𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘: Bronny James

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Sophia's POV:

The living room of the James house was full of laughter, music, and warmth. The smell of food drifted in from the kitchen, and the sound of soft R&B played in the background. It was the kind of atmosphere that made you forget about everything outside the walls—like the world had slowed down just for us.

Baby Bryson was in Gloria's arms, and she looked at him as if she had known him her whole life. Her smile was so wide, so proud, that I couldn't help but smile too. It was the first time I was meeting Bronny's grandmother, and even though I had been a little nervous, she hugged me like family right away.

"Such a strong little boy," Gloria said, rocking Bryson gently, her voice full of love. "Just like his daddy."

Bronny chuckled beside her, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was a little embarrassed. Seeing him like that made my heart swell.

On the other side of the room, my parents were sitting with LeBron and Savannah. My mom, Elisabeth, was laughing at something LeBron had said, and my dad, Samuel, looked like he was still processing the fact that LeBron James was sitting across from him, talking to him like an old friend. I caught my dad glancing at me once, his expression soft, like he was quietly telling me he approved.

Angeline, of course, was all smiles, taking a hundred pictures with Bryson when she finally got the chance to hold him. "Look at my nephew!" she squealed, planting a kiss on his cheek. Bryson scrunched his little face, and everyone laughed.

The room was alive with so much love. Families meeting, stories being shared, laughter overlapping laughter. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel nervous about the future. I felt safe. I felt like I belonged.

After a while, I excused myself and slipped outside into the garden. The evening air was cool, and the sky had turned shades of pink and purple as the sun set. I took a deep breath, letting the quiet wrap around me. The garden looked just as beautiful as I remembered it—the flowers, the lights, the little stone path. This was the very place where Bronny and I first met. Back then, I had no idea my life was about to change forever.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"Found you," Bronny's voice said softly.

I smiled as he walked over, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed. He stood next to me, close enough that our arms brushed. For a moment, we just stood there, looking out at the garden in silence.

"You know," he said after a while, "I still remember the first time I saw you right here. I didn't know your name, I didn't know anything about you... but something in me knew you were gonna matter to me."

His words made my throat tighten. I turned to look at him, and his eyes were already on me, warm and steady.

"I was so nervous that night," I admitted with a small laugh. "I never imagined... all of this." I gestured toward the house, where we could still hear laughter and music. "Us. Our families. Bryson."

Bronny reached for my hand and held it, his thumb brushing against my skin. "It's crazy, right? Everything we've been through. The good, the bad... it all brought us here."

I nodded, blinking back the tears that wanted to come. "I'm glad it did."

He smiled then, that smile that always made my heart race, the one that felt like it was meant only for me. "Me too. I don't care what happens next, Sophia. As long as I've got you and Bryson, I know I'll be okay."

The tears finally fell, and I let out a shaky laugh. "You're gonna make me cry."

Bronny squeezed my hand and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Then let me cry with you."

I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. The world seemed to fade away as he held me close, his heartbeat steady against mine.

When I finally pulled back, I looked around the garden again. "It's funny," I whispered. "This is where it started. And now, it feels like... this is where everything finally makes sense."

Bronny smiled down at me, his eyes shining. "Then it's only right we make another promise here."

I tilted my head. "A promise?"

He nodded. "That no matter what, we'll keep choosing each other. Every day. For us, for Bryson, for everything we've built."

I felt my heart swell so full I thought it might burst. I nodded, tears still falling, but this time they were happy. "I promise."

He pulled me into another kiss, slow and tender, like he was sealing that promise in the very place where we first began.

And in that moment, under the fading sunset in LeBron's garden, I knew—we had come full circle. Our story wasn't ending. It was only just beginning.

THE END!

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