Unexpected Revelation

LOGAN

Tomorrow is the game, and I will finally be able to relax. I am so tired of this suspense. The whole team wants to win.

We are motivated beyond everything. We need this; it will raise our spirits to the highest and cheer our fans. And it will take the coach off our backs. And most of all, I will be able to take care of my beautiful girl.

God, how much I love this woman. There hasn't been a day in my life when I wasn't thinking about her.

About her silky dark hair. About her full lips and the happy smile that is always there when she's talking to me. About her beautiful emerald eyes and how much love I see in them. About her perfect body, her curves, and her breasts. About the way she talks and how she laughs. It's unbelievable.

If someone had told me that I would be together with this girl when we saw each other for the first time, I would have believed it without any hesitation. But eventually, we went through a lot of situations, a lot of shit before I was able to call her mine. And she was mine, and I did not doubt it.

I was ready to propose to her in Paris. I went all out for her, and she ruined all of my plans with her words that we aren't ready for the big steps. Like damn, we aren't ready. Though I now understand what she meant, I was furious at her for that.

“Hey, buddy, stop daydreaming,” Drew's voice brought me back to reality.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room since I had returned from practice. Becca went to the kitchen; she wanted to cook something for us. We both offered her our help, but she only dismissed these attempts with a laugh.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“One hundred percent. I really want it to be over.” I ran my hand over my face.

“You better win tomorrow.”

“That’s exactly what I am planning to do.”

“No, you don’t understand…”

“Guys, dinner is ready. Will you help me?” Becca stepped out from the kitchen, and she was wearing her favorite dress for home. She looked so cute in it.

Drew reacted immediately and walked over to her. It was the second day in a row when I noticed that he had started acting overprotective around her. I can’t say that it wasn’t like that earlier, but these two days it looked suspicious.

They were spending a lot of time together while I was busy. What if…? No. I can’t think like that. She was my woman, and he was my best friend. I tried to dismiss these thoughts. But it wasn’t easy.

She outdid herself with this delicious food. She cooked fried potatoes with mushrooms and meatballs with cheese inside. Damn, what have I done to deserve her? Becca is someone so lovable and caring. It’s just so hard not to fall in love with her a little more each day.

I love waking up beside her. She always grumbles that I fell asleep, wrapping her in a tight embrace. But I can’t do anything about it. I would love to confess to her that she is the only one with whom I act like that. I never was a keeper with any other girl. But she makes me lose my mind.

After dinner was over, she stayed with Drew and me for two hours. We talked a little. I can tell that they were trying to distract me, taking my mind off the thoughts about the game. And mostly, they were successful. I almost forgot about the Patriots.

But then Becca yawned, and my mind took another turn. I started worrying about the closeness between her and Drew.

“Becca, you need to go to bed. No excuses,” he exclaimed as soon as he saw her yawning.

I furrowed my brow. What was this about? He acted like her big brother, and she was obeying him. She kissed me, waved at him, and with words that she would leave us alone, went to the second floor, to our bedroom.

“Since when do you act so paternalistic with Rebecca?” I folded my arms over my chest and stared at Drew. He raised his eyebrow, leaned his back against the couch, and had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Nope.” Yeah, it’s not hard to guess that I was lying. “Just curious.”

“Well, I would have said welcome to the club, man. Try to understand how I felt all these years back.

“But… I made my peace with all this. I am happy when she’s happy. And you are doing everything for her. I don’t need to be worried that you will screw something up. Because you love her and she loves you back.”

“Have you met someone?” I narrowed my eyes at him. But Drew only shook his head with laughter.

“You sound just like her. Damn, you’re so alike with Becca. And nope, I haven’t met anyone. I have sex a lot, but I don’t need anyone special.”

“Bullshit.” I stared him down. I wanted to voice mine and Becca’s worries to him.

She cared about him just like I did. Probably, she even loves him. But only as a friend. I know how strong her feelings for me are. And that she’s loyal. I have no idea where this closeness comes from, but she isn’t cheating on me. I know it.

“Fine. I agree. I want to meet someone just as perfect as Becca. But I am trying to lower my expectations. She’s one of a kind, and if I hang onto my memories of our relationship, I won’t be able to meet anyone.”

“I'm sorry,” I said to him for the thousandth time, and still it wasn’t enough.

“Jones, if you continue this bullshit, I will leave this house for good. And I won’t be picking up your phone calls. I'm tired of hearing that you're sorry. Because I know that you are. Did you hear me say that I'm sorry for all the words and stories I told her?”

I nodded at him. Yeah, when I found out what he had told her, I was furious. I barely kept myself from hitting him. Because damn, he deserved it. Not because he told her the truth—I'm not proud of some of my decisions—but because he lied to her, hoping to turn her away from me. When he hinted to her that I had sex with Teresa at the wedding or when he told her that I'm used to being with multiple girls at the same time.

When I was with someone, I was always faithful. The one and only time I screwed up was when I cheated on Melanie with Becca.

“Did you hear me say that again?”

“No.”

“You should follow my lead. I am a super cool dude.” This bastard. I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. I loved him. He was my family for a very long time. My brother. “But there is something that you need to know.”

“What?” I straightened up. Drew became too serious for my liking. This atmosphere, a moment ago, disappeared.

“I want you to win this game tomorrow. To beat these motherfuckers. And to win. For your team. For your friends and family. For the fans. And for her. Especially for her.”

“I told you this already. I am going to do everything in my power to win. And my team thinks the same. We are all on the same wavelength. We know the importance of this game and this win for us. And all of my wins, they are all for her.”

“Fuck, Rebecca made it very hard for me.” Drew ran his hand over his face. “Okay. Win this game. Take the ring with you that you were going to give her. And ask her to be your wife.” I choked on my next words.

“I was planning something different for my proposal. Something very romantic, she already blew off. So I am still thinking about what to do.”

“Just do as I say. Trust me, buddy.”

“She’s upset that I hadn’t given her this ring?”

“Logan, it’s not my secret to tell. It’s on her. Just win this fucking game and propose to Rebecca.”

“You’re confusing me as fuck. But okay... I’ll do it.”

“Thank goodness.” Drew got up from the couch, and I followed him. “It’s late, and tomorrow will be a crazy day for you. Let’s go.”

We went to the second floor. I waved at him and silently walked into my bedroom.

I took off my t-shirt and sweatpants and slipped under the blanket. Rebecca was already soundly asleep. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her to my chest. I inhaled her sweet scent and the aroma of her hair. She smelled like vanilla and strawberry.

Damn, this woman will be the death of me if she isn’t by my side. I am crazy about her. Every day, I love her even more, and it’s unbelievable.

I told the truth to Drew. I will propose to her tomorrow, but only if we win. Which means it’s not “if”, I fucking need this win tomorrow. And I will do everything in my power for that.

I have wanted to see this beautiful ring on her finger for a very long time. And Drew gave me a perfect idea of how to do it. I don’t know what secret he spoke of, but I guess I just need to trust him and wait. I am sure that Becca would never hide anything vital from me.

She wiggled a little, nestling more comfortably in my embrace. I only tightened my grip on her. Rebecca, what are you doing to me? I kissed the top of her hair and closed my eyes. I don’t need anyone except for her to feel complete or at home. She is my home. And I love her so much.