The Mrs.: Good morning, future husband.
I know Lily believes we’re treating this like an inside joke, and it is, but part of me is serious. For the time being, we’ve decided to continue as if we are engaged. Perhaps not the best solution in how to deal with all the media attention that’s already started regarding the news.
Martin didn’t waste any time selling his video and the reactions immediately poured in. I’d warned Beck and my agent, Trent Walters, about what happened. I refused to lie to either of them. Thankfully, Lily agreed that they should know.
They were surprised yet understanding of the situation.
Both did gently remind me of the gentleman clause of which I assured them I fully intended to honor it. Beck also gave me permission to share that stipulation with Lily. He wanted her to have all the information and said, I quote, “I have a feeling about her.”
Me, too, honestly.
For the first time since I was a sophomore, football is not the most important thing on my mind or in my life.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Lily.
Her smile.
How my great-grandmother Daisy’s ring, a woman also named after a flower, contains a gemstone that’s identical to Lily’s eyes.
Her defense of me when dealing with Martin.
That kiss.
Her easy acceptance of my warning that I don’t think I’ll able to let her go.
Her confession that she may not want me to.
That kiss.
How right she felt.
Her connection with my mom.
The obvious affection between them.
That kiss.
Yes, I know I’ve mentioned that multiple times but cut a guy a break. It was one hundred percent worth the wait to not experience my first until my twenty-seventh year.
Being the off-season, though not for much longer, I have more free time than when we’re on, and I intend to spend as much of it as possible with her.
I want to woo her.
Convince her to give us a chance.
Last night before we’d parted, we’d exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for lunch today. I’m going to her place, both of us wanting the privacy it’ll afford us. I know, eventually, I’ll have to share her with the fans and my parents, I’m just not ready to.
Having it drilled into me to never show up to someone’s home empty-handed, I took a chance and purchased a bouquet of lilies. I hope it’s not too presumptuous to assume she likes the flower that shares her name.
They weren’t easy to find as they’re just coming in season now, but my willingness, and ability, to spend a little extra helped me find them.
It didn’t hurt that the florist is a Mavericks fan and was thrilled to be a part of a gift for my new fiancée.
I knew our relationship would be big news, I just never expected to this degree. It makes sense considering I’ve never been seen or connected to a woman other than my mom. I really hope this hasn’t impacted Lily, but the chances are slim she’ll be able to avoid it for long.
I’m familiar with the neighborhood Lily lives in, so I know the drive is approximately twenty minutes from my house. Her complex doesn’t have parking, which I hate for her, so I’m prepared to search for an opening on the street and resigned to the fact I may have to circle the block for a bit for one to become available.
Halfway there, my phone rings and I smile at seeing Lily’s name on the screen. “Miss me?”
