In which the rookie Ben Gal falls for Cincinnati's number one quarterback.
Now that football season is upon us I thought it would be fun to write a little Joe Burrow story.
Started: October 12, 2024
Finished: May 18, 2025
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The sky over Cincinnati was a canvas of soft blue and streaks of peach when the first guests began arriving at the riverside venue. White folding chairs lined the lawn, each adorned with delicate sprigs of baby's breath and eucalyptus. An arch of white roses and silk ribbons stood at the front, the river glistening behind it.
Inside, Alessandra stood in front of a full-length mirror, her wedding dress flowing around her like water. The strapless satin gown fit her like a dream, its elegant train trailing behind her. Her hair was swept up into a low, romantic bun, pearl pins glinting in the soft morning light.
She turned as Harlow and Chloe stepped into the bridal suite.
"Holy hell," Chloe whispered, eyes wide. "You look like a movie star."
Harlow blinked back tears. "You look like someone about to ruin every other bride's wedding photos."
Alessandra laughed, though her hands trembled. "I'm either about to cry or throw up."
Harlow walked over and took her hands gently. "You're marrying the love of your life. Breathe. Let it sink in."
A soft knock came at the door, followed by her wedding planner poking her head in. "It's time."
Joe stood at the front of the aisle in a black tux, nerves buzzing through his chest like static. His hands were clasped behind his back, eyes locked on the pathway leading toward him.
Ja'Marr stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder. "Breathe, man."
"I am," Joe said.
"No, like—actually breathe."
Joe gave a shaky laugh. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."
Music began — soft piano notes followed by strings as the bridesmaids started down the aisle in flowing green gowns.
Then the music changed.
And everyone rose.
There she was.
Alessandra appeared, her arm looped through her brother's, her eyes already locked with Joe's. She looked radiant, ethereal, like something pulled out of a dream. Joe's breath caught, his throat tightening.
