The sound of the cheering crowd was deafening, a wall of noise that vibrated through your chest. You gripped the edge of the open-top bus, gazing out at the sea of Dodgers fans lining the streets of Los Angeles. The energy was electric, a wave of blue and white that stretched as far as you could see, all here to celebrate the Dodgers’ World Series victory.
Your heart swelled with pride as you glanced at Freddie, your husband, who was standing beside you. He had one arm around your waist, his other hand waving to the jubilant crowd. His infamous grin was boyish and full of joy, the kind of smile that melted your heart every time.
“Can you believe this?” you asked, raising your voice to be heard over the chants of “Let’s go, Dodgers!”
Freddie leaned down slightly, his lips brushing your ear. “Nope,” he chuckled. “This is insane!”
The bus rolled slowly down the street, confetti raining down from above in a cascade of silver and blue. You laughed as a piece of it stuck to Freddie’s hair, reaching up to pluck it free. His eyes twinkled as he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his lips for a quick kiss.
“Thanks,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.
“You’re welcome, MVP.”
Freddie shook his head with a grin. “You know, I wouldn’t have gotten through this season without you.”
You felt a rush of warmth flood your chest. “Stop,” you teased. “You were amazing. You hit the first ever walk off grand slam in World Series history, all I did was have late night calls with you while you were away."
He smiled. “It was a lot more than that.” His expression turned serious. “You’ve been my rock, Y/N.”
Your heart fluttered, but before you could respond, a roar from the crowd drew your attention. Fans were holding up signs— MVP and World Series Champions.
"I can't belive I'm actually here right now, it felt like just a little while ago we were doing this in Atlanta and now he we are in our home state.
Freddie looked down at you, "tell me about it, after years of people saying that LA couldn't win a real World Series and now here we are."
You couldn’t hold back your smile. "Honestly just along for the ride.”
“Maybe.” He chuckled. “But I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”
As the bus rounded a corner, the team hoisted the World Series trophy high above their heads. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment. You could barely contain your joy as Freddie grabbed the trophy next, turning to show it off with pride. He looked back at you with an expression that could only be described as pure happiness.
“Here,” he said, holding it out to you.
You blinked. “Me?”
“Yes, you!” He grinned wider. “Hold it with me.”
Your fingers trembled slightly as you wrapped them around the cold metal. The weight of the trophy was nothing compared to the weight of the journey it represented—the long hours, the sacrifices, the highs and lows. Together, you and Freddie raised it for the crowd, your smiles matching in pure elation.
The noise was deafening as cameras clicked, capturing you both frozen in time as champions—not just on the field but in life together.
Freddie turned to you as the cheers swelled. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his eyes full of everything words couldn’t say.
“I love you too,” you replied, tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
And as the parade rolled on, confetti filling the sky, you knew this was one of the best days of your life.
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