“We’re having duck for dinner.” He pointed two fingers at me and then threw his head back and howled. People in the stands were shouting green and yellow. I knew Gabe would be pissed. Poor guy, nobody hated the Ducks more than him, though he wouldn’t tell any of us the exact reason.
The announcer came on the loud speaker. Funny, how last time I was on the field, I’d thought my life might be over.
And honestly — it had just begun.
The first two quarters went by in a blur. The score was tied and I was officially exhausted. Coach tried to take me out a few times, but I wouldn’t let him. I was doing a damn good job and I wanted to carry my team. I couldn’t fail them, not now.
“You sure you’re up for this?” Dad asked once the buzzer for halftime went off.
“Yup.” I licked my lips. “I’ve been waiting all my life for this.”
He dug into his pocket and handed me the box. “Go get ‘em.”
“If everyone could have a seat, we have a special announcement.” The man called over the loud speaker. I walked to the middle of the field amidst shouts and cheers from all over the stands, even the Duck fans were on their feet.
The minute I turned, I realized why. Every single person on my side of the crowd were flashing shirts that said I heart Wes Michels. I was too shocked to say anything. The yells grew louder. I gave a bow and took off my helmet. Nervous, I cleared my throat before speaking into the microphone.
“Thank you,” I said in a hoarse voice. “You have no idea how much your support means to me, my family, my team.” I cleared my throat again. “I love you guys. All of you, but there’s someone… someone special that I really need to talk to right now. Kiersten?” The crowd cheered louder. “Kiersten, can you come down here?”
Amidsts screams and hollers, my girl made her way from the stands and across the fields.
“Damn,” I said into the microphone. “You’re just as beautiful as the first day I saw you.”
Her red hair matched her face as she made the final few steps to the middle of the field.
“Lamb,” I began. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was happy. I fought against the nerves and excitement I felt at finally being able to claim her as my own. “My heart was literally breaking when I met you.” The crowd fell silent. “It was getting slowly poisoned by something beyond my control — some think it is a miracle that I’m standing here, others say it was the drugs.” I gripped her hands. “But I know the truth.”
Kiersten’s brow furrowed.
“When I met you — somehow you healed me. From the inside out, the outside in. We conquered fears together, we learned, we laughed, and we loved. I swear, you caused my heart to soar more in the past few months than it has in my entire existence. My heart is whole because you chose to share yours with me, and it’s for that reason that I get down on not one, but both knees…” I knelt in front of her and gripped her hand. “And say thank you. Thank you for saving my life, thank you for loving me enough to treasure your own, and thank you for being my strength when I had none. I’d like to think our hearts are joined — forever entwined — but considering that’s not technically a legal joining, I have a question for you.”
Gasps were heard throughout the stadium.
“Marry me? Make me the happiest man alive.” I opened the box revealing my mom’s ring. The same one I saw when I’d closed my eyes before my surgery. It was a three carat antique-cut diamond solitaire, with the words My heart for yours engraved on the inside. Dad said when he engraved it, he had only thought of his love for Mom. Never once did he suspect that it would have a deeper meaning for all of us.
Maybe, just maybe, everything did happen for a reason. Maybe there was no such thing as a coincidence. I gulped, waiting for Kiersten’s answer.
With a shout, she threw her arms around my neck knocking me to my back. Her mouth found mine.
I tasted her lips and growled against them. “That a yes?”
“That’s a what the heck took you so long?” She smacked me on the chest and then looked away as tears streamed down her face. “I love you Wes Michels.”
“Oh, yeah.”