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Ava
Ava Reed stood on the sidelines, a familiar rush of nerves twisting in her stomach as the stadium lights blazed overhead.
She had spent years under these lights—cheering, coaching, watching Jaxon win game after game. But tonight?
Tonight was different.
Because now, she wasn't just Ava Carter, the girl who fell for the cocky quarterback of Westwood High.
She was Ava Reed, the woman who married him.
And right now, she wasn't just standing under the lights for him—
She was here for their kids, too.
"Mom! Mom! Look, it's Dad!"
Ava smiled as her seven-year-old son, Noah Jaxon Reed, bounced excitedly beside her, his little hands gripping the edge of her sweatshirt. His blue eyes—Jaxon's eyes—shone with excitement as he pointed toward the field, where Jaxon stood with his team, ready for kickoff.
Beside him, five-year-old Emma Grace Reed clung to Ava's leg, her blonde curls tucked into a tiny football beanie, her big green eyes—Ava's eyes—watching just as intently.
"Daddy's gonna win, right?" Emma asked, her voice small but certain.
Ava crouched down, adjusting Emma's hat before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Of course he is, baby."
Noah puffed out his chest. "And one day, I'm gonna play just like him!"
Ava laughed. "Oh, really?"
Liam nodded, serious. "Yep! And Uncle Liam says I already throw better than Dad did at my age."
She knew that was true. Noah had inherited his father's natural athleticism—he was already obsessed with football, constantly tossing the ball around their backyard, begging Jaxon for practice drills.
And Jaxon?
Jaxon loved it.
Ava straightened just as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. The crowd roared, and Noah and Emma jumped up and down excitedly as their father took the field.
And then, as if he could feel them watching—
Jaxon turned.
Even from across the field, his eyes found hers first.
And just like that, she was seventeen again—standing on the sidelines, under the lights, falling in love with the boy who refused to let her run.
Jaxon lifted his helmet just enough to send them his signature smirk, then tapped his chest twice—his silent way of saying this game was for them.
Emma clapped her hands. "Daddy saw us!"
Noah grinned. "Of course he did. We're his team."
Ava's heart swelled.
Because even though their life had changed—
Even though they had gone from high school sweethearts to college struggles to chasing dreams that led them here—
Some things never changed.
Jaxon still played with everything he had.
Ava still stood on the sidelines, cheering him on.
And now?
Now, their kids were here too, watching their father prove that sometimes, love wasn't just something that lasted through high school.
Sometimes, it lasted forever.
And under the lights, once again—Jaxon Reed was still winning for her.
Ava Reed stood on the sidelines, a familiar rush of nerves twisting in her stomach as the stadium lights blazed overhead.
She had spent years under these lights—cheering, coaching, watching Jaxon win game after game. But tonight?
Tonight was different.
Because now, she wasn't just Ava Carter, the girl who fell for the cocky quarterback of Westwood High.
She was Ava Reed, the woman who married him.
And right now, she wasn't just standing under the lights for him—
She was here for their kids, too.
"Mom! Mom! Look, it's Dad!"
Ava smiled as her seven-year-old son, Noah Jaxon Reed, bounced excitedly beside her, his little hands gripping the edge of her sweatshirt. His blue eyes—Jaxon's eyes—shone with excitement as he pointed toward the field, where Jaxon stood with his team, ready for kickoff.
Beside him, five-year-old Emma Grace Reed clung to Ava's leg, her blonde curls tucked into a tiny football beanie, her big green eyes—Ava's eyes—watching just as intently.
"Daddy's gonna win, right?" Emma asked, her voice small but certain.
Ava crouched down, adjusting Emma's hat before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Of course he is, baby."
Noah puffed out his chest. "And one day, I'm gonna play just like him!"
Ava laughed. "Oh, really?"
Liam nodded, serious. "Yep! And Uncle Liam says I already throw better than Dad did at my age."
She knew that was true. Noah had inherited his father's natural athleticism—he was already obsessed with football, constantly tossing the ball around their backyard, begging Jaxon for practice drills.
And Jaxon?
Jaxon loved it.
Ava straightened just as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers. The crowd roared, and Noah and Emma jumped up and down excitedly as their father took the field.
And then, as if he could feel them watching—
Jaxon turned.
Even from across the field, his eyes found hers first.
And just like that, she was seventeen again—standing on the sidelines, under the lights, falling in love with the boy who refused to let her run.
Jaxon lifted his helmet just enough to send them his signature smirk, then tapped his chest twice—his silent way of saying this game was for them.
Emma clapped her hands. "Daddy saw us!"
Noah grinned. "Of course he did. We're his team."
Ava's heart swelled.
Because even though their life had changed—
Even though they had gone from high school sweethearts to college struggles to chasing dreams that led them here—
Some things never changed.
Jaxon still played with everything he had.
Ava still stood on the sidelines, cheering him on.
And now?
Now, their kids were here too, watching their father prove that sometimes, love wasn't just something that lasted through high school.
Sometimes, it lasted forever.
And under the lights, once again—Jaxon Reed was still winning for her.
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