One year later

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, my pulse thumping loudly as I try to keep my nerves at bay. This has been a day that Cameron has waited his entire life for, and now that it's happening I just can't believe it. I can't wrap my head around it.

It's the super bowl, and the Los Angeles Rams finally made it. It's the fourth quarter, a tied game. The Rams have the ball, and my stomach is so tight that it's almost like I'll throw up all over the stands in front of me.

"Daddy is going so fast!" Izzy screams and points up at the big screen above the crowd. She knows his number now, jumping up and down when he's able to get a first down, stepping out of bounds before he's tackled. The crowd goes wild, tears pricking in the backs of my eyes.

"Let me hold Everett." My mom gently says, taking him on her lap. She can tell that I'm nervous as hell, my teeth biting so hard into my bottom lip that I fear it might bleed. John, her new boyfriend that I absolutely love, plays peek-a-boo to try and distract him. My mom is the happiest I think I've ever seen her, and I owe John for that.

"Let's go, Holden!" Ethan screams, unable to sit down. We're both on our feet now, my entire body shaking. They're shouting different things over the speakers, chanting different cheers, and as he goes to make another play, I hold my breath, sending a prayer up to please let this go his way. This is everything he's ever worked for.

The play starts, and Cameron is looking for someone to get open. My hand is over my mouth as I wait for him to make a decision, and when the ball flies up into the air, as it travels all the way down field, I grip onto the chair in front of me, my heart completely stopping.

And then the ball is caught, and the crowd goes wild as the receiver races for the touch down. I'm going crazy now, Izzy and I jumping up and down. He's so close, so damn close, and when the receiver's feet cross that line, when it's officially ruled a touchdown, the tears stream down my cheeks.

"Oh my god." I laugh in disbelief. Ethan and Maya are losing it, Elias and Everett clapping, unaware of why we're all celebrating since they're still too young.

"Did daddy win?" Izzy shrieks, and I sink down and give her a hug, kissing her cheek multiple times.

"Yes! Daddy won." I grin. "Stay here with everyone, okay? Mommy will be right back."

"Go." Ethan urges, giving me a reassuring smile. "He'll want you on the field! Go."

The crowd is losing it, popcorn being thrown everywhere, drinks spilled, and I jump the fence to get onto the field, racing towards my man. My legs can't seem to run fast enough, and I find it so damn cute that he's searching the crowd for me already even though the reporters have completely swarmed him.

The number eighty-seven looks really good on him right now, and he's so happy that he's crying when I jump into his arms. The cameras around us click rapidly to capture the moment, but honestly I don't even care about them right now. This moment is between Cam and I. Nobody else.

He hides his face to cry into my shoulder, and because I know him so well I can already tell what he's thinking.

"Your mom would be so proud of you, baby." I shout into his ear over the noise, and he nods into my shoulder. "You fucking did it, Cam. You just won the fucking Super Bowl!"

This is everything he's worked his entire life for. Everything has led up to this moment, and I'm in utter disbelief. I'm so proud of him.

He pulls away and kisses me, ignoring the reporters as they keep asking him questions. I grip the sides of his face, my legs still around his waist, and I laugh against his mouth, finally opening my eyes to look into his.

"I love you!" He yells.

The reporters are still shouting things, cameras in his face. I know he has to answer them as some point, so I wriggle out of his grasp to get back onto my feet. "I love you more! I'm going to go back to the stands with the kids. We'll see you later, alright? I'm so proud of you, Cam. So fucking proud."

"Proud enough to celebrate when we get home?" He grins, and I roll my eyes.

Same old Cam.

"I'll see what I can do." I tease.

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We don't get home until around four in the morning. The kids were miserable, and I'm so glad Cam booked a private jet to take us home, otherwise Everett and Izzy really would have driven everyone crazy if we were to have ridden with other people.

Even though I should be exhausted, both Cam and I are riding on a high. I'm wired, and I'm also more than excited to release another secret to him that I've been holding onto for a few weeks now.

