It's Time

Finest Hour

Olivia's POV

I pull into the Bears' practice facility a few minutes before the guys are set to arrive back home. I have a really good feeling about today. Jace wasn't a little monster when I woke him up this morning, Bentley actually used the bathroom when I took him out, and I haven't thrown anything up so far. I would feel the need to knock on wood, but I know better than to believe this lack of nausea will actually last.

The bus pulls up, and I instantly get butterflies. I guess me and our little one are excited for daddy to be home. That's the most breathtaking thing about being so incredibly in love with someone— the feeling of pure joy to be around them never fades.

Players exit the bus one by one, and finally, I spot the face that always makes my heart quicken. I get out of the car, and the smile I fell in love with takes over his face as he approaches me. When he's finally close enough, I throw myself in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and attack him with kisses. He squeezes me tighter by the second, and I can tell he missed me just as much as I missed him— even if it was only 48 hours.

"Hi, my beautiful wife." He whispers in my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Hi, my handsome husband." I smile, grabbing hold of his face and bringing his lips to mine.

He puts me down and immediately places his hand on my growing belly. Spencer starts and ends each day talking to our mini-me. Funny enough, he stole the gesture from our four-year-old.

"Hey, little Spencer. I hope you're being nice to mommy. You have the most badass mom in the world, did you know that?" He leans down, pressing his lips softly to my stomach.

"Don't get comfortable with that 'little Spencer' thing. I haven't agreed yet." I rain on his parade.

"Oh, I'm not worried. You'll come around." He winks at me.

We hop in the car, Spencer taking over the driving duties, and head into the city for breakfast.

"I was doing some thinking on the flight home." Spencer reaches over, grabbing my hand as he usually does when he's driving.

"I hope it wasn't about baby names." I tease.

"Very funny, Mrs. James." He rolls his eyes.

"You have many talents, Mr. James. Making babies is a particularly enjoyable adventure with you." I playfully nudge him. "However, naming them should probably be left to me." We both laugh.

"Anyways." He pretends to ignore me. "What are your thoughts on me asking my agent to feel out interest from the Rams or the Chargers for a potential trade?" He quickly steals a glance in my direction.

"A trade? Why would you want a trade? You're having your best season yet, and the Bears are like unanimous favorites to win the Superbowl. You'll be able to ask for whatever you want in contract negotiations. It seems like a terrible career move to leave this organization after this season." I continue my word vomit, more perplexed by the second.

"Liv, as long as I can play the game I love, I'm happy. I was just thinking it might be worth looking into so that we can be closer to our families, especially with our little one on the way. Having extra help wouldn't hurt."

"This move would be for me?" I ask out loud, although it was more of an internal thought as I begin to piece everything together. Spencer is doing what Spencer does. He thinks there's a problem, and he's trying to fix it.

"Well, for us. When you first moved out here, it was just us. Now we have a dog, a son, and another baby on the way. I know running the house is hard, particularly when I'm not there. I'm sure being so far away from your support system only complicates things more." He squeezes my hand.