Hail Mary Baby: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (16 page)

“
T
his is
where it all takes place.” He said to me, arms stretched out wide and eyes closed. It was as if he was living the glory of winning the game right now.

I sat in the front row of the empty bleachers. Alex, luckily, was with an expensive sitter, provided by the Patriots themselves.

“I can’t believe you snuck me in here.” I said.

“I can’t believe you you’re even here. Come here.” He said to me. I got up and walked toward him. “Look.” He pointed up at the giant screen.

“What? The screen? It’s off.” I said to him.

It suddenly turned on. “You never answered me.” He said. The lights also turned on, one by one. Music started to play. It was the song “Brown Eyed Girl.”

When I had turned to look at him, he was on one knee. In his hand was a giant diamond ring, delicately resting in a black box. “Laura.” He smiled. Tears fell from my eyes instantly. I was so shocked. “Ever since I met you, my life has changed for the better. You’ve taught me how to be a better man, shown me how to grow as an individual, and made me realize that love is reality. We’ve had our ups and our downs. You’ve seen the worst of me, while always giving me the very best. And then there’s Alex. Never in my life did I think I would make a good father. But now, after seeing the little guy, I know that my destiny in this life is to be there for both you and him. I just have one small question to ask you. Will you, Laura Alvaroy, be my wife? Will you marry me?”

I clasped my hands around my mouth. I fell to the AstroTurf and wrapped my arms around his muscular body.
Will you marry me?
“God, yes! Of course I’ll marry you. You’re the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” I laughed, even though I was completely choking up on that field.

“Let’s see how it fits.” He said, quietly. I quickly wiped my tears away and extended my hand out. It was a perfect fit.

“I can’t believe it. I’m going to be Mrs. Conway. That makes me the baddest woman in town, right?”

“So I see you’ve read the article already.” He said with a sly smile on his face.

“It was wonderful, darling.” I started to mimic Cindy’s obnoxious voice. “Jenkins will not stand a chance out there.”

“Ha! I can just see his face now. He’s probably ripping his copy to shreds. I can’t wait to face him on the field tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be so great, Liam. You always are.” I said, leaning my face against his warm chest. I then slowly looked up at him. It wasn’t long before he knew what was on my mind.

“You know,” he began saying, “It’s just us in here until practice. Now that you’re my girl…” He gestured to his shorts. An indent was slowly forming around his growing cock.

“It’s been too long.” I said as he pushed my head downward into his lap. I pushed the back of my dress up so that my ass was exposed. “Finger me while I swallow that cock.”

“You’re perfect.” He said to me. “You’re an angel from heaven.” He ran his hands down the middle of my back, across my spine, until he felt my cheeks. He lightly gave them each a slap and they bounced up and down.

I reached inside the legging of his shorts, realizing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock had already grown to an immense size. I slowly ran my fingers over the erect and veiny cock and lightly lapped on his balls with my tongue. Pushing three fingers together, he massaged the folds of my aching pussy, every so often inserting a finger or two inside.

Our sex that morning was adoring, impassioned, and perfect as ever. We hadn’t been together like this in some time and because we were going to get married, it was a reintroduction of sorts. It was like we had just met again.

As he was thrusting himself inside of me, I grabbed onto his hand with mine. My ring was reflecting off the lights of the stadium. Shining in my pupils was the reflection of his strong body, pushing in and out, closer than ever.

I held his hands tight, kissing and licking his fingers as he moved them across my tongue. He was here. He was really here. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing. There was so much push and pull to our relationship that when it finally was fixed, it felt completely surreal and beautiful. I gasped and moaned. He grabbed and groaned. Together, we connected in a way I had never experienced more. By the end of it, we were covered in our own sweat, unable to move. We just sat there, breathing deeply, feeling every ounce of pleasure move through our bodies.

We sat in the middle of the field now, holding each other. “I wonder if any of the players tomorrow will know your cum has fallen on the field.” I joked, running my hands across his chest and perfect abs.

“Oh, God.” He grunted. “That is hilarious. Not only am I going to beat them tomorrow. I’m also going to tackle them where my cum landed.”

I playfully smacked his arm. “Gross!” I exclaimed.

“Hey, you started it.” He said.

Then I realized what time it was. He would have to practice before the big game tomorrow. And tomorrow, he would he have to prove himself, a million times over, that he was still the best football player in the league. I believed in him, no matter how difficult the pressure was for him. I felt my gaze turn serious.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful out there, okay? I don’t want Alex to have to visit his injured dad in the hospital.”

He looked at me with all the love in the world. “I promise you, whatever happens, I’m going to win that game. And right after I do, we’re getting married. And it’s going to be the best damn marriage anyone’s ever laid eyes on. Alex will be the cutest ring bearer in the world.” He said. He kissed my lips and then my cheek. “I’m never leaving your side. No injuries, no nothing.”

T
he Championship game
had finally arrived and Liam “The Shooter” Conway ran onto that field like a fucking cannon. I was about to win this game like a true baller, despite what the odds said about us winning.

