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My fucking heart explodes.
“Yes?”
“Yes!”
I don't remember getting to my feet.
I don't remember putting the ring on her finger.
I do remember kissing her.
Because twenty thousand people disappear.
The stadium disappears.
The team.
The cameras.
The noise.
Everything.
It's just Layla.
My Firecracker.
My future wife.
When I finally lift my head, she's laughing.
“You planned all of this?”
“Obviously.”
“You performed the haka before proposing to me.”
“I did.”
“In front of an entire stadium.”
“Yes.”
She shakes her head.
“That's completely insane.”
“Eccentric.”
“Still billionaire code for weird.”
I kiss her again.
Behind us, the Rovers are shouting.
The wives rush the field.
The crowd starts chanting something that sounds suspiciously like Firecracker.
