He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said

"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby just say yes"

One Year (and one divorce) Later

"Gracie! If you don't hurry up we're never going to get good seats!," I yelled to my sister from the front door of my parents house. They were already settled in the car, waiting for us. The game was starting in an hour, and if I knew Dillon, the bleachers were already mostly full. Hopefully, Tim thought to save us a seat. Then again, now that he was the Head Coach and had a plethora of team stuff on his mind, he might not have remembered that Gracie was perpetually late to everything.

"Hold your horses, Jules. I'm coming!," she said coming down the hall. "I couldn't find my camera."

"What on Earth do you need a camera for? It's high school football for crying out loud. Besides, isn't that what a cell phone's for?" Gracie shrugged and walked out the front door.

"You never know when you're going to come across a Kodak moment, Jules." I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind us, not bothering to lock it because well…This is Dillon.

"You girls move any slower and we're gonna miss kick off," Dad called from the drivers seat as we walked down the sidewalk. Mom sat next to him, a silly grin plastered on her face. Come to think of it, she had that grin on her face all day. I asked her what she was so happy about, and she had said something like:

"Both of my girls are here together. Isn't that enough reason to be in a good mood, hun?" I swear there was something else to it, but getting Mom to talk about something she didn't want to talk about was like pulling teeth.

"We ready?," Dad asked as he typed a text into his cell phone before dropping it next to him. Mom looked back on us, smiling. Gracie and I nodded before Dad pulled off, heading toward the game.

Xxxxxxxxx

My phone went off and I checked the text from Coach. "The Eagle has landed. There in 10." I chuckled to myself. The Eagle? Really? Then again, I was surprised Coach Taylor knew how to text at all. I typed a quick "Ok," in response as my stomach did flips.

"You guys know what to do?," I asked my team as we gathered in the locker room before the game. My heart was pounding. I had never been so nervous in my entire life. Weeks of planning had gone into tonight, and it had to be just perfect. Not only would this game secure the Lions season, but this night could potentially change my life forever.

"Don't worry, Coach," my QB1 said as he patted my back. "We got together last night and practiced one more time. It's going to be perfect for you." I nodded, thankful to my boys for helping me. I accepted the Head Coaching position at the beginning of the training season. With Julies encouragement I knew I could do anything. Billy understood that I needed to take a back seat at the garage and focus on the things I loved most in this world: Football and Julie Taylor.

Xxxxxxxxxx

"You'd think it was a playoff game or something," Dad said sarcastically as we parked the car. It was a playoff game. Gracie rolled her eyes beside me and I smiled, always amused by Dads lack of humor. We climbed from the car and walked toward the field.

Call it being nervous for Tim, or whatever, but I swear to God it felt like every resident of Dillon, Texas had their eyes on me from the moment I climbed out of the car. I barely made it five steps before a teenage boy walked up to me, handing me a single red rose. I was surprised, but muttered a quick thank you as I accepted the gift. After another few steps, another boy handed me another rose.

My parents and Gracie walked behind me, definitely not as surprised as I was by the whole ordeal. My bewilderment only accelerated as I continued toward the field, being stopped every few seconds by another boy, and another rose. By the time I made it to the bleachers, before I could even see the field, I had a dozen long stemmed red roses in my hand. I looked back toward my family, my eyebrow raised in confusion, but they just smiled as if it wasn't unusual to them at all.

The crowd hushed as I reached the bleachers. I climbed the steps, finally viewing the field. I expected to see the assistant coaches on the sidelines, waiting for the game to start. What I didn't expect was the entire Lions team standing in the middle of the field, holding roses similar to the ones that I had been handed already.

What in the hell was going on? I looked around. Yup. All eyes were definitely on me. And what the hell was Billy Riggins doing in the stands instead of on the sidelines? And was that seriously Taylor Swift playing over the loud speakers? Love Story? Really?

"Take a walk with me, Jules," Billy said as he offered me his arm. I looked back toward my parents and my sister. My moms eyes were watering and she had that same goofy smile on her face. Gracie Bell could barely stand still, her camera clutched in her hands expectantly. Dad had a self-satisfied, smug grin on his face as he nodded me forward.

I looped my arm through Billys (whom I got a long with a lot better these days) and followed as he led me back down the stairs and onto the field. I looked around, trying to spot Tim in the craziness. Clearly, this was his doing. But I couldn't see him, which only added to my confusion.

The speakers continued to play the song. I looked at Tims team, his boys, and laughed as they slowly began to move in rhythm to the music. As I got closer, the first line turned and walked toward me, each of them handing me another rose. Then the second string repeated the gesture. Now, I had an arm full of roses.

