You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You had been on edge all night, fingers crossed, surrounded by your fellow Dodger WAGS and kids hoping the Dodgers could hold their lead and bring home the championship. The scoreboard reading Dodgers: 7, Yankees: 6, in the bottom of the ninth inning. Just one out left. Walker, your boyfriend and one of the Dodgers' star pitcher, stood tall on the mound, his focus razor-sharp.
You held your breath as Walker threw his last pitch. Alex Vurdugo had swung —and missed. The final strike and the final out.
The stadium filled with both Yankee and Dodger fans was filled with cheers. Tears instantly filled your eyes, overflowing as you smiled, cried, and cheered all at once. You watched as Walker’s teammates rushed to the mound, tackling him in a massive celebration pile. Your hands were shaking, your heart bursting with pride.
“Oh my gosh, he did it! He really did it!” you whispered more to yourself than to anyone, wiping your cheeks but failing miserably as more tears fell.
Moments later, Dodger WAGS and family were allowed down to the field seats. Walker finally broke free from the group hug of his teammates and glanced toward you guys. His eyes searched until they found yours, and the smile that lit up his face melted your heart. He lifted his glove, tapping his chest and mouthing, "For you."
You grinned, clutching your hands to your heart. You could hardly wait to get down to the field. As soon as the gates were open, you rushed down, dodging through the crowd until you found him. Walker, still in his soaking wet jersey and cap, opened his arms wide.
“Y/N!” he shouted, his eyes brimming with his own emotions.
“Walker!” you choked out, running to him. You threw your arms around him, and he held you close, lifting you off the ground. You could feel his heartbeat racing against yours.
“Baby, you did it!” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “You won the World Series. You proved everyone that you guys can win the World Series in a regular season. I’m… I’m so proud of you.”
Walker laughed, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “Couldn’t have done it without you, you know. All those late nights, all the pep talks, putting up with me on the rough days… I’d be nowhere without you, Y/N.”
You shook your head, your eyes still filled with tears. “No, this is all you. You worked so hard for this. And now… look at you!” you let out a little laugh, overcome with emotion. “A World Series champion!”
Walker grinned, pulling you close again. “Couldn’t have asked for a better cheerleader.”
“Walker, you don’t even understand. I am so, so proud of you. You have no idea.”
He kissed your forehead, his voice soft. “Then maybe you’ll have to show me later. You know, once we’re done celebrating.”
You laughed, resting your head against his chest, feeling the warmth of him and the thrill of the moment all around them. "Deal."
After a few moments, his teammates started calling for him, but Walker kept his arms wrapped around you, looking at you with a smile that was both proud and tender.
"Hey, I know I have to go for the photos and all that, but promise you’ll be waiting for me?” he asked, a glimmer of nervousness in his eyes, like he needed you right there with him, even through the post-game celebration.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. “I’ll be right here.”
He squeezed your hand, leaning down to kiss you softly, even as the noise around them grew louder. Pulling back, he looked into your eyes, his own sparkling with joy. “Love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Walker. So, so much.”
As he joined his teammates, you watched him, your heart swelling with pride. Watching Walker celebrate, surrounded by the flashing lights and the roar of the crowd, you couldn’t imagine anyone more deserving. The man you loved had achieved his dream, and knowing that you'd been by his side for it made everything perfect.
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