Amy's POV.
I sat in the VIP box, my aunt on my left and Keeley on my right. This game was the semi final of the premier league and I when I say I was on the edge of my seat, I meant it. If I scooted any closer to the railing I'd fall right on my ass. Probably still having my arms in the air and the very full glass of champagne tightly in my hand.
"Yes Jamie!!!" I screamed as he scored the first goal of the game, the crowd going absolutely wild as I jumped up, clapping and whistling loudly. My aunt joining in with the celebration.
"Fucking get in!!" She yelled, her voice breaking with excitement.
"They're gonna do it…" I whispered, a smile bright on my lips. It had been a few months since, well… The whole…Crazy ex abducting and torturing me thing and things really started to fall back into place. Ted and I are officially dating and I don't know how else to explain it other than it being something out of a Jane Austen novel. He treated me like I always dreamed of being treated, he makes me laugh, cares about my likes and dislikes and he listens to me, he truly listens and I've never had anything like this before. It was hard to get used to at first, I still question things that don't need to be questioned. I'd been so conditioned to think everything I said was wrong, that I sometimes forget to speak up when it matters. He reminds me to be honest and because our relationship is built on that, we're stronger than ever. I felt like nothing could break us now.
I smiled, thinking of Ted wrapping his arms around me. He face buried in my neck as he playfully nibbled at my skin earlier this morning. Instinctively I lifted my hand, brushing my fingers across that spot. Warmth bubbling inside of me.
"Amy?"
"Huh?" I said, being pulled out my daydream as I looked over at my aunt.
"Ted, he's walking off the pitch."
"What?" I asked, confusion washing over me as I turned to see him rushing away, head down, hands tight into fists. "Shit…"
I shoved my glass into Keeleys hand and turned, climbing over the back of the seat and running out of the VIP area and into the clubs hallway. I knew that look, he's been doing so good with his panic attacks lately and I don't know what's triggered him but it's gotta be bad for him to walk away like that. Especially today. Especially now.
I made it to the locker room, looking around in attempt to find him. Where the hell was he?
"Ted…?" I yelled, my body flinching as I heard loud booing from outside in the stadium.
"I'm…"
I heard him try to call out to me and I turned, walking into the office to see him sat on the floor behind his desk. Eyes watery, skin clammy.
"Oh handsome…" I dropped to my knees in front of him, my fingers sliding up to his shins before I placed my hands on top of his. Squeezing them gently so he knew I was here. "Remember what we do?"
I saw him nod and I smiled, trying not to show the fact that my heart shatters every time I see him upset like this. He is too good of a human being to be suffering with this pain. If I could take it all away, I'd do it in an heartbeat.
"In for three…" I inhaled with him. "Out for three." I exhaled and he did his best to keep up. "Again."
We did it for a few more times, each exhale he took his body relaxed that little bit more until finally he took my hands in his, his thumb caressing my wrist as he pulled me into a hug.
"I'm right here." I whispered, sliding onto his lap as I straddled him, my body pressing tightly against him as I listened to his breathing slow to a steady rate.
"I don't know what happened…" he spoke, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into my neck. I just rubbed the back of his head, letting him talk.
"It just hit me like the tornado that took Dorothy out of Kansas."
I smiled a little, knowing that his strange ways of describing things meant his was settling down.
"You don't need to explain anything to me Ted." I paused, thinking back to the time he mentioned me talking to someone about what happened to me. Professionally speaking.
"Why don't you see a therapist? You've been pushing the guys in the team to try it, maybe you should give it a go?" I pulled away to look at him, his eyes still glassy from where he was crying.
"You don't have to be strong all the time, your vulnerability is one of the many, many reasons that I love you." I wiped a stray tear as he lifted his gaze to me, his brown eyes sparkling a little.
"Is that so?" He paused, his hands sliding to the base of my spine. "What else do you love about me?"
I smirked. "Hmm…" I teased, rocking my head side to side to pretend to think. "You do have a rather impressive mustache."
"Tell me something I don't already know." He smiled, his face brightening.
"Seriously though, I love how you give everything you can without question, how you love so ferociously, how you always wake me up with a cup of tea, even though I know you hate it."
"That's because it's garbage water." He added before I placed a single finger on his lips.
"Incorrect but let's move on."
He let out a chuckle, kissing the tip of my finger before taking my hand in his.
"You don't need to say another word ma'am."
"But…"
This time he put his finger on my lips as I continued my sentence in a muffled, nonsensical sound.
"Thank you." He said before he took his finger away and kissed me, his lips soft against mine before he pulled away. "Now I got a game to finish."
"Hell yeah you do." I smiled before he grabbed a hold of me tightly and stood up, a small squeal escaping my lips before a giggle followed. My legs wrapping tightly around his hips so I didn't fall.
"Are ya gonna let go?" He asked, humor in his voice.
"Nope. I'm coming with you to the pitch. Onward!" I yelled, pointing out the door as he laughed louder, holding onto my butt as he walked out his office and back toward the pitch.
