"Hell yeah! Let's go!" was all Jamie heard from the living room accompanied a round of enthusiastic clapping. He chuckled to himself. Their neighbors must've thought that they were hosting a party, but if they only knew that all the commotion was just his wife watching New York Giants game. She had been a life long fan of the team and never missed a game. She's notorious for secretly keeping her phone in her lap during family dinner on game days to keep up with the score if Giants are playing during that time.

Eddie had always been a football fan ever since he'd known her but he didn't know the true extent of it until they got together. She tuned into as many games as she could during the week and was even more knowledgeable than he was about the game. It was always a fun topic of conversation to see her and Danny get into, especially since he was die hard Jets fan.

"Fumble! Get the ball! Yes!" she exclaimed. He peeked out of the bedroom and looked into the living room to find her jumping up and down in front of the TV. It always amused him how into the games she got.

They had been to a few games already over the years, and he actually planned to take her to another one on Christmas Day as her gift. He had already purchased the tickets months ago, and was going to surprise her on the day. It was very difficult to try and surprise her with anything, especially since she had a knack for figuring it out pretty quick once she got an inkling of something occurring.

"If you keep this up," Jamie began as he walked out into the living room to join her. "They're going to call a noise complaint on us… well, on you."

She waved him off as she kept her eyes on the game, "Yeah right."

"And I'm sure it'll be Mrs. Riley. You know that woman hears everything. I'm surprised that she hasn't came over and told you to quiet down already."

"She's not even here," Eddie pointed out as she looked back at him. "She's out of town for the weekend remember? We're supposed to water her plants. It's actually your turn tomorrow."

He nodded, "I'll go." Then, he sat on the couch and watched as Eddie stood in front of the TV with her arms crossed watching the game. Eddie had certain rules that she requested he follow during a game, the main one being to not bother her unless it was absolutely necessary. She was okay with some small talk but mainly wanted to be left alone so she didn't miss anything important. He, of course, never followed those rules and loved to rile her up.

"Babe," he called out. "What's the score?"

Instead of answering his question, she stepped to the side and pointed to the bottom of the screen.

"I can't see that," he replied. "What does it say?"

"Twenty one to fourteen," she replied, her tone clearly starting to indicate that she was getting annoyed.

"Thank you," he said, a small smirk rising on his face.

A few minutes later, with Eddie clearly engrossed in the action, he spoke up again.

"Ed?"

"Hm?" she responded, not looking away from the TV.

"What should I get your mom for Christmas?" he asked.

"Can you ask me that again in about an hour?" she responded.

"I was thinking jewelry but I get her that every year," he continued. "Do you have any ideas?"

"A grandchild," Eddie finally said. "But that'll take us a little bit. Just go with the jewelry again."

"Noted."

Over the next few minutes, he bombarded Eddie with random questions about things that he necessarily didn't need to know at the moment. She answered with so much patience but he could tell that she was getting ready to hit him if he got close enough to her.

"Eddie?" he said again after a pause.

"Yes Jameson?" she responded shortly.

"I love you," he said with a cheeky tone.

There was a long tense moment before Eddie finally let out a laugh. She turned around and walked over to join him on the couch, throwing her legs into his lap and scooting close.

"I feel like you knew that you were seconds away from getting hit," she joked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I did," he confirmed, tightening his arms around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. "That's why I threw the "I love you" in there to smooth things over. Did it work?"

"I guess," she responded with a small shrug. "You make it hard to get mad at you."

"Well good," Jamie said. "I don't want it to be easy for you to get mad at me." Then, he turned to the screen. "Do the Giants have a chance?"

"Of course they do," she immediately defended. "If we keep playing like this, the game is ours."

"And if they don't?" he asked, trying to downplay a cheeky grin that was threatening to rise onto his face.

She frowned and gave him a look, "Really?" She unwrapped her arms around his neck and started to get up. "And to think that you were going to get lucky tonight…"

His eyes widened and he immediately pulled her back down and quickly pinned her under him, "I'm playing! I'm playing! I'm just messing with you, Ed."

She shook her head as she tried to push him off of her. He was a little afraid that he had actually made her mad but then was relieved to see her trying to mask a smile.

"Nope," she continued as she pushed at his shoulders. "Get off me, Reagan."

"That's usually the opposite of what you say to me," he quipped.

Eddie couldn't help but laugh again, "You're ridiculous."

"But it made you laugh, didn't it?"

"No," she replied.

Suddenly, she felt Jamie's hands go down her sides. If there was one weakness of hers that he knew, it was that she was extremely ticklish. He could simply poke at her side and she would start to squirm.

"Admit it," he continued.

"No."

"I'm going to do it if you don't admit it, Eddie," he threatened. She started to squirm a little bit as she felt his hands inch closer into her sides.

"Nope."

"Welp... you asked for it."

Jamie quickly started to tickle her. She tried to push him off but he was too strong and held her down.

"Okay! Okay!" she finally relented. "I admit it! Just let me up!"

He stopped and got off of her, "See... that wasn't hard, was it?"

She shook her head as she tried to catch her breath. Then, she pulled on Jamie who helped her sit up.

"There's just one more quarter in this game. If I let you stay in here, do you think you can leave me alone to let me finish watching? Keep your hands to yourself?"

"I'll let you finish the game but I make no promises to keep my hands to myself."

Eddie simply shook her head at him as he chuckled. She scooted back close to him, pulled a blanket over their legs, and leaned against him as they finished watching the game.