With the super bowl coming up he had been under a ton of stress, and the last thing I wanted to do was add to it. Now that he's won though this seems like a good time to tell him. I know he's going to be over the moon.

Even being one of the most famous athletes in the world right now, I appreciate the fact that his role as a father always comes first. Both kids are asleep in his arms wearing matching jerseys that say mini Holden on the back, their heads on his shoulders as he begins to carry them upstairs.

"They can sleep in their clothes tonight, right? Or do you need me to change them into pajamas?" He whispers.

"Clothes is fine. I don't want to wake them up."

He nods and disappears down the hallway as I wheel our suitcases into our room. I pull out a velvet box and set it on top of his pillow, sitting cross legged on the bed when he returns into the room.

It takes him a minute to realize there's a gift beside me for him, and he arches a brow when he picks it up. "What's this?" He asks. "You didn't have to get me anything."

I remain silent when he opens it up, and when he realizes what it is I see him blinking away tears. "Baby, are you serious?" He asks, and when I nod he smiles widely, wiping away one of the tears that falls onto his cheek. "How far along?"

"Eight weeks. I was going to tell you sooner, but I know you had a lot on your plate. I didn't want to interfere with anything, but-"

He leans over the bed to kiss me, and then he places kisses all over my neck, grabbing my body to pull me closer to him. We're laughing and smiling like idiots, and I know for a fact that this is a night we will both remember forever.

"You don't ever have to worry about keeping the fact that you're pregnant from me, Mads. That will never be a bad thing to hear. I am ecstatic to become a dad again. Are you kidding? I want to have all the babies with you."

"Me too." I smile.

"God, this has been one of the best days of my life." He says. "We just won the fucking super bowl, and now I'm going to be a dad again? Is this real life?"

He plops down beside me and lets out an exhausted sigh. I can't even imagine how spent he must be. He's been having grueling hours with training and interviews and games for the past five months. Especially with it being heightened from the Super Bowl, I know he's got to be burnt out.

"Kind of crazy that your dream came true today, huh?" I smile and glance over at him. "I am so damn proud of you, baby. This is the biggest accomplishment of your life, and I'm so happy I was there to witness it."

"Biggest accomplishment?" He turns his head to the side, his demeanor completely serious. "You think this was my biggest accomplishment?"

"I mean... it's the Super Bowl..." I trail off. "Is there something else in your career that topped this that I'm not aware of?"

"My biggest accomplishment has nothing to do with my career." He replies honestly, and then he grabs onto my hand. "My biggest accomplishment will always be you. Having this family, growing old with you... that by far outweighs anything my career will ever be able to offer me, and that's not bullshit. It's the complete truth, Mads."

I go to roll my eyes, but he grabs onto my chin for me to look at him. "I'm being serious. After all of the shit we went through, after being on and off again for years, there is no greater privilege to me than to be able to call you my wife. I am so happy, Maddie, and although the super bowl was one of the coolest things to ever happen to me, you and this family that we've created will forever be my biggest accomplishment."

Relaxing back into the pillows beside him, I play with my fingers on top of my stomach with a huge smile on my face.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing," I smile harder. "This is just everything I've ever wanted. I truly can't believe you're my husband, and we've got two beautiful kids, another one on the way... I mean, sometimes I feel like life is better than I could have ever dreamed it. You know?"

"Feeling's mutual, baby." He says and rolls onto his side to stare directly down into my eyes, and I stare longingly up at the beautiful man that is my husband. Those emerald green eyes and the same chiseled jawline, only now there's some stubble there. He closes his eyes as I rub circles around his chin, and eventually he lets out a sigh, resting his head onto my chest, one arm draped across my stomach.

Through the fame, ups and downs, our time apart... one thing has remained the same: we're each other's safe places, and nothing, not even all of the Katie's in the world could ever change that.

Cam and I were made for each other, and as he falls asleep on my chest, he nose nuzzled into the crook of my neck, I close my eyes with the biggest smile on my face.

I'm so glad we found the perfect timing.