Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
The game didn’t officially start for another hour, but we had pre-game rituals that I couldn’t imagine Lennox would want me to miss.
I glanced up at the suite and frowned when I didn’t see Finley anymore.
“Come on,” Coach O’Hara muttered as he slapped me on the back. “You can walk with me upstairs, and I’ll fill you in on the shit you were ignoring before you go talk to Lennox.”
I nodded and half-listened to him as we walked. Once we entered the locker room, Brady looked up and frowned when he saw me. “Why aren’t you with Finley?”
“What?” I growled, shoving my way across the room toward the exit.
“Lennox was supposed to get word to you. Talia texted me to let me know what was going on, so I just assumed you were already on your way.”
“Fuck!” I broke into a run, making my way up to the suites as fast as I could. Apparently, Lennox had warned the security team that I was coming because they let me pass without asking any questions, even giving me directions where to go, which just freaked me out even more.
When I reached the entrance to the box, I shoved it open and glanced around frantically until I spotted Finley. My pulse only slowed a little at seeing her. I was still in a tailspin over what could be going on with her.
“Baby,” I grunted as I dropped to my knees in front of her, scanning her for obvious injuries. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She looked pale and was nibbling on a cracker.
Her cheeks heated when she saw me, and she groaned. “I told him not to call you. I want all your focus on the game. Uncle Lennox! You traitor!”
“Finley!” I snapped. “What’s going on?”
“Tell him, Finley,” Lennox growled as he appeared at my side. “Tell the bastard what he did.”
“Watch it,” I snarled, not happy about the tone he was using with her. Then I turned back to Finley. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she sighed. “I threw up a little bit.”
Lennox snorted, and my frown deepened.
“Okay, I threw up a lot. But it’s just because I had too much popcorn and then a hot dog.”
“We should take you to the hospital,” I insisted, standing.
“No, you need to take her to a fucking courthouse,” Lennox muttered.
“Uncle Lennox, would you butt out?” Finley shouted, taking us all by surprise since she rarely raised her voice in anger. “And watch your language! Fetuses have ears, you know. Anyway, I don’t need to go anywhere. I need to be here to support my man while he helps win another championship for your team.”
My breath caught in my lungs, and my legs gave out, sending me down to my knees again. “Fetus?”
Her cheeks heated again, and I rubbed a hand over my beard, unsure I’d heard her right.
“Um…I want to be here to cheer for the father of my baby.”
“Baby?” I gasped as joy flooded my system. “You’re pregnant?”
“And unmarried,” Lennox grunted, earning himself another scathing glare from his niece.
“Honey, I think maybe you should leave these two alone,” Brie said as she grasped his arm and dragged him away.
“It’s not like we aren’t engaged!” Finley shouted, making me smile like a lunatic.
I’d put my ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. “We’re pregnant!” I bellowed, my smile nearly splitting my face in half.
Finley pointed at something behind me without looking and snapped, “Don’t say it, or you won’t be invited to the wedding.”
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmured before cupping her face and sealing our mouths together.
Unfortunately, I only had a short time to let the news sink in and make sure Finley was truly okay. Then she kicked me out and told me to win the damn game, or she’d make me wait an extra year to get married.
Right before I walked out the door, I paused and spoke to her over my shoulder. “If we lose, we wait a year, right?” She nodded. “Okay, then if we win, you marry me in a month.”
Finley blanched. “A month! That’s way too fast. I—”
“Do we have a deal, baby?” I knew calling her that and giving her my most charming smile would have her agreeing.
Finley sighed. “No fair using your sexiness against me. Fine, we have a deal.”
When the game was over, I grabbed the nearest news anchor and looked straight into their camera. “Um. Uh, how…how does it feel to win?” they stuttered. Probably because I always refused to talk to the press unless I was absolutely forced.
“We won, baby. We’re getting married in four weeks, Finley Madison.”
EPILOGUE
FINLEY
Seeing my big, strong husband—who’d been well-known as a scary grump before we met—surrounded by our daughters always melted my heart. And made my ovaries feel as though they were about to explode. Which was probably why we had six children in the ten years that we’d been together.