The team gathers around us.
Kamden stands just off to the side, watching.
I step back slightly and look at her.
Really look at her.
One year ago, I almost lost her because I was afraid.
Tonight, I’m not afraid of anything.
I drop to one knee.
The entire stadium gasps.
Amelia’s hands fly to her mouth.
Kamden freezes.
The guys start shouting.
I reach into my pocket—yes, I pitched with it there. Yes, I’m insane.
And I pull out the ring.
The lights catch the diamond and it sparkles under the stadium glow.
“Amelia Bronwyn,” I say, my voice carrying even over the noise.
She’s crying already.
“You walked into my life and made me better. Not just on the mound. Not just in front of cameras. You made me better as a man.”
The stadium quiets.
“I don’t just want championships with you,” I continue. “I want mornings. I want late nights. I want arguments and laughter and everything in between.”
She’s nodding, tears streaming down her face.
“You fought for your career. You fought for us. And I will spend the rest of my life fighting for you.”
I swallow hard.
“Will you marry me?”
There’s no hesitation.
“Yes!” she cries.
The stadium erupts again.
I slide the ring onto her finger and stand, pulling her into me as the team surrounds us.
Kamden is the first to hug us both.
“You better not screw this up,” he mutters into my ear.
I laugh. “Not a chance.”
