Is it in? It’s…. it’s… in??
It’s in.
Goal.
5-3. Game over.
The stadium explodes. Fans jump, scream, throw their arms up. Keith yanks me into a hug before lifting Mia onto his shoulders. Hazel claps, beaming as Liam skates toward Blake, slamming a glove against his helmet in victory.
I glance at Blake, heart pounding. He’s grinning, laughing, triumphant. His teammates surround him, celebrating. But in the middle of it all, he turns…
And finds me.
His gaze lingers. Not just for a second - longer.
My chest tightens.
I should look away.
I don’t.
We meet the players near the tunnel.
Nico and Mia bolt toward Blake, who’s just pulled off his helmet, damp and messy hair. Nico reaches him first, arms flung wide. Blake scoops both kids up effortlessly.
“Daddy, you were sooo cool!” Mia beams, bouncing in his grip.
Nico nods furiously. “You were like - BOOM!” He waves his arms dramatically, mimicking one of Blake’s saves.
Blake chuckles, pressing a kiss to Mia’s hair. “Yeah? You think so?”
“The coolest,” Mia declares, grinning.
Keith claps him on the back. “Hey, buddy. Good game.” He smirks. “I would have hugged you, but I see my god kids have already occupied the space.”
Blake laughs. “Thanks. But we’re not done yet. You know we only qualify if we win four out of seven.”
Keith shrugs. “I’ve got faith. You’ve got this in the bag. After all, we’ve got the best goalie in our corner.”
Blake shakes his head.
A few feet away, Hazel throws herself into Liam’s arms, kissing him soundly. The group groans. “For the love of - get a room.”
Liam just grins against her lips. “Already got one.”
Cute.
I clear my throat, stepping closer. “Congratulations.”
Blake shifts his gaze to me, his expression unreadable for a beat. Then, he smiles and nods. “Thanks.” His voice is rougher, lower.
The air feels heavier all of a sudden.
Keith, ever the lifesaver, slings an arm around my shoulders. “All right, enough of this. We should go for dinner later - on me.”
Blake arches a brow. “On you? That’s new.”
Keith scoffs. “Don’t get used to it.”