Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Big Day

Travis

It's Super Bowl day. We've been fighting for this all year, and now, the day is finally here. The energy in the locker room is electric, a mix of nerves and determination. Patrick and Coach give us all a pep talk, reminding us of the journey we've taken to get here. We've trained hard, played harder, and now it's time to give it our all.

We walk out onto the field, the roar of the crowd deafening. The intensity of the moment hits me like a tidal wave. I scan the stands, looking for a familiar face in the box. I see my family, but no sign of Arianna. She's probably nervous and hiding out in the dressing room until halftime, knowing her.

The first half is a battle. The 49ers are playing hard, and by halftime, they're up 10-3. The game isn't over yet. As we head back to the locker room, the tension is palpable. We all know we need to step it up.

On my way to the locker room, I spot Arianna coming out of a room wearing a robe. She's getting onto a golf cart, and I try to catch up to it. "Good luck," I call out to her.

She turns, her face lighting up with a smile. "Thank you. Win or lose, I love you. But you better win."

I laugh, feeling a surge of warmth and determination. "You got it."

The golf cart starts moving, and she waves at me. I watch her go, a mix of pride and love swelling in my chest.

Arianna

It's halftime now. I've rehearsed this a million times; I know exactly what to do. But still, the nerves are overwhelming. My heart races as I climb up onto the platform, the lights around me still off. It's commercial break, and the stadium is buzzing with anticipation.

The break ends, and the lights come on. The crowd is louder than I've ever heard. The roar fills the stadium, a wave of sound that propels me forward.

The opening notes of "Shut Up" blast through the speakers, and I launch into the performance with all the energy I can muster. The crowd's roar is deafening, their excitement palpable as they sing along. I can feel the electricity in the air, their enthusiasm fueling my every move.

As "Shut Up" fades out, I transition seamlessly into "Houdini." The beats are powerful, the rhythm infectious. The crowd is dancing, caught up in the magic of the moment. From there, I move into "Feather," then "Training Season," each song building on the energy of the last.

Next up is "Motive," and Doja Cat joins me on stage. The crowd goes wild, their cheers reaching a new peak. Doja's presence adds a whole new dynamic, and we feed off each other's energy, making the performance electric. When Doja leaves the stage, I take a deep breath and continue into "Positions," then "The Boy Is Mine."

The stage lights dim as the intro to "No Tears Left to Cry" begins. The emotion in the song resonates with the crowd, and I feel a connection with every single person in the stadium. As "Off the Table" starts, Abel, aka The Weeknd, steps onto the stage. His smooth voice blends perfectly with mine, and we even sing a bit of "Love Me Harder," a throwback to our earlier collaboration. The crowd's reaction is overwhelming.

While Abel finishes the song, I quickly change into my second outfit—a stunning black corset dress with a red sparkly headscarf. The transition is seamless, and I'm back on stage to sing "Into You," followed by "Dangerous Woman." The energy is at its peak, and the crowd is fully engaged.

Before transitioning to the final songs, I surprise everyone with a nostalgic performance of "Sweetener." The crowd's reaction is heartwarming, a mix of cheers and emotional tears.

Finally, I sit at the piano, taking a moment to breathe. The soft melody of "What Was I Made For?" fills the stadium. As I start to sing, I hear something incredible—the crowd is singing along with me. The song just came out, but they already know the words. Tears well up in my eyes, but I keep singing, the moment too beautiful to miss.

As I reach the final notes, I mix in a bit of "What dreams are made from," my first-ever song from the first Disney movie I did when I was a teen that I haven't played in years. The nostalgia hits hard, and I can see it resonates with the audience too. I take out my earpieces, the sound of the crowd's voices filling my ears. It's so loud and pure, and my eyes go wide with amazement. I smile, soaking it all in, letting the moment wash over me. I look up at the fireworks exploding above the stadium, lighting up the night sky in a dazzling display.

When the final note fades, I shout, "Thank you!" my voice full of emotion. The platform begins to lower, taking me off the stage.

As I step off the stage, I see Travis waiting for me. Without thinking, I run into his arms. He catches me, lifting me off the ground in a tight embrace. "You're so fucking talented," he whispers into my ear, his voice full of awe and pride.

I quickly change into something more comfortable and head to the box to watch the rest of the game. The energy in the stadium is electric, and the game is intense. The Chiefs and 49ers are tied, and every play feels like it could be the one to decide it all.

As the fourth quarter ends, the score remains tied. The game goes into overtime, and my heart races with every pass and tackle. The tension is palpable, and everyone in the booth is on the edge of their seats.

Finally, in a nail-biting finish, the Chiefs score a field goal, winning the game 25-22. The stadium erupts in cheers, and the excitement is infectious. Jason is going crazy with excitement, and I can't help but join in. Donna, Ed, Brittany, and I are all hugging and jumping up and down, our joy uncontainable.

We head down to the field, the excitement building with every step. When we finally reach the field, Travis spots us and runs over. He hugs Donna first, lifting her off the ground in a bear hug. Then he turns to me, his face lit up with happiness.

He pulls me into his arms, spinning me around. "We did it!" he exclaims, his voice full of joy. "We won the Super Bowl!"

I laugh, hugging him tightly. "I'm so proud of you," I whisper, feeling tears of happiness well up in my eyes.

The press swarms us, cameras flashing and reporters shouting questions.

Patrick joins us, and they share a triumphant hug before heading off to celebrate with the rest of the team. Brittany and I watch them together, a sense of pride and love filling the air around us.

"Who would have thought?" Brittany says, laughing. "Athletes aren't so bad after all."

I laugh along with her, my heart light. "No, they're not," I agree, watching Travis and Patrick as they celebrate with their teammates. "They're pretty amazing."

As we celebrate on the field, surrounded by family and friends, I feel a sense of peace and contentment. This is my future husband, and I couldn't be happier. The future is bright, and I know that no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together.