"With the first pick in the first round of the Major League Baseball draft," the commissioner said into the microphone at the podium, "the San Francisco Giants select Jace Lightwood from the University of San Diego."

I jumped out of my seat and wrapped my arms around my boyfriend of three years. "Oh my God," I screamed into his ear. He lifted me off the floor and swung me around. Everyone was slapping Jace on the back and congratulating him as I pressed my lips against his and tears began falling from my eyes. "You did it baby!"

He chuckled and set me down as someone came into the room to retrieve Jace. "Mr. Lightwood, you need to come accept your pick." Jace left the room with the man and we all sat in front of the screen to watch Jace on the stage. Jace's sister and my best friend, Isabelle, sat down next to me and put her around my shoulder.

"This is so amazing," she said.

"I know, he's worked so hard to get here." We watched Jace walk up to the podium to accept his draft pick from the Giants. Jace and I met in our freshman year at USD. We were sitting in our psychology class one day, when he asked me if I could tutor him. We spent lunch together everyday for three weeks before he asked me to go to dinner with him. I was expecting to go to some fancy restaurant, but he took me to Chipotle, my favorite place to eat, seriously I have a problem with how much Chipotle I eat. I was taken aback by this and almost fell in love with him instantly. He told me of his dreams of becoming a professional baseball player and I went to every single one of his home games. We would sit in my living room and watch game tape and he would constantly be swinging a bat. We moved in together last year when we moved off campus. One day, a few months ago, he came home and told me there was a major league scout coming to check him out. He said this year could be the year and it turned out it was. There were still a lot of decisions that needed to be made because I hadn't graduated yet, but at this point I didn't care. I was so amazingly proud of this man and I just wanted to be with him.

Jace came back in the room and his brother, Alec, shook his hand and congratulated him once more. "Let's go get some dinner," Jace announced. He came up to me and interlaced our fingers leading me towards the car. The limo the league provided us with was situated out front. Jace's family went toward their own car and were prepared to follow us to the restaurant. He helped me into the car and raised the divider. As soon as he sat down, my mouth was on his. He groaned and shifted me to straddle him.

"I'm so incredibly proud of you," I pulled away. He pulled me back into him and my hands went to his hair, tugging on his golden locks. He deepened our kiss and ran his hands all over my body. Gasping for air, he pulled away slightly.

"We need to talk about something," he said. "I want you to come to San Francisco with me. I'm going straight to The Show and my first game is next week and I want you to be in the stands."

"That's all I ever wanted, Jace. I would love to go with you, but what about school? I can't just drop out. I've dedicated three years to getting my degree in art history."

"I know, baby, but you can go back to school whenever you want or you can even transfer to a school in San Francisco. I just want you to be with me, right along side me while I take this journey. I want you to take this journey with me."

"When do we leave?" He smiled and crashed his lips to mine once more.

"Two days. We have to go home and get packed. I have a hotel set up and we'll have to start looking for an apartment." Jace kept listing all the things we needed to do and my head was spinning. Of course, I wanted to be with Jace, but I couldn't help but be a little scared. I was about to leave a life I had lived for three years and move to a new place where I didn't know anybody. However, I knew I needed to do this. I wasn't going to be happy if Jace was an eight-hour car ride away and I only saw him when he played in San Diego. Everything would get figured out, but the only thing I needed to figure out right this second was that I was going to be with Jace.

We pulled up to the restaurant and I suddenly didn't want to share Jace. "Do you think your family would be ridiculously angry if we went back to the hotel," I asked with my most innocent voice that I knew Jace would give in to. He smiled and nodded. "Good, because you are so getting laid tonight."

"I'll just go tell them you're not feeling well and we're going to call it a night."

o.0.O.0.o

We were lying in our bed in our hotel room. I was tracing light patterns on Jace's bare chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat. His heart was racing and if he could feel mine, he would find that it was racing too. I found it hard to believe that, even after three years together, we could still have this effect on each other. I looked up into his eyes that shone like golden orbs.

"What are you thinking about," I whispered and he smirked.

"Marry me," he whispered into my hair. I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover my bare chest.

"Come again."

"That's what she said."

"I'm serious, Jace. You can't just ask me to marry you in a hotel room after sex. How am I supposed to know that you're not just riding out a high?"

"Seriously, babe? I just asked you to move to San Francisco with me. What did you think was going to happen? Of course, I want to marry you. I've wanted to marry you since we were eighteen. My life changed drastically tonight and I couldn't be happier, but all of this, baseball, the show, means nothing if I can't spend the rest of my life with you. You are the most important thing in my life." He reached into the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a small black box. Inside the box, a diamond ring sat staring up at me. "Clarissa Fray, will you marry me?"

He reached up to wipe the tears away from my cheeks. "We're still so young, Jace. What happens when you find some prettier girl on the road and you change your mind. I know how athletes are, Jace. I don't think I could recover from that." He looked hurt, like I had just accused him of killing my dog.

"Baby, look at me. You are the only person I want to be with, now and forever. You are my always. You are my person. You are my lobster." I laughed at his Friends reference. "I want you in the stands at every game. I want you standing next to me at every press conference. I want you to have my babies. I want to sit next to you in a rocking chair on the porch when we're eighty. I want you and no one else for the rest of my life."

I couldn't form words. He had just said everything I ever felt. The truth was, I was worried that he would start living this life and realize I didn't fit in it, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Right now, in this moment, all I want is Jace. We can figure everything else out later. "Yes."

He slipped the ring on my finger and crashed his lips to mine. "I love you so much, babe. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you too." I snuggled into his chest and admired the ring he had just put on my finger. "This ring is beautiful, Jace."

"I knew you would like it. It was my mother's, well my birth mother's."

"You never talk about her. How old were you when she died?" I knew the answer to that question, but I wanted him to open up to me.

"Eleven. Maryse was her best friend and she promised her before she died that she would take care of me. She was so small by the end. The cancer had taken all of the fight out of the strongest woman I had ever known. She would have loved you." He kissed the top of my head.

"I wish I could have met her. I want to tell her how much you mean to me and what a great job she did raising you."

"Oh, that reminds me, we need to go see your parents before we leave. Have you talked to them at all today?"

"No, I turned my phone off after we got back." He chuckled and I could feel the vibrations through his chest. "We can go see them tomorrow night. Did you ask them for permission to marry me?"

"Of course, I did. Your mom was a little hesitant, but Luke was completely on board." My stepfather, Luke had always liked Jace, but my mother never was completely sure of what to make of him. "Did you plan on proposing tonight?"

"No, I planned on proposing to you on the field after my first game, but I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to know if you would spend the rest of your life with me."

"You're pretty adorable, do you know that?"

"Well obviously, have you met me?"

"Don't get all cocky, Jace Lightwood, center fielder for the San Francisco Giants. It's not a done deal yet." I teased and he dug his fingers in my ribs tickling me. "No, Jace! Stop!" He wouldn't relent until I turned around and crashed my lips into his. I straddled him and continued my assault on his mouth running my hands through his hair and down his back. Just when he thought we were going to go for round tow, I rolled off of him and fell to the mattress closing my eyes to welcome sleep.

"That was not fair," Jace said gasping for air.

"Well, you better get used to it, because you're never getting rid of me." He rolled to face me and seared into me with his golden eyes.

"I don't want to ever get rid of you."

A/N: So there's the first chapter. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think. Should I continue this story? Please give me some feed back!

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