Coach Stevens had told us at least four times that the bookies had all their money set against us. In their eyes, Jenkins was the one who was going to bring it on home, not me. Well, I hated to be the one who spoiled the party, but I knew in my gut that I had this in the bag.

But the feeling was bittersweet. When I looked into the crowd, Laura was there with Alex, eating their hot dogs. I wanted to throw the ball onto the grass and run into their arms. I wanted to leave it all behind. Football just didn’t compare to shit. But there was a lot riding on this game. I knew that much at least. I gave Alex a thumbs up as I threw the first touchdown pass.

In the crowd were fans of all sorts. Faces I had never seen before were boo’ing me and telling me I should go to hell, while others were screaming about how they wanted to bear my children. It was a weird thing to experience. All of it, I had learned to tune out. It was here, on this field, where the scouts decided if I was still worthy of playing the sport.

The game, fortunately for the networks, was already close as hell. Jenkins, was bringing his A game to the table. I’d throw a scoring pass, and Jenkins would run out onto that field minutes later and catch one deep inside the end zone. It was fucking ridiculous.

Luckily, our defensive line was getting charged up and ready to go. After a quick pep-talk from the coach, they shouted the team name and ran onto the field, determined to defend our turf. Laura was watching intensely with a worried look on her face.

On the side of the field I looked at my phone. I had hidden it in a towel underneath the bench. I texted Laura: “Don’t worry, baby. I’m about to win this game for you.”

She glanced at me and smiled. Although, I could instantly tell something huge was weighing on her. “What’s wrong?” I texted her.

After a few minutes, I got the text back. “I’m pregnant. Again.” She said.

My jaw dropped.

“Conway! What’re you doing?” I quickly hid the phone in the towel and shot up from the bench. “Get out onto that field!” Coach Stevens screamed at me. I looked out on the field and saw my offensive team waiting for me.

Shit,
I muttered, running out to them. From the other side, Jenkins was shaking his head. He pointed at me and ran his index finger across his neck. Just my luck. I had to deal with women
and
friendship shit during the Championship game.

“Alright. Wishbone formation. This is a running play. I’ll hand it to Randy and the rest of you are his defense. Got it? You guys ready?” The team nodded at me. There were no gimmicks this game. There was only real leadership that worked. We were going to win this the old school way. “Alright. Break!”

I walked to my place, extending my hands outward. I couldn’t stop glancing at Laura. I wanted her to know that I was happier than ever. I wanted to tell her that it’s what I’ve wanted to happen since we got back together in Los Angeles. “Hike!” I screamed. The ball spiraled into my hands and I dropped back and pivoted to the right.

Randy, who was moving like a salamander, stealthily grabbed the ball from my hands and ran seven full yards before being tackled. “Yes!” I hissed, slamming my fist into the air. Only three yards to go before we got a first down. I snuck a glance at Jenkins and began laughing to myself.

He pounded his fists against his helmet with rage.
What a clown
, I thought. I flipped him off and he came barreling onto the field like a ton of bricks.

He pushed his chest onto mine and said, “You want to fucking go, playboy?”

I pushed him off me, flexing my muscles and tightening my fist. If he really wanted to fight me, I was game. But he needed to remember one thing: “We had a pact, brother. Now what do we have?”

“You threw that away when you decided to slow down and throw away your football career for that stupid fucking woman.” He cried out, getting angrier by the second.

“Say it. Say the words. I dare you. She means everything to me. She’s worth more than the game. Shit, the game doesn’t even come close.” I spit.

“Yeah? And what about me? I guess our friendship meant nothing to you?” He ran his hands through his hair as sweat dripped down from his face. Security had rushed onto the field, pulling him off me.

“It’s fine, I’m all good. Let him go. He’ll cool off on the side of the field.” I said to them. “Man, you’re looking crazier and crazier by the second, making up lies like that to me. I should’ve known your ego was bigger than us. I just can’t wait to keep winning out here today and put you in your place.”

For the first time in my life, I walked away from a fight. It just wasn’t worth the hassle. We brought it back in. I said, “Good running, Randy. You’re killing it out there. Let’s keep it short and sweet. All we need right now is three more yards and we get that first down. From there, we’ll play hardball. This is a simple run and gun play, okay? Same as before, only this time I’ll run it in.”

“You?” Charlie interjected. “You sure? They’re playin’ tough out there. What if they sack you and we lose some yards?”

“We’ll be fine.” I said, unable to give him the time of day. As selfish as it was, I was going to be the star of the game. I just found out I was going to be a daddy, again, and I wanted to win this game for him. Or her, rather. “Alright, break.”

As we ran back into the center of the field, Charlie whispered to me, “Stop taunting Jenkins. I know you guys have some shit to take care of between you, but don’t even acknowledge him, man. Let’s win this thing, make some money, and go home.”

“I like where your head’s at man.” I gave him a hug and a pound and fell into formation. “Hike!” I grabbed the ball and attempted to run left. In my sight was a path to victory, an open and narrow road where no defensive lineman currently stood. Three yards was all I needed.

I ran at full speed, only I missed something important. One of the linemen had broken through the barrier to the right. He was blitzing me! “Fuck!” I yelled, only it was far too late. I dropped back, twisting my ankles together, as the lineman shot his head into my ribs. We came crashing down like two heavy weights and I instantly felt something tear. I heard it first, and then the pain radiated through my legs and body.

