Something So Right(76)

“Not even a joke. He’s fucked with the wrong guy. I will make his life hell if he doesn’t put a stop to her.”

Scott nods his head. “Looking forward to meeting your girl tonight.”

“Yup, supper after the game.” I turn and walk away, looking at my phone, and notice she didn’t answer.

Once I open the door, I see why. Knocked out on the bed, Kindle thrown next to her, my girl sleeps. Taking off my clothes, I sneak into bed with her. She’s wearing my shirt. My hand snakes under it, grabbing her breast. She moans and turns away. I pull her close to me, our legs intertwined, her ass spooned into my front and one hand still holding that breast. I close my eyes, taking me no time to join her in sleep.





Chapter Thirty-Four


Cooper





The days fly by, the weeks are but a memory. We finally get into a groove I’m okay with. I have also put my foot down with the amount of time we spend apart. No more fucking two weeks without her. I can’t do it, and I’m okay with admitting it.

She has also been a fixture in the wives’ box, making many new friends. I hear from the other teammates that their wives love her. Makes me smile because my girl can rock anything.

Thanksgiving was three weeks ago. We played away that weekend, so Parker came with the kids so we could celebrate together. Best feeling ever is sitting down, finally being thankful for something.

I’m sitting at the counter, drinking my protein shake while waiting for Matthew to come in. My palms are sweating. I’ve got nerves in my stomach.

I hear the garage door open, knowing that it’s him. I breathe out and say a prayer.

Matthew comes in, dropping his bag on one of the stools, then goes to the fridge to either get something to eat or drink. He is growing like a weed these days.

“Did you have a good day at school?” I ask him, hoping he’s in a good mood for the talk I need to have with him.

“Mmm,” he says while biting an apple and chewing.

“Good, so I kind of wanted to have a talk with you.” I place my hands on the counter.

He just looks at me, pulling his eyebrows together in confusion.

“I know how much you love your mom. I know that you are protective of her. I want to help you with that.” I’m not even sure I am making sense, but Matthew has stopped chewing and is staring at me. “Before you say anything, hear me out. I love her. I love her more than anything. I love you, and I love Allison like you were my own. I’ve never wanted to be tied to a woman in my life.”

“Tied?” Matthew laughs at me.

“I want to marry her. I want her to be my wife. I want to watch her wear my ring, knowing that she’s mine. I just want her to be mine.” I blow out, taking my cap off, rubbing my hands in my hair.

“Okay,” he says. “I’m not sure why you are telling me this.”

“I’m asking for your permission. I want you to tell me that you approve of me, of us. I want to make sure you are okay with this. You’re her main man. I want to be her other main man.”

“You make her happy. Before when we would go to Dad’s for the week, I would worry about her. Now I don’t. I know that you won’t let anything happen to her. That you would put her before anything. So, my answer is yes. Do it. Ask her,” Matthew says, smiling.

“Okay, good, one down. Now I just have to convince her to take a chance on me.”

“You got a ring?” he asks, and I nod.

“I do. I had it since I went away on that god-awful road trip.”

Matthew throws his head back and laughs. “Dude, you were terrible. I thought they would bench you, that’s how bad it was. I cringed during most of the games.”

“Thanks, buddy, glad I can make you laugh.”

Three days later, I’m standing in the middle of the family room. The decorator just left. It took six hours for her to transform my house into a winter wonderland.

When she opens the front door, what is going to greet her is the banister wrapped in garland with white lights.

Lit candles make a path to the family room, red rose petals scattered in the pathway.

The family room is what is blazing. The fireplace is lit, making the room glow. The monster of a Christmas tree is in the corner of the room. I told her I wanted a big tree. I had no idea she would walk in with a fifteen footer.

Everything on the tree is either white or silver with about a million lights, or what seems to be a million. There are huge vases on every single surface, filled with water and white branches with tea candles floating in them.

There are fake white trees all around the room as well, all lit up. The huge bay windows have tea light falling down on them. It really looks like a fucking fantasy.