He nods. “We should add your enchiladas and flan.”
“To our marriage contract?”
“Absolutely. Food is the basis for a solid marriage.”
“What about more snuggling?”
“I definitely need more snuggling.”
“And slow-dancing on Friday nights?”
“Hell yes. And maybe reading those historical romances out loud. The last time was fun.” He winks.
I remember that night in vivid detail. I read him a spicy passage, and the second I put down the book, we mauled each other.
I beam. “We might need a bigger napkin this time.”
He kisses my forehead. “Grab a big-ass piece of paper. I have ideas.” Then he turns to our friends and families, holds up my hand, and yells, “I’m king of the world! Roxy Santos said she’ll marry me!”
They cheer and clap and hoot.
Laughing, I shake my head. “What about your Hail Mary today and your game-winning throw? Might that have contributed to your king of the world status?”
Leaning down, he whispers, “That’s just icing on the cake, biscuit. You’re the real prize, and everyone here knows it.”
That night, after we get the baby to bed, and we’re intertwined, sweaty and naked, I sigh happily as I graze my nails along his forearm that’s wrapped around my belly. “How will you know which agent to choose?”
Three top agents contacted him today, wanting to represent him at the draft.
“I hope to meet with each one over the holidays, but I need to get some input from your dad first.”
“Smart.”
Billy whispers, “Let’s not talk about Coach while I have an erection.”
I snicker and reach back to scratch his head. “Another one?”
“Earlier was just an appetizer, biscuit.”
“What’s the main course?”
He nibbles my neck. “You.”
I giggle. And then a thought hits me. “How would you have proposed if Douggie hadn’t gotten sick?”
“I paid that kid a hundred bucks to sideline his ass today.”
Gasping, I turn around. “What?”
“I had no idea if your prof would let you cover the game in his place, but I was hoping.”
“That’s kinda crazy.” I think about our “big ballers and bigger nuts” t-shirts and laugh. “And totally us.”
He kisses my nose. “Thought so.”
Sinking into his embrace, I sigh happily. “By the way, I finished that historical romance, the one about a rakish duke and the daughter of his archnemesis.”
“What happened at the end?”
