Page 85 of For Three Seconds

The dog barked at me, and I took that as a yes. I left my stuff in the living room, which would drive Scar crazy. When I made it to our bedroom, I heard ESPN playing in the background. My wife rarely missed my games. She was my biggest cheerleader, my number one fan. She kept me grounded in this crazy world. I walked up to the door and leaned against the doorframe and looked at my wife, who was lying in bed wearing my jersey and sucking on an ice pop.

“You had outstanding stats, babe; I still think that last play was bullshit.” She turned, offering me a smile.

Her knowledge of football was sexy. Having her brother as head coach to our alma mater and her husband a pro player did her good.

“Yeah?” I pulled away from the door, walked up to the bed, and sat next to her. “Were you yelling at the referees again?”

She glared at me.

I reached my hand out to cup her cheek. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked tired.

“How are you holding up?”

“Better, I think. According to Google, I should be over it.”

I snickered at her. “Google lies. We been over this.”

“Shut up.” She swatted my chest. “Give me a hug.”

I didn’t need to be told twice to be embraced by her.

“You missed me?” I asked, reaching for her lips.

“Mmmhmm,” she replied, leaning up to kiss me.

I opened up to her, my lips moving against hers in a synchronized rhythm we had developed over the years. Her lips were cold from the ice, and she tasted like cherry. When she was fully under me, I let my hand roam up her shapely thighs.

“No panties?” I pulled away from her lips and smirked at her.

“You looked really hot playing,” she whispered, and fuck me, my dick jumped up at the lust in her voice.

“Oh yeah?” I said, my voice coming hoarse. “Did it turn you on?”

“Why don’t you find out?” she challenged.

I groaned when my fingers met the wetness between her legs.

“You drive me, crazy, baby.” I kissed her neck.

“You are my safe place. I love you, Gav.” She leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I removed my fingers from her wet pussy, letting my hand roam up her body before it froze. Scarlett bit her lip and smiled at me. I sat up, bringing her with me, and then I removed my shirt from her body.

My mouth parted open at the sight in front of me. Every time I thought I’d never seen Scarlett looking more beautiful than ever, she proved me wrong. She sat in kneeling position, her naked body gloriously displayed, but now there was a bump in her midsection.

“When did this happen?” I asked with awe in my voice as my hand came to her pregnant belly.

Scar shrugged. “I woke up, and then it was just there.”

I grabbed her hand and kissed the tattoo on her wrist. We got matching ones after our wedding. Half of my fans thought it was stupid; they were crazy if they thought I’d ever separate from Scar. The other half thought it was romantic as shit.

I love him, and that’s the beginning of everything.

I kissed her wrist. I had mine on the top part of my wrist and hers on the bottom. We had them on opposite hands, so when we held hands they made a circle. Some said it might be corny, but I didn’t give a fuck because Scarlett was at my games, in my jersey, in my bed, in my heart, and she was going to have my kid, so life was phenomenal.

“I love you.” I kissed her with my hand still on her belly.

“You’ve made me so happy, Gav. I no longer count the bad days between the good.” She cupped both my cheeks, smiling while she teared up. “Stupid hormones.”

I shook my head, smiling. Then I got up and removed my clothes while she devoured me with her eyes. Once I was naked, I crawled on the bed so I was on top of her.

“When things get hard, we take it three seconds at a time,” I told her while I looked into her eyes. Her love for me was right there, and she could see mine reflected.

“I love you, Scar,” I told her.

“I love you, Gav,” she whispered as I sank into her.

Scar and Gav may not have been perfect, but in the end, we were perfect for each

other.