by Nicole Casey
When it was all done, however, it was time to get back into the game. Even with the rest, we were all very tired. We had a big lead ahead of our opponents but at the cost of three injuries and multiple replacements on the field, particularly for our defensive lineup. We had to maintain our lead or help it grow otherwise the opposing team could take advantage of our weakened state and turn the table around. We might lose this game if I didn’t think of something fast.
As soon as the whistle blew and the first play launched into action we knew we were in trouble. We lost several yards despite having the ball. We got pushed back a good thirty yards and in one more round, we’d lose possession.
I looked around, hoping I could think of something radical that way we could gain the advantage. That was when I saw the close-up video of the crowd on the big plasma screen.
There were Emilia and Jeremy, seated up there, cheering me on.
What the heck were they doing all the way here in London? Since when did they get here? My mind was so muddled with so many questions but none of them really mattered. What did matter was the fact that they were here.
That could only mean that Emilia was willing to talk to me about Jeremy. She was so adamant last time about me taking responsibility. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. The sudden shift in my life and career was scary, to say the least.
Smack!
“What the fuck?” I cursed as I turned to see my teammate had thrown the football at me.
“Dude, you were spacing out,” he told me as he ran up to his position. “Focus, man, you’re the one who’s got to think of a way to win.”
I shook my head, hoping to shake off the dizziness, and then clapped my hands to get a plan going. I huddled my teammates and told them, “Look. We need to get one more touchdown to seal the deal here. We’ve got the lead but they can take over if we don’t push our lead a little further.”
“Yeah, but they’ve shifted their team to really bolster their defense,” my running back, Rory, answered. “It’s not going to be easy to find an opening and pass me the ball. Even if you do, I don’t think I can get very far with the tacklers they have in place.”
I nodded in agreement, “I know, that’s why we’re going to do something very different. We’re going to do a false run.”
My teammates looked at me with expressions of confusion. They knew what I meant but they didn’t see how it would work in our favor.
“We’re not going to do a one-turn false pass,” I elaborated. “We’re going to do it twice.”
Everyone in the huddle voiced out their concerns simultaneously.
“We can’t do that,” my running back said. “One pass is already hard enough to get through, how much more to do two?”
“Trust me,” I said. I then pointed to my left flank runner, “I’ll pretend to pass the ball to you but then make a dash at the last second. I’ll then pass it to Rory and he’ll pass it to you once you’re clear. Make a run for it and just pass the ball back to me the moment you’re close to the field goal.”
Rory still didn’t seem to like that idea, “That’s too risky, man. When did you ever see a play like that? There’s a reason a quarterback only passes the ball once or runs with it.”
“I know, dude,” I shot back. “Just trust me on this. They push out all their effort on the first tackle but they don’t have anyone leaning back. We can zigzag around that opening once we get the ball behind them.”
“Well, here’s hoping, dude,” Rory relented and we all clasped hands for one last play.
It was a good thing they all trusted me on this, no matter how ridiculous the idea was. I then turned my attention to the big screen – the cameras weren’t focused on Emilia and Jeremy anymore. I looked at the crowd but I didn’t have an idea where they were.
“Well, this one is for you… son,” I whispered as I got ready and positioned myself on the field.
In an instant, the world shifted. Everything seemed quiet as my mind cleared out all the noise and I focused solely on the task at hand. Then the whistle blew and I dashed back, preparing to throw the ball at my left flank runner.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a tackler rushing towards me. He was going to try and stop me dead in my tracks but I quickly twirled and made a mad dash to the left, defying all of their expectations – they thought I was going to throw.
Instead, I made a dash a good twenty yards and then passed the ball all the way to the right to Rory. He caught it with only one tackler trying to jump in and intercept the ball. Rory landed, dashed and was met with two opponents. He barreled through them and at the very last moment he tossed the ball back to our left flank runner.
We scored a touchdown. The crowd went wild. With the next kick we were now way ahead of our opponent. Even if we were to cut some slack now to recuperate from the replacements and injuries we would still win the game.
Even the opposing team knew. They did their best but even then we wouldn’t just let them take over. We focused entirely now on our defense and they couldn’t even score a single touchdown after. The remaining twenty-five minutes of the game was a sore sight for them to go through.
By the time everything was over we still had a big lead.
“Hey, I bet you’re going to be named MVP of the game,” Rory told me as soon as we hit the benches to relax.
I shrugged, “If I do, can you do me the honors and get the certificate and trophy for me? I got somewhere I need to be, man.”
He looked back at me with confusion, “Dude, we just won the best exhibition match in a century and you’re going to leave early?”
“My son is here,” I told him. “Hey, I promise man, I’ll make it up to you in the next season. We’re teammates if the trade-off goes out well.”
Rory nodded, “My contract with my team ends so yeah, I’ll likely move to your team. Well, I’ll see you on the flight home – unless you’re going to go with your kid. It was a good game, man. I’ll be seeing you.”
