Aiden's face remained perfectly neutral as he adjusted his cuffs. “Had to make a call. Very important business. You wouldn't understand, Mathieson.”
“A call,” Adam repeated, not even trying to hide his disbelief. “In the bathroom. For twenty minutes.”
Alyssa's cheeks flushed pink as she smoothed down her dress. “We were, um, having an argument about the layout of one of our new projects.”
“Oh, I bet you were,” I laughed.
Before Aiden could respond with what would undoubtedly be an even more ridiculous excuse, the suite door burst open again. A small hurricane of children came barreling in, followed by an exhausted-looking Reign, Chloe, and Devin's mom.
“Uncle Matty!” Delaney’s voice rang out as she spotted me. She sprinted across the suite and launched herself at me with the confidence of a child who knew she'd always be caught.
I scooped her up, spinning her around. “There's my joint-favorite niece! Look at you. Did you grow a foot since Christmas?”
She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Only like two inches. Daddy measured us last week.”
I set her down as the rest of the Walker brood swarmed around us. Jace and Kyle were already racing around the suite, while Georgia tugged at Adam's sleeve, demanding to know where Autumn was. Cole hung back a bit, trying to look cool even though I could tell he was bursting with excitement.
“Sorry about the chaos,” Reign said, looking like she hadn't slept in days but somehow still radiant. “They've been eating sugar since dawn. We’ll take them out to visit the mascots once the crowds have died down in the family area soon.”
“I told you those donuts were a mistake,” Chloe added, dropping into the nearest chair.
I laughed, watching as the kids explored every inch of the suite. “Nah, they're perfect. It wouldn't be a real reunion without the Walker tornado.”
Britt returned with Hayden, both of them holding drinks. I noticed Britt had what looked like sparkling water, though she'd positioned it casually in a champagne flute. Smart move.
“Alright, everyone grab a seat!” Reign called out, somehow managing to corral five energetic children toward the front row of seats. “The teams will be coming out for warmups soon.”
As we settled in, I wrapped my arm around Britt's shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up at me, eyes dancing with a question.
“Hayden suspect anything?” I whispered.
She shook her head. “No one knows. Our secret's still safe.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips. “Good. I want to wait until we're past the first trimester. After everything we've been through...”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. “I love you, you know that?”
“I know,” she murmured. “I love you too.”
On the field below, the first players were emerging for warmups. The crowd roared as Devin jogged out, and our entire suite erupted in cheers. Delaney and Georgia pressed their faces against the glass, waving frantically even though there was no way he could see them from this distance.
“There he is,” Britt said, her voice soft with affection. “Our friend the superstar.”
I thought about how far we'd all come from those days at Covey U. The unexpected twists and turns that led us here, to this moment. Devin about to play in the Super Bowl. Tanner right alongside him. Thea building her media empire. Adam finding his purpose beyond the field. Aiden still being Aiden, apparently.
And us. Me and Britt. Married, successful, and now, finally, starting the family we'd dreamed of.
“You know what's funny?” I said, watching as more players filtered onto the field. “When we all met, I never would have predicted any of this. Not in a million years.”
Britt looked up at me, her eyes soft. “What would you have predicted?”
I thought for a moment. “Honestly? I just wanted to date the pretty girl I met at the bonfire. Everything else was a bonus.”
She laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad we're here. All of us. Together.”
“Me too, B,” I said, pulling her closer as the stadium lights dimmed for the pre-game show. “Me too.”
Chapter Seven