Page 50 of Love's Instant Replay
I didn’t realize my feet were moving until hearing Tracy’s voice behind me, but I’m unable to stop because Kaeden hasn’tgotten up. Only a miracle has prevented Kaeden from seeing me up to this point in the game. Although without his knowledge of my attendance, Kaeden hasn’t once paid attention to the onlookers in the stands. I could audition for special teams with how fast I shake the people trying to stop me from running onto the field. Yet I have tunnel vision and need to make sure that Kaeden is okay. The ball cap covering my head, the number twenty-one jersey, jeans, and tennis shoes give me the ability to move with ease. I’m glad I didn’t wear the jersey-style dress Tracy wanted me to put on for today.
“Whoa! Who is this woman sprinting onto the field running toward Evans?” I hear echoing around the stadium, but Kaeden is my only focus.
“Ma’am. You can’t be out here. Get the f?—”
“Hold on, Dalvin. This is Kaeden’s woman.”
My vision is blurry from the water rapidly falling from my eyes, but I can somewhat make out Rickey shoving someone out of my way.
“Ka—baby, please.” I cry, dropping to my knees beside Kaeden, whose eyes are slowly blinking like he’s coming to.
“D-damn, dreams do come true. Did you miss me, Ms. Ky?”
“Ma’am, please let us get in so we can assess him,” a masculine voice says like a plea, causing me to scoot back to allow the team physicians to get closer. “How many fingers am I holding up, Evans?”
“Who cares? Where’s my Ky?” Kaeden says in a groggy and lazy tone.
“Let’s get him off the field and to the locker room,” one of the team’s personnel says as I bite my lip upon seeing a cart moving toward us.
“Where the f?—”
“Calm down, Evans. She’s not far. We’ll make sure she rides with you,” another member of the team tells Kaeden.
When the cart is next to Kaeden, I bite my lip hard, seeing the effort it takes for them to load him up without too much movement. My brain is on overload, and my eyes release the turmoil within me as I quickly wipe my face.
“Come on, mama. This nigga ain’t gonna let them leave this field without you,” Rickey says, taking my hand and helping me onto the cart.
Before looking at Kaeden, my eyes roam around the stadium that is eerily quiet, causing a chill to slide down my spine. Columbus Bobcats’ players and the opposing team’s players are kneeling with their eyes, watching the cart as it slowly leaves the field.
“Ms. Ky?” Kaeden’s low voice forces me to discontinue spectating as I ease closer to him.
“I’m here.”
“Good. Give me a kiss.”
“I-I?—”
“Shut that shit up and kiss me, my baby.”
Needing no other urging, I lean down and connect our lips as my heart skips a beat, and electricity zaps me upon feeling the familiarity of Kaeden’s soft lips. Thunderous applause and shouting happen in the stadium as the announcer’s voice hits my ears.
“Well, I guess if Evans is engaging in PDA, that means he’s awake and should be good.”
“You scared the hell out of me, Kaeden.”
The team doctor and other personnel have checked Kaeden over, and although they believe he’s fine, they aren’t allowinghim to return to the game. Clearance or not, my pulse and heart rate are still racing as I sit beside the cot Kaeden is lying on.
“Had I known you were here, I would have done a better job at staying on my toes. My bad. Come here though.”
Kaeden’s eyes aren’t the clear hazel I’m used to, which has me hesitant to do anything that could potentially harm him.
“Stop worrying. I’m good . . . I promise. I just need you closer. I’ve missed the fuck outta you.”
Warmth spreads across my chest as Kaeden’s eyes clear as longing and love shine bright like a diamond.
“I got your text,” I say, moving my chair closer to the makeshift bed as my fingers lightly dance up and down his arm.
“I’m sorry, Kyelle. After the first headline, my dumb ass didn’t consider the levels I need to go to prevent folks from coming for our happiness. I swear to?—”
