Life of a Coach's Daughter

Chapter 11

Jimmy's POV

"Jimmy, you aren't sitting with the rest of us?" Mike blurts out randomly.

Putting my shirt on, I answer, "That's because I am sitting with Emily, Alex and whoever he is bringing."
Turning around, the boys look confused. "We are sitting at a different table, you will find out why tonight."

"Did you see her dress yet?" Paul asks.

"No, all I know is the damn thing is red. And then she is going over to Alana's to get ready. She is stopping here then heading over there." I see all of the guys start laughing and shaking their heads. "What?!"

"We saw the dress, bro. Good luck getting through the whole night."

Sitting down, I look down and just picture her in a tight red dress because I know that is something she would pick. "Son of a bitch."

"What's with the cursing and laughing?" Emily walks into the room and straight to me.

By now I am sitting down in my locker. Emily stands of couple steps away from me, so I grab her hips and pull her closer. "I have one question, baby. Is your dress going to kill me so much that I won't be able to last the whole night?"

"I don't know you'll have to see tonight." Hearing these words from her mouth, I grunt. She kisses me quickly before turning and leaving.

"Hey, who is Alex bringing?" Mike asks out of random.

"Alana." His eyes get wide.

"Yeah that is what my face did when he asked Emily if she would get pissed. And all she said is 'even if you are my brother hurt my best friend and I will cut off your dick.'"

"That is funny. Well we have to be here at six tonight." I nod my head, grab my stuff before leaving. Walking in the house, Alex is getting ready and smiling like no tomorrow.

"What the hell is up with you?" I grab a beer out of the fridge.

"Alana just left." He smiles again.

"Dude, don't screw with her. Your sister will seriously kill you. And I will have to help her." I take a sip of beer.

"Plus Alana is older than you by what, four years?"

"Yeah. It doesn't really matter. You are four years older than Emily."

"True." I walk into my room and lay down for a couple of hours. Setting my alarm for four, I fall asleep. I wake up a little earlier than four, to Emily's ringtone. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, sorry did I wake you?" Em's voice comes through my phone.

"It's fine, baby, my alarm is going off in a couple of minutes anyway. Let me take it off real quick." I take the phone away from my ear and turn off the alarm. "Ok we good."

"Sorry I woke you up."

"Baby, don't be sorry. I wanted to hear your voice. It's good that I woke up to your voice anyway."

"Ok." You can hear the smile in her voice. "You ready for tonight?"

"Hell no." I hear her beautiful laugh come through the phone. "I don't think anyone is ready for tonight."

"I am getting ready now, Alana is doing my hair. And then all I have to do is step into the dress and I am ready to meet you in the locker room."

"Can you give me one hint? Please." We have been playing this damn game and it is always the same hint every time. "And the hint can not be 'its long'."

"Fine. It is kind of tight." I groan and she laughs at me.

"This is not funny, baby. You are gunna kill a grown man." Pausing a second, I look up at the ceiling. "Look, baby, I should go start getting ready. Bye."

"Bye." Hanging up on her is hard for once in my life. I want to tell her I love her but I don't want to do it for the first time over the phone. We will be making six months tomorrow and I so badly just want to blurt it out. I'm gunna tell her tonight.

Buttoning up my shirt, I hear a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in."
Alex walks in with his collar popped up and his tie in one hand. "Look, I know I am eighteen but my dad normally ties it for me and I need to learn and youtube isn't making sense to me. Can you teach me?"

"Yeah, come on." I finish buttoning my shirt and tuck it into my pants. As I finish getting ready, I ramble off how to tie a tie and he did it. Every now and then he asks "like this" and I look. "Good job."

"Thanks. Where's your tie?" We are in the kitchen about to leave to go to the locker room.

"Em has it. Didn't want to spoil the surprise." I smile as I say the last part.

"God my sister is stupid. And god you love her."

"Damn straight I do." We quickly get to the locker room and I can't wait anymore. "How much longer?"

"How about now, If you wouldn't of had you back turned to the door I could of seen your reaction like everyone else." I feel her warm hands over my eyes. Releasing my eyes she gives me a red tie and says, "Turn around, babe."

Turning around, I look at her up and down. The dress she was wearing is bright red and fits to her body perfectly. The jewels go over the straps and the openings on her sides. The slit in her dress goes all the way to the top of her thigh. "I'm gunna be a dead man."

Smiling she takes the tie away from me and pops my collar. "It won't be that bad." Finishing the tie, she fixes my collar back down and straightens the tie. "Alex, how come your sister knows how to do this and you don't?"

"She has had practice. I only use this thing like two three times a year."

"Lets get this party started and finished with so I can finally get you home to myself." I bend down and speak as quietly as I can in Em's ear.

"Please, lets hurry. Because this isn't the only surprise I have tonight." Looking in her eyes, I can tell she is gunna be the death of me.
Getting out of the limo, it is different. There are reporters asking if "Ms. NFL was coming to this with Mr. NFL." Yep, that was going to be the headline in the morning. But what can I say, the night is fun.

And I end it the best way any man would, with his girl on the dance floor in his arms. "Baby, I have something to tell you." Em picks her head up from where it is on my shoulder. "Don't look so scared." I put one hand on her cheek and she leans into my hand. "I love you."

Smiling up at me, she kisses the palm of my hand and then says, "I love you too." Putting her head back on my shoulder, we just finished this song and head for the door and out to the limo.