Page 164 of Pucking Matt
“Okay,” I relent, unable to suppress my smile. He knows I can't resist a challenge, and after all this effort, how can I not play along? His grin is infectious as I step forward.
“You wanna play? I can play.” I raise my hands, moving towards him. I tap his gloves first, and he playfully swats my hands away.
Matt starts bouncing around, throwing punches at the air like he's Rocky warming up.
“Are we going to do this for real?” I ask, throwing a mock punch that intentionally misses him.
The energy in the room is electric, a mix of excitement and absurdity. I can't believe I'm about to box my boyfriend in front of his entire team, but here we are. I’m smiling, ear to ear. I will never forget this moment.
The announcer's voice cuts through the chaos. “Oh, we forgot the best part!”
Suddenly, the team's hauling out a stepping stool. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have the iconic stairs scene reenactment.”
I can't resist playfully tapping Matt's cheek with my glove.
“You're going to regret that,” he warns, but I'm already moving. I rush him, and we tumble to the ground. He ends up on top, and I'm pretty sure he engineered that fall to the ground. Sneaky.
I wiggle out from under him – he's definitely going easy on me – and manage to straddle him.
“Don't look, ladies and gentlemen. Things are getting heated between the couple,” the announcer quips.
“What is this?” I whisper, confused but intrigued.
Matt's reply is low and teasing. “Be a good girl and play along.”
He twists, and suddenly we're grappling, my head between his legs.
“It looks like she is confirming the four inches. It looks like their firstborn might be a girl!” The announcer's really getting into it now.
“Dude, what?” someone in the crowd asks.
“Small dicks give girls. It takes longer for the sperm to travel up the canal,” comes the ridiculous reply.
“Tap out,” Matt demands as I swing my legs around his face.
“Things are getting spicy!”
“Tap out,” Matt repeats, tightening his grip. I finally relent and tap out.
Matt helps me up, then gestures to the stool. “Sit on there,” he instructs.
I perch on the stepping stool, watching Matt's abs flex as he catches his breath. He's hovering over me, still in character.
“Cut!” Matt calls out suddenly. “Lights.”
I'm breathless, sweaty, and thoroughly confused, but I can't deny the electric tension between us. Whatever Matt's planning, I'm all in.
The lights flicker on, and suddenly Grey's there, handing Matt a small box. My heart starts pounding so hard I swear everyone can hear it. Matt drops to one knee, and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. This can't be happening. Not here, not now, not like this. There’s no fucking way he’s asking me to marry him without me having any idea.
Matt looks up at me, his eyes so full of love it almost hurts. “I love you, baby. Will you marry me?”
I cover my mouth, overwhelmed. My eyes dart around, taking in all the smiling faces. My stomach's in knots, a mix of excitement and sheer panic. My first instinct is to scream 'yes' at the top of my lungs, but another part – the part that always wants to keep Matt on his toes – takes over. I notice the team's smiles fade. The silence that falls is almost comical.
“You think I wanna–” I start, but my hand flies to my mouth. My mind's racing, torn between our usual banter and the overwhelming reality of this moment. “You think?”
Matt's eyes are locked on mine, seeing right through me. He knows me too well. The air in the locker room feels electric, charged with anticipation. I can hear a few of the guys shifting nervously, their excitement turning to confusion.
“Baby,” Matt warns.
