyebrows pull together. “How did you know I was going to win?”
“Because I believe in you. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about whether you would win.”
I shook my head and pulled her into me.
Around us, the stadium was celebrating. Teammates were shouting, but holding Becca in my arms felt like everything had come full circle.
I rested my forehead against hers. “I’m going to marry you someday.”
Her breath caught, so I pressed a finger to her lips. “I’m not proposing today, but I will soon, so you’d better get ready to say yes.”
When I did ask her to marry me, I wanted that moment to be just about us. And as we walked off the field, arm in arm, I realized winning the Super Bowl wasn’t even the biggest moment of my life. Falling in love with her was.
