I am beyond blessed to have them all in my life.
Peyton nudges me. “Your man is about to make the game a shutout.”
It’s the championship game tonight. Wyatt has been playing one hell of a game. The Bears have been a hell of an opponent, but Wyatt refuses to let a single puck by. He even took one to the helmet that made me wince.
I don’t like seeing him hurt.
“So are Kellan and Calvin. The whole team is doing well,” I tell her.
“They are. We are going to win this,” Grace says from my other side.
Will brought Rachelle and came to the game with me. All of the girls showed up for the game too. Brett is here cheering on his family. Even Cora’s mom showed up to be here for her adopted sons, as she called them.
The only two missing are Beckett and Clay, but that’s only because they have their own game out in Seattle tonight. We will be watching that as soon as this is over. Wyatt rented out a whole bar just for us to have a watch party.
That’s something I will never get used to. Wyatt has money. It doesn’t matter to me, but I never noticed it before. He is such a humble man, and he cares so much.
Now that everything is on the table, he’s started letting me help him choose which charity projects should be funded. It makes me extremely happy to help others. I’m glad he feels the same.
The program he started for me? He has now spread it to fifty areas across the country. His goal is to have it in every major city in five years’ time.
He’s named it the Jerry Wayne Program.
“There Kellan goes.” Cora slaps across Peyton to hit me.
“Chill out,” Emery hisses at her. “I just got Alissa down.”
“You guys, this is it. This is the winning shot,” Brett yells as he stands.
Sure enough, Kellan slaps the puck over to Calvin, who passes it right back to him. The next thing I know, the buzzer is going off, indicating that he scored.
We all stand and cheer, with Emery being the exception. She is smiling, though.
Thirty seconds is all that’s left. All they have to do is hold off the Bears for thirty seconds.
It doesn’t seem like a lot, but in hockey, it’s a lifetime.
I watch as the other team gets the puck. My eyes ping-pong as I try to keep it in sight. The Bears are rushing toward Wyatt in the net. They will have time to tie it. They need to make this shot.
Wyatt needs to stop it.
It’s as if time stops yet passes in the blink of an eye at the same time. One moment I see the Bears’ player pull back his stick, and the next the puck is gone.
I hold my breath as Wyatt holds up the puck in his glove. We all cheer as he tosses it to Kellan just as the timer runs out, a loud buzz letting us know the game is over.
The Walker University Wolves are champions once again.
I can’t help but beam.
We stay in the stands, watching the whole awards ceremony. As soon as it’s over, we rush the ice, our wristbands showing us as family. They let us through onto the carpet covering the ice.
I don’t hesitate. I take off running looking for him. It takes me a moment to find him. He’s talking to a reporter. I don’t care, though. Neither will he since he hates them.
I rush toward him. He sees the movement and turns, ignoring the reporter to catch me as I fling myself into his arms.
“I’m so proud of you!” I yell into his ear.
“I love you, Lyla. So much,” he yells back before kissing me deeply.