I did have to make a longer excuse with my coach and the agents. The team president of Team USA had a long talk about me leaving Europe on my own. I didn’t tell them yet about Jeremy and Emilia but I assumed our talk would be even longer than this one. Boy was I in for a lot of heat.
I didn’t really care though. I ran out of that stadium as fast as I could and started going through the crowd, hoping I could spot Emilia and Jeremy. Thousands of people flooded out of the stadium now that the game was over but many more remained to watch the celebrations and other festivities.
“Hey,” a familiar voice then called out from behind.
I turned around and saw them both looking at me. They were just ten feet away, standing next to a popcorn stall.
“H-how’d you two find me?” I asked blankly.
“We saw you leave the stadium on the big screen,” Emilia answered.
“You were so good!” Jeremy then exclaimed and the sound of his praise made me smile.
I picked him up, held him close to me and then turned to Emilia, “Emie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything – for acting like a dick, for not realizing what you guys mean to me… I’m sorry!”
She cupped my face and gave me a warm, sweet kiss on the lips, “Damon, I love you.”
“I love you,” I told her back.
“Ew, you guys are disgusting,” Jeremy cut in and he stuck his tongue out jokingly. We all laughed and I rubbed my nose against his chest.
“Hey, how ‘bout we all go back to the hotel? Let me introduce you to all my teammates and get some autographs,” I suggested.
Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What’s an autograph?”
“It’s when famous people sign something for you,” I answered. “You can then show it to all your friends as proof that you met that someone.”
“Wow,” Jeremy exclaimed with his eyes wide. “That’s so cool! Come on, mom, let’s go with him and get some autographs!”
I looked at Emilia and she simply smiled back at me and nodded. With Jer
emy up in my arm I took Emilia by the hand and we strode back into the building. As we walked in almost everyone we passed by looked at us and the paparazzi didn’t waste time taking photos and asking if Emilia was my wife and if Jeremy was my son. I didn’t care to answer any of the questions and simply said “all will be revealed in due time.”
Of course, Emilia tried to dodge the media as well and Jeremy was just enamored at all the attention we were getting. It took a while until we got back in the safety of my team’s private rooms and there I got to introduce Emilia to my agent, Johnson.
When Johnson learned about my history with her and how Jeremy was, indeed, my son he completely accepted it. I expected him to lose his mind but Johnson told me that we could turn this into a positive story for the media.
“Today’s most popular NFL star reunites with kid and old flame,” Johnson said. “It’s the perfect story to celebrate your triumph here.”
That was also when Jeremy himself found out. I was worried he wouldn’t understand but the kid was so smart he immediately started jumping up and down in joy.
“Does this mean I can call you daddy now?” Jeremy asked me. He then turned to Emilia.
“Of course, sweetie,” Emilia answered and she gave me a hug. “I did tell you before your dad’s a big star.”
Jeremy’s face immediately lit up and I gave him the biggest hug I ever did since I met him. Even though we hadn’t spent years together I didn’t feel one bit awkward about it and in fact, it made me feel like a true father.
“Ready to be a father?” Emilia asked me, just as Jeremy started running to the other football players to get their autographs on his shirt and hat.
I took her by the hand, pulled her in close and gave her a short but passionate kiss on the lips. When our lips did part I answered, “I’m more than ready but only if you become my wife.”
Emilia smiled and she gave a kiss back, “I do. Damn it, Damon, I’ve only been waiting for you to ask me that question for five years, of course I’m going to fucking say yes.”
“I love it when you say ‘fuck’ like that,” I whispered into her ear. “It turns me on.”
She winked back at me and told me, “Oh, baby, just wait for what I got in store for you back home.”
I felt my blood rush and my cock harden. I was excited. I was in love. I had everything right here – victory in my career, the girl of my dreams and a family I could call my own. Life was actually working out for me.
12
Emilia
When we finally flew home it was as a family. I had never seen Jeremy stick to someone other than myself the way he did with Damon. That was a good sign – he was already getting attached to his real father and that was important.
Announcing our relationship and Damon’s paternity to my son did become a big deal. Jackson and Amy were excited and happy about it, our friends at Mercury Wild and everyone at Damon’s NFL team were happy about it but the media and the public were not. It took a few days to twist the story in a positive light but just as Johnson said, everyone would look at it as a redemption story and a reunion story and that became the centerpiece of making this look positive for the public.
It was a week and a half before everything settled down a bit and things became “normal.” Jeremy and I moved out of our small home. Jackson invited me to live with him and Amy but I preferred to stay with Damon. He did offer his condominium but promised that now he was earning billions more with his new contracts and endorsements we might be moving again into a full-blown manor.
A few days prior to Jackson and Amy’s wedding I had them pick up Jeremy to go out camping. While I would have loved to go with them I decided to stay home and spend one more day with Damon – he was off to begin training for the next NFL season and I wanted to be there before he left.
