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“And Seattle wins the Super Bowl!”
God, I’m so fucking proud of him! I’m sitting in the green room of the Today Show, watching Matt Lauer ask my fiancée, and Super Bowl MVP, Will Montgomery a slew of questions on the monitors.
How Will can even find the words to speak at this point is beyond me. I’m ready to drop.
As soon as the game ended, the frenzy began. Interviews, parties, more interviews. The family is all here from Seattle, but they long ago cried uncle and went back to the hotel to sleep.
“Are you exhausted?” an intern asks as she stocks the green room tables with more pastries and juice.
“Yes,” I reply with a grin.
“You followed him all night?”
“Yep.” I watch my man laugh with Matt Lauer and feel my stomach clench. Dear Jesus, he’s hot.
“This season has been one for the record books,” Matt says and glances down at his blue question card. “This was a 13-3 season for you guys, not to mention the first Super Bowl win for your city. What was different about this season?”
“It’s honestly the combination of these players, this coaching staff at this time. Our team works hard, and the coaches push us relentlessly.”
“And so what’s next? Where will you go from here?”
“Well, for the long term, I’ll stay in Seattle for as long as they’ll have me. That’s my home town and my family is there,” Will replies and then a slow smile spreads across that mouth of his as he leans his elbows on the directors chair he’s sitting in. “For the short term, I’m looking forward to taking my fiancée somewhere warm on vacation and celebrating with her.”
“That’s right, you recently became engaged. How does she feel about all of this?”
I bite my lip and hold my breath as Will processes the question.
“Meg is my rock. She keeps my ego in check and grounds me.” He grins again and I can see all the wicked thoughts floating through his head, but he just shrugs and says, “She’s the best.”
“Well congratulations on both the win and your engagement. Thanks for being with us today.” They shake hands and Matt’s face turns to the camera. “We’ll be back in just a moment.”
The camera cuts and just a few moments later, Will marches into the green room, pulls me to my feet and tugs me into his arms. The intern quietly leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
“Can we go back to the hotel now?” I ask as he plants a kiss to the top of my head.
“Yes, that was the end of it.” He leans back and tips my chin up. “You could have gone back hours ago. You didn’t have to stick for the dog and pony show.”
“This is part of it.” I shrug. “Besides, I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“That’s about to change.”
His agent walks through the door, also having been up all night, consulting his iPad.
“Okay, Will, up next…”
“Fuck that,” Will growls and tucks me next to his side as he faces the man who works tirelessly for him. “I’m done. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and I played my ass off yesterday. We are going back to the hotel.”
“I just have one more...”
“Tell them I can’t do it,” Will replies. “We’re exhausted, Bob.”
Bob nods and then smiles, shakes Will’s hand vigorously. “I’m proud of you. You played a helluva game, son.”
“Thank you.” Will takes my hand and leads me through the Today Show offices, nodding and stopping to sign autographs along the way, until at last we’re tucked into the limo and heading back to our Manhattan hotel room.
Will sighs, scrubs his hands over his face and leans his head back on the seat. The ride to the hotel is short and quiet. The adrenaline from the big win has worn off, and my man is back.
We move quickly into the elevator, avoiding fans and more paparazzi, and when we’re in our hotel suite, we both deflate, staring at each other in exhaustion.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
His voice is rough as he walks toward me.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Will.” I swallow and blink back tears that I blame on all the excitement and fatigue. “I never doubted that you’d win. You are so good at what you do.”
He stops a few feet away, watching me quietly, his face sober.
“I love that you love it,” I continue. “I’ll never get tired of watching you play. I’ll never get used to watching you get squished…”
“Tackled,” he interrupts with a smile.
“But seriously, babe.” I close the gap between us and glide my hands up his sculpted chest and into his messy hair. “You were damn amazing yesterday.”
“Thank you,” he whispers and leans his forehead against my own. “Thank you for getting it. And for being patient with me when I put in so many hours training.”
“This is your job, but it’s so much more than that for you.”
He cups my face in his large hands and kisses me long and slow before pulling back and gazing into my eyes.
“I love you so much, Megan.”
“I love you too, football star.”
“I need a shower, food, and to bury myself deep inside you for as long as possible.”
“Well, I can call down to room service, then we can knock two of those things out in the shower,” I wink up at him, making him laugh. “And then room service should be here.”
“I do love the way you think,” he murmurs. “I’ll start the shower, you make the call.”
“Deal.” I move to back away but he holds me firmly in his arms, rooted to the floor. “Uh, Will, I can’t call from here.”
“I just need one more minute.” I rest my cheek on his chest as he wraps me tightly in his arms, gently rocking me back and forth. “That moment yesterday, when I knew we’d win. When I looked in the guys’ eyes and saw it, knew in my gut that we wouldn’t lose, was one of the most incredible moments in my life.”
His voice is rough as his arms tighten around me. He presses a kiss to my hair and breathes me in.
“But Meg, this, what I have with you, is the best part of my life. It’s better than any win.” He kisses my head again and I feel tears spill down my cheeks. “You are my greatest joy, sweetheart. Thank you for staying with me all night through the craziness. I wasn’t lying when I told Matt you are my anchor.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just hang on to my amazing man and hug him close. After another long minute, Will’s stomach growls, making us both laugh.
“I’d better call in that food order,” I whisper and pull back. When I look up at him, I’m surprised to see tears in his own eyes. He brushes the wetness from my cheeks with his thumbs and presses his lips to mine.
“Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you back, babe.”