Bradford's Orders Book Two The Legacy Series

Epilogue

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Epilogue

Holly

The roar of the crowd rolled through me like thunder, but I barely noticed the noise. My heart was louder.

I sat in the end zone with Sawyer and Madeline - same as before. Same seats. Same field. Same sun slicing across the bleachers. Tempy was nestled between us, legs swinging in her little team jersey, fingers sticky from cotton candy.

And just like that day... the last day... the one that went so terribly wrong... I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Out on the field, the team poured through the tunnel, shoulder pads, helmets, family pride stitched into every jersey. The announcer's voice boomed overhead, echoing across the stands, stirring cheers and whistles and the stomping of feet.

I saw Brady first, nudging his cousin like before. Then they broke away from the pack, sprinting toward the end zone with the kind of joy only boys with too much adrenaline and too little fear could manage.

Tempy bounced up, squealing. "Brady!"

He spotted us and grinned, his cleats barely making a sound as he slid to a stop near the railing.

And just like that first time, he leaned over, winked, and kissed my cheek. "Bradford's orders," he said with a smirk.

The words hit me like a punch and a hug all at once. My stomach fluttered, that old worry curling in the corners of my mind.

But not today.

Because this time was different.
I looked past Brady and found him.

Bradford.

Number twelve. Helmet in hand. Sun glinting off the sweat on his brow and that cocky smile tucked in the corner of his mouth. He looked up into the stands, not at the crowd, not at the cameras, but at us. At me.
And then, slowly, he climbed up onto the ledge of the end zone barrier, right below our seats.

He nodded first at Sawyer, then at Madeline. At his family. His legacy.

Then he turned to me.

I couldn't breathe.

He reached for my hand and pulled me gently forward until I was on my feet, trembling, tears already pooling. He helped me over the barrier like I weighed nothing at all, his hands sure and steady, like they always were.
And then...

Right there, in the end zone. With the entire stadium watching.

He dropped to one knee.

Everything stilled.

The wind. The crowd. The ache I'd carried for far too long.

"Holly," he said, voice rough and real, "I didn't exactly ask you before. And everything moved too fast, too soon, without giving you the safety and the future you deserved. But now... after everything... I know who I am. And I know who we are."

His hand squeezed mine.

"So I'm asking this time, with my whole heart, and my whole life in your hands. Will you marry me?"

I couldn't even speak.

I nodded, over and over, and whispered, "Yes."

He slipped the ring onto my finger as the Jumbotron lit up with our faces. And when he stood and kissed me, slow and deep, the entire stadium exploded in celebration.

I felt it all.
The past.
The pain.
The healing.
The future.

Wrapped up in one perfect moment, in one man's arms, with my daughter clapping beside me and our family cheering around us.

This time, everything was right.
And I knew, truly knew, that no matter where we went from here, we were already home.

Just beyond the end zone, on the sideline, Milo stood in uniform, helmet in one hand, that signature calm on his face. He didn't join the noise or the crowd. He just watched, a quiet smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as the couple at the center of it all kissed under the spotlight of the stadium lights.

Then his gaze shifted.

He turned just slightly, lifting his eyes to the family suites above the field, where the rest of the Bradford clan stood pressed against the glass, faces bright, voices rising in shared joy.

And in that sea of family...
His eyes found her.
Georgia.

She stood back from the glass, arms folded, eyes fixed on him like she'd been waiting. Like she knew.

They didn't smile. Didn't wave. Didn't move.

They just... held each other's gaze.

And in that silent exchange, between the roar of the crowd and the stillness of something just beginning, a new story quietly sparked to life.

The game may be over...
but for Georgia, her Quest is just beginning.

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