ARE WE END GAME?

(B)attle

OLIVIA

When I woke up the next morning, I felt two strong arms holding me from behind, so I instinctively jolted away from the stranger in my bed.

That was when I realized that it was just Spencer. He slowly woke up, looking at me.

"It's just me, Baby."

He whispered as he opened his eyes and he pulled me towards him. The combination of my weak body and his strong arms made it seem like I was a volatile piece of fabric in his hands.

"Are you feeling any better?"

I slowly nodded my head, feeling a bit tired still. The dizziness did not go away, no matter how much sleep I had, so I was worried, but did not want him to be as well, so I kept it to myself.

Sitting down to look at me, Spencer seemed too serious from my standpoint. I could tell that there was so much more he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry for missing your event."

"Olivia, that's not important."

"You're right... What is, is me admitting that I was wrong not telling you about my initiative, before planning it. That should have been your decision, and I understand why it could come off as controlling from your point of view."

He changed his position back to what it initially was, closer to me.

"Baby, I am sorry. For not recognizing and accepting your help. Nobody has had my best interest at heart lately like you do. I shouldn't have misunderstood your intentions."

"Mrs Grace won't like hearing that." I tried joking, which made him chuckle lightly.

Sitting up, not with much effort, I pulled him up with me so that we were facing each other properly.

"I will follow what you decide, no matter what it is. You're in the NFL now, and I can't expect our lives to be the same as it was in high school. I just don't want people to take advantage of you."

He nodded his head, seemingly understanding the logic behind my intentions. There was not much else we could have said then, so we simply cuddled until I fell asleep again.

The next time I woke up in the afternoon, Spencer had left me a note letting me know he would be back after practice. I had three hours to look alive and presentable, which did not seem like enough time with how weak I still felt. Dragging my feet to the bathroom, I managed to do everything in two hours, leaving me just enough time to order food for us.

As I walked downstairs, Layla was waiting for me with a smile on her face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, helping me to the couch.

Normally, I would have hated being treated like a patient, but for the first time in a while, I truly felt like one.

"As good as someone who can't take pain relieving medicine, while being in this level of pain, can be."

"I'm sorry, Liv"

Layla sat down next to me, a giddy smile fighting hard not to appear on her face.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what makes you so happy?"

She chuckled, trying to dismiss my claim. It did not take long for her to finally admit what she was keeping to herself.

"Jordan has signed with an agency yesterday!"

My eyes grew wide in shock. Even more than Spencer, Jordan had sworn never to hire a team to manage his image, because I quote, dad never had one. Unknowingly, my eyes started to feel wet and soon enough, floods of tears were coming out from them.