I looked into the stands, shocked that I saw hundreds of roses swaying back and forth in time to the music. All of this was for me?

I turned around slowly, looking at the townsfolk, my friends and my family. Was that Tyra and Landry Clark in the stands? Smash Williams? Jason Street? What in the hell was going on? The song had finally reached its last line, as those hundreds of beautiful flowers began to rain on the field. Then I saw him. Finally. Walking from the tunnel and heading toward where I stood in the center of the field, surrounded by fallen and still falling roses. Tim Riggins. In a suit. Holy shit.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Breathe, Tim, Breathe. Deep breaths. It's going to be okay. She's going to say yes. She loves me. I love her. Everything's gone perfect so far. Breathe. Breathe. My hands were shaking, and this stupid suit was cutting off my air supply. I have no idea why I let Tyra talk me into the suit. Breathe, Tim. Breathe.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Breathe, Julie. Breathe. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I didn't know he was planning this. Sure, he had seemed a little busy the last two weeks, but with the season ending soon, I had just assumed he was doing team stuff. That sneaky little devil. I can't believe he did this.

Don't pay attention to the thousands of eyes watching your every move. Don't cry. In and out. Deep breaths. Oh my God, Tim. What are you doing? I love you so much. I can't believe this is happening.

Xxxxxxxxxx

It felt like the longest walk of my life. I smiled at her, my hands shaking around the mic. She shook her head at me in a playful 'I can't believe your doing this,' kind of way. It was her own fault.

She put this idea in my head months ago, right after her divorce was finalized with Saracen. We were watching some sappy romantic comedy together after spending the entire day wrapped up in each other in celebration. We hadn't bothered to get out of bed for anything more then food, bathroom breaks and DVD changes.

I caught her staring at me out of the corner of my eye, and turned toward her.

"What?," I asked, smiling softly.

"I accept it," she said as she nuzzled up closer to me as the credits rolled after the guy just won over the girl with a big hooplah of romance. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

"You accept what?," I asked, having not the slightest idea of what she was referring to.

"You. Just the way you are. No bells and whistles, or grand romantic gestures needed. I just love you, Tim, and I am so happy that I am finally all yours." she said to me all starry eyed, her hair a tangled mess from the hours I had spent running my fingers through it. And it was true. She was no longer Julie Saracen. She was mine. And it was that moment that I knew that there would never be a more beautiful name then Julie Riggins. I just had to make it happen.

And I'd be damned if she didn't get the sappy huge romantic gesture she deserved. I definitely wasn't going to propose to her outside of the Alamo Freeze. Just sayin'.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

"Julie Taylor," he said into the microphone for the entire town of Dillon to hear. "A little over a year ago, you came back into my life and changed everything." He closed the gap between us, and took my hand with his free hand, pushing the roses out of the way. Breathe, Julie.

"I fell for you hard and fast and now I can't imagine a single second without you in my life. Now normally, I am not the big romantic gesture type…" You could hear a few giggles in the crowd, a few womanly sighs, but I kept my attention focused where it needed to be. "But I wanted every man, woman and child in the great town of Dillon, Texas to know that I love you," he said dramatically, amid the hoots in the crowd about the great town of Dillon. "And," he added pointedly, as he dropped down to one knee in front of me. "I wanted to assure that you couldn't say no when I asked," he said teasingly, causing more laughter, as he reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small velvet case.

"And before you ask, Yes. I talked to your Dad and he's on board." I laughed nervously, as did the crowd, all of us knowing what was coming. I was completely awestruck, trying to take deep breaths. Don't cry, Julie. Breathe.

"Julie Taylor. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the entire world by agreeing to put up with my bullshit for the rest of your life. Will you marry me?," he asked me in true Tim Riggins style. I giggled with the town and rolled my eyes before everyone fell silent, waiting for me to answer.

I smiled down at Tim. The suspense was killing him. I could see it written all over his face. I had to torture him, just a little. I mean, when did I ever like being the center of attention? I'm sure my face was a million different shades of crimson, and the entire town of Dillon was watching me expectantly. Of course, it was an amazingly sweet and surprising gesture. Made me love him all the more. But still. I had to make him sweat. Just a little.

Yeah, I know. I'm such a bitch.

Xxxxxxxxxx

I swear to God, she really needs to answer me. If this takes any longer, I might just take it back. Okay. No, I wouldn't. But damn it. Way to make a guy doubt himself. She reached down and gently took the mic from my hands. She looked at me, and then out toward the stands and her family, and then back to me. Slowly, she raised the mic to her lips and uttered the sweetest syllable I'd ever heard in my life.

"Yes."