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"And with the first pick in the 2025 NFL draft, the Las Vegas Raiders select... Jordan Prescott."

The tears in Dahlia's eyes blurred her vision, but once she blinked them away, her eyes were focused on Jordan as he approached the stage.

He had just been called first in the draft and after hugging his parents, was on stage, accepting the black and silver jersey that had his number on it.

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He was interviewed later that night and as the first question was asked, Dahlia turned the volume up a bit.

"Number one overall pick... how does it feel?!"

Jordan's eyes and smile both widened as he thought about the question.

"Honestly? It's amazing. Aside from the day I married my wife and the day our daughter was born... today has been the best day of my life."

"And is your wife here with you?"

His smile faltered for a second, tugging at Dahlia's heart, but it brightened just a second later.

"Unfortunately, she couldn't make it tonight. The little one wasn't feeling too good. Oh and, Doll--"

Jordan's focus was directly on the camera, and Dahlia swore she felt her heart jump.

"I love you... so, so, soooo much-- the both of you. And Bunny-- if you're watching this-- go to sleep, little girl. It's way past your bedtime."

About an hour later, as he finally made it back into his hotel room, Jordan threw off his suit jacket and yanked his tie loose before collapsing back on the bed.

As he laid back, he called his wife, closing his eyes as he still felt the rush of adrenaline he'd been feeling since they called his name.

"Congratulations, Mr. Prescott."

He opened them a moment later, grinning wildly as he realized that once again, their life was changing-- for the better.

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