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"Kelsey! I'm not cleaning your fucking office! You need a whole goddamn crew to clean that mess." For someone so Type-A, her office is a disaster area.
"Then you should have kept your mouth shut, Davies!" she yells back at me. "My office. As soon as practice ends."
Fuck my life. I gotta learn to keep my goddamn mouth shut.
"Hey," Laney says, tippingher head back for kisses when I enter the wives' lounge. Since most of the guys on the team are single, she mostly has the place to herself. She uses it to take naps during practice or hang out with Kelsey. It's far more peaceful than our locker room, which is loud and chaotic on a good day. My teammates don't know the definition of quiet.
"Hey, Cutie Pie." I lean over her chair, nibbling on her lips. "You doing okay in here?"
"I'm fine, Wes. You worry too much."
"It's my job to worry." I wrap my arms around her waist, plucking her up from the recliner to slide in beneath her. She snuggles on my lap with a happy little sigh, her head against my shoulder. My dick immediately reacts, standing at attention. He usually does when I'm touching her. I can't get enough of her. I'm fucking addicted to her. Especially now that she's wearing my ring.
I nuzzle her neck, all the stress and bullshit just…vanishing. When she's in my arms, it always disappears. Nothing else matters. Nothing else intrudes. It's just me and her. That's everything I need in this world.
"I'm an asshole," I murmur after a moment. "And I don't deserve you."
"You do deserve me," she whispers, turning to place a hand on my cheek. "You've always deserved me, Wes."
"You haven't talked to Kelsey, have you?"
"I have." She grimaces. "She was actually in here when she got the news."
"How pissed are you right now?"
"I'm not mad." She gives me a tiny smile. "I mean, I would have preferred an announcement with fewer curse words, but this one was very you."
"You should turn to the sports channel."
"Are they playing it?" she groans, reaching for the remote. "They're probably playing it on repeat, aren't they? Honestly, Wes. Couldn't you just punch him in the face again or something? They're going to be camped outside the door for weeks now."
I grab the remote for her, changing the channel. As she expected, they are playing a repeat of the fight with Hurst and my angry retort to the reporter's shouted question. We tune in just in time to catch the very tail end of it. She groans again,rolling her eyes. She isn't pissed though. If anything, I think she's more annoyed that the media will be following her around again. Not that they've ever really left us alone entirely.
They're never far since I asked her on a date in front of half the world a couple months ago.
Instead of the segment returning to the newsroom to get their hot take on the situation, it cuts to Lisette Beauchamp, one of very few reporters who doesn't drive me up the fucking wall, standing outside of the arena. She prefers to stick to the game and leave our personal lives out of it, which we appreciate.
"No word yet on Theo Kline's condition, but I was able to catch up with Weston Davies after the game," Lisette says into her microphone, "and he made a statement. I believe we have that for you now."
"Wes? What is this?" Laney asks when the segmen cuts again to an image of me outside of the locker room with Lisette.
"Just watch, angel."
"What happened out there tonight?"
"I'm not here to talk about that," I say on the screen, staring directly into the camera. "I just wanted to clarify a statement I made earlier. I was asked if Laney and I were married. I gave a crude answer to the most important question of my life, and I'd like to address that now, if that's all right with you."
"Uh, sure," Lisette says, looking at her cameraman. She had no clue why I flagged her down when I saw her in the hall an hour ago.
"Laney and I are married," I say on camera. "Two weeks ago, she made me the happiest man on fuc…on the planet and allowed me to put my ring on her finger. Every day since has been a dream I don't and will not ever deserve.Sheis a dream I will not ever deserve. Knowing she's mine and I'm hers is the best fu…feeling in this world. That's what I should have said when I was asked for confirmation earlier." I take a deep breathand speak directly to Laney. "I love you, Laney Davies. Every damn day."
"Wes," she whispers on my lap, her eyes bright with tears as the segment on TV cuts back to Lisette outside of the arena.
I turn the TV off, dropping the remote. She saw what I needed her to see. Anything else they have to say doesn't matter to me. If it's something I need to know about, Kelsey will tell me. In detail. With threats. None of that matters right now. The only important thing is right here in my arms, sniffling.
"You aren't allowed to cry." I press my lips to Laney's ear. "You know how much I hate when you cry."
"Then you shouldn't make me!" she cries, making me smile. Fuck. I don't deserve her.