So there I was, in the kitchen making pancakes, when Damon came walking in with nothing but his boxers on. That sight quickly turned me on and I turned around to greet him with a kiss. It was tempting to remove my shirt and shorts but I held back, hoping he’d be the one to initiate some fun.
“Mmm, you’re extra delicious today, handsome,” I told him after we kissed. He wrapped me in his embrace and I giggled with glee. It was just all a dream-come-true to be here.
He laughed and caressed my face with the back of his hand, “Not as delicious as you are. Where’s Jeremy?”
“Oh, Jackson and Amy took him out camping,” I answered and I playfully leaned in to nip at his lips. I licked him too and he responded with a nibble on my neck that made me coo and moan.
“That’s too sad, I’m leaving tomorrow,” he pointed out. “It would’ve been nice to spend some time with him before I go for training camp.”
I smirked and he knew exactly what I intended. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the day and the night that followed fucking like rabbits. I was addicted to him and he was to me. For the first time in my life, I had everything I ever wanted and it was right here in our home: our kid, the man of my dreams and we both had the careers we desired. Damon being a popular sports athlete and billionaire was just an add-on bonus, the icing on the cake.
By the next morning he had to go and fortunately for us, both Jackson and Amy arrived to bring Jeremy back home. He got to bid his father goodbye just in time. We watched as Damon drove off along with the rest of his management team as they made way to the NFL training center.
“Make sure you kiss your father goodbye,” I told Jeremy that morning.
It was heart-warming to see my son run up to Damon and give him a big hug and kiss. Damon looked back at me as they hugged and winked.
“You take good care of your mom, okay?” Damon asked Jeremy as he rustled the latter’s hair. “You’re the man in the house while I’m gone.”
Jeremy nodded and gave a thumbs-up, “I got it, dad! Good luck with your games! We’ll always watch!”
Hearing Jeremy call Damon his dad made me smile. I thought this day would never come. For years Jeremy only knew that his father was famous – I never told him his dad was an NFL star – but now that he knew who he was it just felt like a natural fit.
After they said their goodbyes Damon came over to me and gave me one last kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ll be back, don’t worry. I’m never going to leave you out in the dust ever again.”
“I know,” I answered as I rubbed my face against his neck. “I love you too. Have fun out there.”
After one last hug, he departed. This time however, he left with us knowing that he would come back. He left with the promise that we’d all be together when the NFL season was over. After five years, everything had come together and it wouldn’t have been possible if he didn’t stand in front of me at the food table during that one graduation night. It was funny how things changed and how they all worked out in the end.
Epilogue
Damon
Five years ago I was just another idiot trying to make my name by being the brightest in school and the best on the football field. I didn’t want to leech off the millions of dollars that my parents earned – I wanted to earn my own legacy.
All of that could have ended early due to a dumb idea I had during my graduation night – I got drunk and had a one-night stand with my best friend’s sister. I didn’t think much about that night afterwards and moved on with my life.
I became the best rookie in the NFL and it didn’t take long for me to become a billionaire in my own right. However, ever-so-slowly the memories of my night with Emilia crept on me and before long I kept on reminiscing of the time I had with her.
What I wasn’t aware of was that she was reminded of me every single day because she bore my son. Our one night together bore fruit and she raised Jeremy to the best of her capabilities even though she was a busy businesswoman in Europe.
Jackson and Amy’s engagement and subsequent wedding was what brought us back together. I got to meet her again, get to know her – truly, this time – a
nd now I had my son as well. It was all a dream come true.
Ever since we all moved in I began my NFL training for my sixth year in the league, taking a vacation only once to attend Jackson and Amy’s wedding. During the reception I proposed to Emilia and she gladly accepted. It was one of the main highlights of the night… well, at least for me.
We didn’t have the wedding immediately, however. I had to push it back a few months until after the NFL season. The season was one of my bests although this time we didn’t win the Super Bowl. Despite that the media and the public still labeled me as one of the best players of the year and this was cemented when I got the MVP award yet again.
Still, it was a triumph for me and for Emilia. We eventually did get married and we had our reception at one of her newer hotel branches – which was luckily so close to Mercury Wild. Now Trevor’s place had more customers coming in and Emilia’s hotel and more rich and famous patrons as well.
Our wedding wasn’t grandiose but it was what we wanted. It was intimate, it was romantic and it was just us with our close family and friends. Trevor and Jasmine Wild even sponsored our reception party.
Jeremy was now legitimately my son. He now bore my name and we had a DNA testing done too to further legitimize his claim. The little kid was excited about it instead of getting scared about having his blood drawn. It was genuinely adorable to witness.
My life had finally found meaning. I had the girl I always wanted, the son I needed to catch up with and the career that was shining as brightly as ever.
Holding Emilia in my arms, this was what I lived for. I loved her and she loved me too.
- The End -
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