“I’m fine,” I say automatically.
She gives me a look that saystry again.
I swallow. “I’m…tense.”
Blakely leans closer. “Are you sick?”
I shake my head, voice barely there. “I’m four days late.”
For one beat, the entire suite goes quiet.
Even Lyla stops shifting.
Even Caleb looks up, sensing the change.
Blakely’s eyes go wide. “OH MY GOD.”
“Shh,” I hiss, half-laughing, half-on-the-verge-of-tears.
Jade presses a hand to her mouth, eyes bright. “Oh my?—”
Madison reaches across the space and squeezes my hand like she’s lending me courage. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispers.
Lyla smiles with tears already in her eyes because she’s pregnant and sentimental and doesn’t care who knows it. “Honey…”
Sophie’s gaze softens. “That would be…really beautiful.”
My throat aches.
I look back down at the field.
Logan is lined up, shoulders squared, helmet gleaming under the lights. He looks invincible.
But I know better.
The game ends with our team pulling ahead late in the fourth quarter. Beck’s team makes a push, Jaxon gets one last explosive catch, and Beck tries to end the game by laying out my boyfriend, but Logan still stands.
When the whistle blows, we win.
Carter yells something and throws his arms up like he’s performing for the cameras. Logan looks up toward the suite, searching.
And when his eyes find mine through the glass, I swear my whole body goes quiet.
Like the universe paused just to watch us.
I lift my hand to the window—small, instinctive.
He taps his fist to his chest once, then points up at me.
Mine.
Home.
Promise.
Jade bumps my shoulder. “Are you gonna tell him?”
I exhale, shaky. “I don’t know yet.”
