“Not really. Just anxious to get out here and play. I’m excited to see Arch too.”
“You’re going to be amazing.” She puts her hand on my arm.
Sera grabs my face with both hands, bringing my attention back to her.
“You win?”
I laugh. “That’s the plan.”
She nods seriously. “Okay, Daddy. Win.”
A photographer walks over to us and interrupts. “Can I get a photo, Liam?”
I look at Alie, and she hesitates for a half second, but nods. I know she’s stayed out of the spotlight for most of her life, and she’s kept Sera out of it too—for which I’m grateful—but I want the entire world to know that these are my girls.
“Yes, that’d be great.”
Sera’s nestled between us, already grinning.
Alie moves to my other side and slips her hand into mine naturally.
The camera flashes, and it makes Sera giggle.
“Thank, Liam. Ms. Grant.” He nods to her.
Sera kisses my cheek. “Daddy play now?” she asks.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Soon.”
“I cheer,” she says, clapping.
I kiss her on the forehead, then turn to Alie.
“I’ll see you after the game.” I kiss her lips, lingering for a minute longer than I should on the sideline.
“Be safe,” she whispers against my lips.
“Always.”
“And win.” She pats me on the ass.
“Yes, ma’am.” I wink.
Alie reaches for Sera.
“Come on, baby. Daddy needs to get warmed up.”
“Bye, Daddy!” she says, waving as Alie turns to walk away.
“See you later.” I wave back.
As I turn toward the field, one of my favorite reporters intercepts me.
“Liam, can I grab you for a minute?” she asks.
“Yeah, of course.”
I lean down so I can hear her over the growing noise.
