Page 102 of A Daddy for Mother's Day

“And what’s that?”

“I’d like to go home and play video games with my son.”

The reporter gives him a solid “Aw!” in response, but she has no idea what this means for Liam.

I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face when Liam looks at me and says, “Did he just call me…”

“Yes, Liam. Brady’s your dad,” I confirm through tears, “and he wants to play video games with you.”

Meanwhile, the reporter is making her closing remarks. “And that was Brady Thomas, quarterback for the…”

“Wait just a minute. I have one more thing to say,” Brady interrupts, grabbing the microphone. “Izzie? Liam? Will you step forward? I have something I want to ask you.”

I hold my breath, grab Liam’s hand, and walk toward the man I love.

“When you first joined the team as our nutritionist, I had no idea just how good for me you’d really be. You’ve taken such good care of me—and of my son—and now, I want to take care of you. Both of you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. All I want is for us to be a family.”

Then, right in front of Liam, our friends, the Rangers, the reporters, and everybody else watching the game, he gets down on one knee and takes my hand. “Isabella Williams, will you marry me?”

I don’t even have to think about it.

“Yes!”

This is like a jumbotron proposal on steroids. The cheerleaders wave their pompoms, the marching band plays, and Brady’s teammates lift the three of us on their shoulders and carry us away to the locker room.

Brady has won Super Bowl, and Liam and I have won his heart.

This time, everybody wins.

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