Red Dreams

Chapter 13

The trophy lift was pretty special. As usual, and with any trophy lift, the players made their way up the steps of Wembley, but instead of wearing their football jerseys, they wore shirts with a special design of Dylan, his shirt number printed on each of them and the name of Travis beaming on the back for the whole world to see. Once at the top, Stevie heaved the trophy into the air, making the entire red section of Wembley shake with enjoyment. Each player in turn got their hands on the trophy and lifted it into the sky, some placed their lips on it and haughtily greeted it like an old friend; which I guess in a sense it was. The last time we'd won it was back in 2006, we hadn't seen much success in the FA cup since.

I stood and watched my team, well they were more than a team, they were a family to me now. I stood there, tears glistening in my eyes stood next to my mum, dad, Lexa, Jay and Aaron staring up at the Wembley walk way as all the lads got their hands on the trophy. And I had a thought there and then of part of a poem in which I'd heard about Liverpool before:

"Whenever life gets tiresome, I know how to see me through. I simply think of Anfield, a place where dreams come true."

Those words meant so much. Whether it be Anfield, our renowned place of worship, or whether it be the team itself; standing here at Wembley knowing that they've made everyone back on Merseyside so incredibly happy and proud and being aware of the battles of reality we as a club have had to face along the way, to have an outcome such as a win in a cup final really proves how far we've come. And to think as well that in a week's time our last game of the season at home to Chelsea will determine whether we will bag our 19th league title is an outstanding success. Anfield has and always will be a place where dreams are made and a place where we stand together side by side ready to battle to the very end.

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The week before the concluding day of the Premier League was pretty hectic. Myself and Jay had taken our final exams at University, despite Jay's very poor attendance this semester. I was hoping I'd done my best, I didn't hold very much hope for Jay... But on the bright side, he'd been having a chat with Brendan Rodgers after the cup final and Brendan had personally put in a word with the museum at Anfield after realising the love and passion Jay held for the club. He'd been given a trial run which we were all completely impressed with. Then there was the belated christening of Mason and Dylan in which myself and Jordan had been made god-parents.

Then there were the continuous wedding preparations which were going pretty well. I'd at first tried my wedding dress on in a store in London, but I'd taken it back home with me and Lexa had insisted I try it on because she liked the look of it so much.

I smoothed down the front of my dress and stepped out of Lexa's room. She was sat on the couch, both the twins fast asleep in their crib next to her. She looked up from it and grinned at me, a little squeal escaping her mouth.

"I mean, it'll look better when I have my hair and make up done, obviously," I grimaced and ran my hand through my tousled brown hair.

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful," I could see Lexa's eyes filling with tears as she came over and admired the dress. It was called a Mermaid Sweetheart Organza satin gown and it was ruffled around the corset and protruded into a train about half way down my thigh. It had that lovely texture to it, so soft and gentle.

"Don't cry," I chuckled, patting her on the head.

"You're growing up though, babe," she wiped her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm growing up? You have the twins!"

"Whatever," she sniffed. "You know what I mean."

I pulled her into a hug and chuckled at her happy tears. Jay's bedroom door then opened up and he walked out nonchalantly, whistling to himself. He then stopped half way on his way to the bathroom and looked at us both, the whistling from his lips stopped and was instead replaced by a proud smile.

"Wow," Jay blinked and I beamed at him.

"You think it looks okay?" I asked.

He just looked at me in a dumbfounded fashion, like he'd literally lost his voice.

"You know, you've actually made Jay speechless. Congratulations," Lexa said, wiping her eyes and putting her arm around my waist.

"Can I...I don't know," Jay shook his head. And I swear at that moment I saw water glisten on the surface of his eyes. "I love you so much."

He then vaulted over the couch and came over to the both of us and wrapped us in a tight hug. We were the ultimate trio.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered and kissed the top of my head.

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Jay is like the elderly brother Bea never thought she'd ever have. Tell me what you guys think of Red Dreams so far as its nearing the conclusion :)

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