Page 22 of Remember Me

“That’s what you think. The minute they sniff out that you’re supporting the Crossbills, there will be trouble.”

Her brows crossed. “I’m backing the Crossbills?”

“Yes. DevinandTanner play on that team. Why wouldn’t you?”

She shrugged. “Because they didn’t offer Bryce the contract he wanted.

Right. How could I forget? A couple of years ago, her brother had been gunning for a $45 million deal, and they lowballed him with a measly forty. I wish those were the kinds of problems keeping me up at night.

“Besides,” she added, “I’ve never seen Drew McCallister play in real life, and I’m excited to watch him dominate like always. The way he’s playing, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sticks around another fifteen years.”

I glanced over. Her face was lit up, eyes wide with admiration. I’d only ever seen her look like that one other time. When she was flat on her back, clutching the sheets after I used her vibrator on her.

“Aha. So there it is,” I teased. “It’s not about football. You’re into the green eyes and that carved-from-stone jawline. Or maybe you’ve got a thing for the seasoned vet. I get it—total daddy vibes.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Please. The only green eyes I ever want to get lost in are yours.”

“I know, B. I’m just joking with you.” I quickly looked at her before focusing on the traffic-riddled street. She was still biting her bottom lip, trying to hide the worry in her face. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hide anything from me. It was a consequence from watching her all those years when we were ‘just friends.’ Sometimes, I felt like I knew her better than she knew herself. “If fans seeing you there isn’t worrying you, then what’s wrong?”

She looked down, rubbing her belly and offered me a small smile. “I don’t know. I think maybe I’m just a little nervous about seeing everyone.”

“Why? You saw Reign last month, you talk to Hayden almost daily and Thea’s always messaging you.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a lot has happened since I’ve seen their faces, and I don’t know how I’m going to keep this thing under wraps.”

I rested my hand over the one on her stomach and looked at her proudly. “You’re right. A lot has happened. The best thing besides marrying you in Vegas happened.” She gave me a knowing smile. Pregnant with my child. After so many years of trying, we were finally going to be parents, and I couldn’t wait to see Britt as a mom. She’d flourish in the role, just like she did everything. “We could tell everyone tonight if you wanted?”

She batted my hand off hers and pointed toward the street. The light had turned green, and it was only a matter of seconds before someone laid on their horn. Not that it would help—we weren’t going anywhere fast. Super Bowl traffic was even worse than usual, which was saying something. Honestly, we could probably walk to the stadium quicker than this.

“No. It’s too early and we haven’t told our family. Besides, it’s Tanner and Devin’s night. I’m not going to ruin it by making it about me.”

“Ruin it? How could our baby girl ruin anything? It’s not like people aren’t expecting it. We’ve been married for five years now, trying for three.”

She looked over at me with her chin dipped. “Married still feels pretty strong since neither one of us can remember it.”

I shrugged, still rolling the car along the way the parking lot. “I remember it. It’s banked with all of the best decisions of my life. It’s right up there with the day I saw you across the fire freshman year and just had to talk to you. It didn’t matter that Olana had wheedled her way into my life. The only girl I saw after that was you.”

She dropped her head to the floor, and I immediately regretted bringing up my ex. Thing is, in my brain, Britt and Olana don’t even orbit the same solar system. Britt’s the whole damn galaxy—funny, sharp, completely out of my league. And yet somehow, despite being the hottest woman I’ve ever touched without needing a signed permission slip, she still gets weird about Olana. Which is ironic, because back in college, I only dated Olana because I genuinely believed I’d never land a bombshell like Britt. And now here I am, eating my words. And apparently, my foot.

As we rolled to another stop, I slipped my hand over hers. “We may have agreed to put the wedding plans on hold while we focus on IVF, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten. You’re still getting the full fairy-tale—dress, aisle, brothers ugly-crying in the front row. I want to give you everything, always.”

She smirked and pointed to her belly. “Well, unless we rush it, it’ll be a shotgun wedding. And I don’t think I can waddle down the aisle in heels.”

“That’s not what I was thinking,” I said, shifting gears—literally and emotionally. She turned her head, brow lifted, waiting for more. As we reached the gates, I grabbed the VIP parking pass from the console and tossed it onto the dash for scanning.

“Oh, and what were you thinking, Mr. Mathieson?” she asked, teasingly.

“Well,Mrs.Mathieson,” I said, matching her tone, “I was thinking we wait until after she’s born. Then, we do a vow renewal. Something special. Something she can be part of.”

“As what? A flower girl? She’d have to be walking for that. When on earth are you planning this for?”

“August 28thwhen she’s three-years-old,” I said without losing a beat because I’d done the math months ago.

“That’s oddly specific.”

The gatekeeper saw my pass and directed me to the right when all the other cars were going left. It was nice that Tanner and Devin had decided to get a family box together and invite us all to be there. Super bowl tickets aren’t cheap, and I was almost certain they had to drop a million each to get it, but I wasn’t complaining.

“August 28this our ten-year anniversary.” I rolled my Land Rover into a parking space, and although it was nice, it couldn’t compete with the Lamborghinis and the McClaren’s parked close by. I didn’t care. We didn’t need to be flashy about our wealth because the most important things we had were each other.

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