Courting The Champion

30 - The Final Countdown

Andrew wraps his arms around Arabelle's waist from behind, laying his chin on her shoulder. She places her soft hands on his and leans back into him. They stand there quietly on their apartment balcony, looking at the moderns houses and trees in view, the morning sunshine warming up their faces.

"Are you happy here shorty?" Andrew questions in a low voice and she sighs.

"What kind of question is that? I finished school, got my degree, got a job and a hunk of a boyfriend. I don't have any complains Andrew, so yes sir. I am very happy," she says and Andrew laughs. He plants a quick kiss on her cheek and she giggles.

"I'm happy too shorty. This is the happiest I've been and now the final match in the championship is here. I ain't that worried about the outcome. All I'm thinking is what we're going to eat and watch when we get back home. I feel like I've already won, because you're the best victory I'll ever have in my life shorty," he says, his voice think with emotion. Arabelle's eyes year up at his sweet words.

"Aww you're so sweet, I'm so lucky. And I know you're going to win my love, because even though people look at you as cocky and arrogant, you're the most humble and down to earth man that I've ever met," she says and he places another kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks shorty, you can't really say anything negative because you love me," he says with a chuckle and she rolls her eyes.

"No baby no. I mean it. You always keep your head down. You're so popular and famous yet you don't go looking for the attention. You're so disciplined and never miss a training day. I don't even know how you do it, I can't even jog for more than twenty minutes," she says and he releases her deep hearty laugh. He shakes his head.

"Yeah no shorty. You can't run to save your life. But don't worry I love every single thing about you. You don't have to be athletic, or have abs or a super slim waist or anything. I love you and your little love handles," he says squeezing her waist and she groans.

"Oh my gosh Andrew. I have no love handles!" she cries and he laughs.

"Okay I'm sorry, I'm sorry shorty. But I just want you know that you ain't gotta every feel like you have to live my kind of lifestyle for me to love you," he says and turns around, facing him.

"You know, I feel like we're always going to be okay. No matter where we go or who we become, I think we'll always be happy with each other. We have both a relationship and a friendship, I couldn't ask for anything more, maybe some flowers," she says and laughs lightly at the end of the sentence. Andrew chuckles.

"I'll git you flowers if I have to shorty. But yea. We' both on the same page shorty. You're seriously it for me and I don't need anything else as long as I got you," he says and she wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls her closer and lowers his head. He connects his lips with hers.

He pulls back and brushes his hand through her hair, holding her gaze.

"I have a few more things I have to go through with Angelo before my fight shorty but I won't be gone long. Maybe an hour or two, will you be okay?" he asks and she nods.

"I'll be okay baby. I'll just keep myself busy with some paper work and maybe catch up on some sleep," she says and he nods.

"Okay. Let's get back inside. I don't like you being out here on your own," he says and she laughs.

"I'm not a kid Andrew, I won't jump off the balcony," she says and he shakes his head.

"Yeah shorty but you're so clumsy and I got to keep an eye on you," he says, shutting the glass door that leads to the balcony.

"Okay Drew I'll be a good girl," she says and he hums.

Andrew drives off to the We Rock training agency and arrives in a little over ten minutes. The only thing on his mind is getting the fight over with, so he can focus on Arabelle. Maybe move to another place that suits her. And maybe get her a car.