NBA Smuts

Fiance ✨ (Mattise Thybulle)

Sorry for the long wait
This if for lupedoesit

You: Lupe

You settled in at the table with his family. Mattise looked over at you nervously.

The draft went by slowly as they called out names, familiar names. You place your hand on Mattise to calm him. He places his hand over yours and smiles at you before leaning in for a kiss. Then everyone's attention shifts to the front as the little chime that plays when a team has made a decision goes off.
"With the 20th pick in the 2019 NBA Draft, the Boston Celtics select Mattise Thybulle from the University of Washington!" Mattise's eyes fill with tears. His sister jumps up to hug him as he stands. Greg, his father wipes a few tears away before hugging him. He whispers something in his ear and Mattise nods as he clears his throat. You smile and clap with everyone else as he looks over at you and hugs you.
"I love you so much," he says as he begins to pull away.
"I'm so proud of you," you whisper as he walks away. He walks on stage and receives his hat and shares his speech.
As he comes down, he is interviewed and asked about his mother, which then causes him to tear up again.

When he comes back to the table, he goes right into your arms, tears running down his face. He kisses your cheek as he tries wiping away his tears. That's when his father pats him on the back and says, "You just know that you made your momma so proud, my boy." Mattise smiles at his words and continues wiping tears from his face.
You both take a seat and listen to the rest of the draftees get called.

~~*~~

You exit the building while holding Matisse's arm. He guides you out of the building into the parking garage. A Tahoe is waiting for you and his family.

You make your way to a nice restaurant that Greg had reserved earlier that day for a party of four.
The restaurant was very dim and dark but it had the fanciest setup. The chairs were these strange cushion chairs with wood armrests and the table was glass with a white silk cloth in the middle that draped over the sides a bit.
"Thybulle Party of four?" asked a waitress, her outfit was very fancy. She had a blue skin tight dress to the knee and her hair was pinned back beautifully. She smiles kindly as you all take your seats.
"What can I get started for you guys?" she asks.
"Uh, can we get a bottle of Dom Pérignon Champagne?" asks Mattise. She nods.
"Yeah, and give us a few minutes to look over the menu," adds Greg. She nods and heads to the back.
You flip through the menu and look at the prices of things.
"Babe, how am I supposed to order?" you whisper at him as his sister and father have a discussion. He smiles.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean look at the prices and I have no idea what these things are," you say. He laughs.
"I got you, I know what you'll like," he says. And almost on cue, the kind waitress comes back with a bottle of champagne and four glasses.
Everyone then places their order and Matisse orders you the same thing he got, you honestly forgot the name of it.

The food doesn't take too long to come out but as it does, Mattise shifts in his seat nervously. He waits for everyone's plates to be at the table before talking.
"So, I know that this was probably meant to celebrate my draft but I had other things in mind," he says as he gets out of his seat. You face him as he takes your hand in his. He then gets down on his knee and it takes you a few seconds to register what he was doing. The entire restaurant goes silent.
"So, over the years, the idea of spending the rest of my life with someone has developed and I honestly can't imagine spending it with anyone else so, Lupe, will you marry me?" he says, his voice sounding a bit shaky. You tear up a bit and nod your head yes. Mattise wastes no time and quickly puts the ring on your finger which fits perfectly. He kisses you and as he pulls away you notice tears threatening to fall from his eyes. The entire restaurant begins clapping. Mattise's sister and father smile and congratulate you as you become a bit red from everyone's attention.
Everyone takes their seats and things settle down so Mattise pops open the bottle and fills the four cups.
"You're sneaky," you whisper. He smirks and pulls your chair closer to his. You lean in to
kiss him again before getting to your plate of food.