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twenty-eight
The inside of my cheek is raw from where I keep chewing on it. Tonight’s the night. The last four years have all boiled down to this moment for Clay and Beckett. Tonight, they will find out if the years of hard work, blood, sweat, and tears paid off.
Will they be drafted or won’t they?
I don’t know if Beckett remembers the conversation that we overheard when we were having sex at the Williamson, but I do. I have a gut feeling that Clayton James will be drafted to the Boston Foxes, and while I couldn’t be more excited for my friend, I’m fucking petrified for my husband.
He’s been playing it cool, but we all know he wants this just as bad as Clay. The only question is, will it happen?
Dear fucking God, please don’t let his father fuck this opportunity up for him.
“Dude, I’m fucking nervous, and I’m not even eligible,” Calvin, the team rookie, mutters, making the rest of us laugh.
“Imagine how we feel, kid,” Beckett tells him.
“Your phones are charged, right? Ringers on?” Brett frets.
“Yes, Dad,” Clay quips.
“You only wish your dad was as cool as me,” Brett throws back.
“I mean, if you were my dad, at least you’d be present.” Clay smirks as everyone ohs.
“That’s fucked,” Brett tells him.
“It’s still cool you stayed here, Clay,” Cora tells him.
“As if I would want to be there with those suits instead of surrounded by my family.” He hugs his mom, sitting at his side.
It’s true. They offered to fly him out since he is likely to go in the first round, but he declined. Instead, we have a camera crew waiting to catch his reaction when he gets drafted.
We all turn our attention to the television as the breaking news banner blinks across.
“Breaking news, Chuck. It looks like tonight is even more exciting for Beckett Hayes than we thought,” the reporter says to another.
“Why’s that, Vega?” the reporter asks.
“It’s just been confirmed Beckett Hayes tied the knot with his college girlfriend, Peyton Anderson.” Vega turns toward the camera. “Let us be the first to tell you, congratulations on your marriage.”
My heart pounds so hard in my chest I can hear it in my ears.
Oh. My. God.
This cannot be happening.
This has to be a bad dream.
How in the fuck did they find out?
“Is it true?” Grace asks, cutting through the fog.
I look over at my friend and see the devastation on her face.
I did that. My secrets finally caught up to me and ruined one of the best things in my life. How will she ever trust me again?
Beckett pulls me into his side. “It’s true, although we have been married for a while.”
I look up at my husband and see that he’s smiling proudly.