“No!” I screamed, clutching at my ankle. I must've torn my Achilles’ Heel. I didn't know what else it could be. Laura, of course, came darting out of her seat. She was held back by security, forced to watch as a medic ran onto the field.

“Everything is fine.” I yelled. “Just leave me alone. I'll be good in a few minutes.” I lied.

The medic looked me square in the eye and reasoned with me. “Do you hear what you're saying to me? ‘Cause what I'm hearing is that you don't care if you can walk on that ankle ever again. It's pretty obvious you’ve injured yourself pretty bad.”

“I'll sit for a few plays, but I am
not
letting that team go home with the trophy. Tell the coaches I'm fine and need some rest. If you don't, you'll regret it. And yes, that's a fucking threat.” I muttered through my teeth.

The medic looked around and called it. “Pull him out for a few plays. He just needs to rest it off.” He lied to the coaches. I thanked God he made that call.

Jenkins, however, was now screaming bloody murder on the side of the field. He just couldn't understand the call.

I sat on the side, twiddling my thumbs and feeling anxious. We had become too predictable now. Each play the coach called was met with hard defense and strong determination. By the time I was able to go back in, they had scored two touchdowns on us.

Before I ran back in, I checked my phone. “I'm so grateful for your love.” She texted me. “I'm hoping you're not as injured as it seems. You need to give them all you got out there.” I nodded and made my way onto the field. There was no stopping me.

Despite my urge to be the star of the game, I quickly realized we needed the whole team playing their best. It wasn't about me anymore, it was about the Patriots.

“Fuck it.” I said to myself, picking a set of plays that could take us to the winning side. They were the back-up plays and they hadn't been used all season. I ran them, over and over again like heavy artillery during warfare. They didn’t stand a chance.
Touchdown!
Charlie’s hands wrapped around that pigskin and ducked into the end zone. That was one goal.

Lucky for us, my teammates recognized all that was at stake now. “You ready to play some ball?” I asked them. “That's right!” They screamed at the top of their lungs, “Patriots!” The cheerleaders were going wild and the audience was on the edge of their seats. Our defense held strong and forced them to turnover the ball back to us. With less than fifteen minutes left in the game, we had our work cut out for us.

We had those winning plays in our back pocket though, and as soon as I looked over at Laura, I know we’d win it. “Hut! Hut! Hike!”

I dropped back, knowing this was it, and eyed Charlie. “Come on, man. Take it home.” I whispered. The ball left my hand like a bullet shooting through space. One of the linebackers tried to intercept the ball. It hit his palm and then his fingers, and for a split second I thought he had this. But even though it slowed down in speed and direction, Charlie caught the damn thing, running it into the end zone with seconds to spare. We had won the game. Tonight, Charlie was our man.

“You did it!” People cried out to him. Our team rushed the field and picked him up on their shoulders. The ice water was poured over Coach Stevens’ back. Jenkins fell to the ground, pounding at the grass and crying like a little baby. As for me, I turned away from the team to find someone important to me, Laura.

Cameras flashed all around me, a reporter shoved his microphone in my face, but I swatted it out of the way. I jumped over the guardrail and ran up the bleachers. Fans from all over were running their hands over my pads, screaming for a picture. I ignored them. The game was over and I didn't care to bask in the glory of winning. Not to mention, my ankle was killing me.

I picked up my child and kissed his forehead. “You did it, Daddy!” He cheered. I wrapped my arm around Laura’s waist and gave her the biggest kiss in the world.

The same reporter ran up behind me. He called out, “Liam Conway. You just won another Super Bowl! What do you have to say to your fans?” He asked me.

I turned to him and said, “I couldn't have done it without their support.” The fans loved that kind of shit. “Wait. Scratch that. I couldn't have done it without
her
support.” I corrected myself.

A million more questions flashed my way. Eager fans jumped around me. “That's all for tonight, guys. I have to make love to my fiancé. We’re having another baby!” I screamed, picking both Alex and Laura up and running out of the stadium.

“Don't you have to be with your team?” She asked me as we fell into my car.

“Baby, there's nothing I'd rather do than be with you right now. Let's get out of this city. Let's take a trip.” I said.

“A trip? Liam, you have to go to the after party tonight! There might be drafting scouts there.” She practically screamed.

“Fuck all that.” I said. Alex laughed and Laura gave me a scowl. “I'm serious, baby. Let's get out of here and start a life together. I've got all the money in the world. Let me spend it on my family.”

She shook her head. “Okay. We can take a trip. But you're healing that ankle and playing next season!”

“Fine. Whatever it takes to have your heart.” I said, gazing into her eyes.

She sighed and gave me a longing look. “Oh, Liam. You had me from the beginning. I love you for finding me again.”

That night we stayed up listening to music, cooking good food, and watching movies. We had missed out on so many things that couples do that we had to rush to play catch up. Despite it all, we both felt incredibly lucky. Whatever after parties were happening tonight, I was celebrating getting my family back. It was obvious we were meant for each other.