The morning of the parade felt like a dream to Jack. The weight of the World Series victory had finally settled in, but the reality still hadn’t quite sunk in. The Dodgers had just won the World Series, and the streets of Los Angeles were packed with fans, excitement, and a sense of history. Today was going to be a celebration—of the team, of their hard work, and of everything they had accomplished together. And Jack was determined to enjoy every second of it, especially with you by his side.
He and you had barely slept the night before, caught up in the joy of the victory and the whirlwind of media appearances and celebrations. But that wasn’t stopping them now. The two of you were dressed casually, Jack in a white Jobs Finishsd Tee-shirt and pants, you were sporting a jersey with his name on the back. The two of you were both beaming, holding hands as you navigated through the sea of blue and white that covered the streets.
The energy was electric. Fans lined the sidewalks, waving Dodgers flags, wearing jerseys, and chanting in unison. Everywhere they looked, there were smiles—some tearful, some exuberant, but all of them brimming with excitement. It was the kind of celebration that only a World Series win could bring.
Jack couldn’t help but smile as he glanced over at you, your face practically glowing with happiness. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “Can you believe this?” he asked, his voice filled with awe. “This is insane.”
You laughed, looking up at him with a wide grin. “I can’t believe it either. We’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now it’s finally here.” You squeezed his hand tighter. “And we get to experience it together.”
As the parade rolled on, the two of you found themselves on one of the open-top buses that would take them down the streets of LA. The team waved to the crowds as they passed, basking in the love from thousands of fans who had shown up to cheer them on. You and Jack were no exception—everywhere you looked, there were people shouting your names, holding up signs with congratulatory messages. It felt surreal, but it was the best feeling Jack had ever experienced.
As the parade continued, Jack found himself more and more caught up in the festivities. Teammates handed him drinks, and he took them with a smile. He wasn’t usually one to overdo it, but today felt different. Today felt like a celebration of everything—the victory, the journey, the teamwork, and of course, his childhood dream coming true.
By the time the parade reached Dodger Stadium, Jack was feeling the effects of the drinks he had enjoyed along the way. His face was flushed, and his laughter came easier now. He stumbled a little as he stepped off the bus, but you were right there, steadying him with a laugh.
“Jack, you okay?” you asked, an amused glint in your eyes.
He grinned at you, the tipsiness more evident in his expression now. “I’m great,” he replied, his voice a little slurred. “I just… I think I might’ve had one too many drinks, but hey, it’s a celebration, right?”
You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his waist to keep him steady. “I think it’s time for some food and water, don’t you?”
Jack winked at her. “I’m fine. We’ve got the stadium event to look forward to. And, honestly? I’m having the time of my life.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, his breath a little heavy with excitement and alcohol. “You’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.”
You smiled softly, your heart full. “I’m so proud of you, Jack. You’ve earned this.”
The two of you made your way into Dodger Stadium, and the atmosphere was just as electric as the parade. Thousands off fans were sat all over stadium waiting to see their World Champions. Teoscar had brought fans to tears while Kiké was having the time of his life making fun of Fat Joe. Afterwards the players, coaches, and their families were all gathered for a private event in the stadium’s clubhouse area. There was food, drinks, and, of course, more cheering as the team celebrated together. The World Series trophy was on display.
As the event went on, Jack found himself a little more relaxed than he probably should have been. He had a a bottle of Budweiser in his hand, and he was feeling lighter than he had in a long time. You kept an eye on him, making sure he wasn’t overdoing it, but you couldn’t deny the joy that radiated from him. He was having fun, and so were you.
Jack clapped a few of his teammates on the back, laughing loudly as they talked about the season. Mookie Betts, Freddie Freeman, and Clayton Kershaw all gathered around him, telling stories from the World Series, each one more exaggerated than the last. Jack was a little more than tipsy but still in good spirits. He wasn’t the loudest one in the group, but his laughter was infectious.
You were standing nearby, chatting with some of the other wives and girlfriends of the players. Every now and then, you glanced over at Jack, yohr heart swelling with pride. He was surrounded by his teammates, clearly enjoying the moment, but there was a part of you that was always hyper-aware of him, making sure he was okay.
As the night wore on, you two found yourself at the Betts' house for an after party where the drinks flowed freely, and Jack’s tipsiness became a little more pronounced. He had switched from beer to champagne to shots, and his cheeks were a little rosy now. He was stumbling and he was definitely a bit more relaxed than usual.
He found his way back to you, grinning like a fool. “I think I’m ready to dance,” he said, holding out his hand as if he were about to lead you onto the dance floor.
You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your smile. “Dance?” you repeated, amused. “Jack, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink for dancing.”
He laughed, pulling you toward him. “I’m just happy, okay? We won the World Series and had our parade Y/N! This is the best day of my life.”
You smiled, letting him pull you close. “I know, I know. It’s the best day of mine too,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But maybe we should save the dancing for when you’re not one drink away from knocking over the champagne tower.”
He grinned, clearly unfazed by your teasing. “You’re right. Maybe we’ll just… sit for a bit.”
The both of you found a quiet spot on the edge of the event, away from the noise and the clinking of glasses. Jack’s head rested on your shoulder, his hand gently holding yours. The world around you two was a blur of celebration, but for a moment, it was just the two of you. You could feel the warmth of his body next to yours, and you knew he was exhausted but content.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere despite the drunken slur. “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better.”
You smiled, “I love you too, Jack. Always.” you leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, the chaos of the celebration melting away in that quiet, peaceful moment.
Jack kissed you back, his smile wide and easy, his heart full of gratitude for the love you shared. This was the life he had always dreamed of—winning the World Series with his childhood team, celebrating with his teammates, and sharing it all with you. Despite the tipsiness, despite the chaos of the day, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
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