Baltimore Ravens' Scenario Book.

He's Stressed-[Daryl Smith]

[Y/D/N]-Your Daughter's Name

Your heart dropped as the New England Patriots were going to advance further into the play-offs. All the cameras went to Daryl walking off the field. His head was hung down.

The Ravens were now eliminated from the playoffs. That was the last you saw of him on the tv, he did no interviews, he didn't talk to the other team; nothing.

...

Daryl walked back into the house, not acknowledging you. He got a beer out the fridge, then sat on the couch. It was eleven o'clock at night, and your five year old would never sleep until her dad got home. [Y/D/N] came running into the room, excited to tell her dad about her day. "Daddy! You're back! I have so much stuff to tell you!" she rambled on. Daryl, however, didn't seem to be in the mood. She ran around the living-room. "[Y/D/N], can you stop-" "Daddy, look what I won at school!" She held up a fake diamond ring, still talking. You were going to say something, but Daryl snapped. "[Y/D/N]! Shut up!" [Y/D/N] instantly became quiet, her eyes welled with tears. She ran out the room, the salty water running down her face. "What the hell, Daryl!" His face dropped, to know that he had just made his daughter cry, crushed him. "I'll go talk to her.." you said. He was still sitting there when you left. Your daughter was laying in her bed crying, the doll Daryl had got her for her birthday, was on the floor. "Honey are you okay?" She lifted her face off her pillow. "Daddy's mad at me.." You went and sat next down on the bed. "No he's not.." You stroked her hair. Daryl came in the room. [Y/D/N], moved closer to you. "Daddy hates me" she muttered into your lap.

Daryl sat on the end of the bed. He wiped her wet cheeks. "No, I don't baby, daddy has just been very frustrated lately. I shouldn't have yelled at you, that's not a good way to express myself. I'm sorry. Can you please forgive me?" [Y/D/N] got up and hugged him. "That's my girl." He gave her a kiss and tucked her in. In her hands, he put the doll. "Goodnight princess." She sniffled. "Goodnight daddy." With that he closed the door. You went into the bathroom and ran him a nice hot bath. You were about to leave the bathroom until he grasped your wrist. "Join me?" You nodded. Both of you stripped down, and got in the large tub. You lathered his shoulders with lavender body wash. He didn't care if he was using women's body-wash, he didn't care about anything right now. His muscles were tense. Your hands ran over his scalp. "Try to relax." He let out a breath. "I can't [Y/N]. I'm tired of all it.." You rinsed the soap off of him, the beads of water running down his chiseled body.

"Tired of what?" "All of this..Why does everything have to be so complicated? People bombarding us for pictures, the critics, the pressure to take the team all the way to the championship. Every. Single. Year." He shook his head. "All I want is to play a sport that I love without the all pressure, I just wish life was simple again.." You got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around yourself. You grabbed another towel from the rack, this time handing it to him. His nerves were wracked right now. "Come on you need some sleep." He went into the bedroom, got dressed and was laying face down on the bed before you. You got on top of him; your hands working out the kinks in his shoulders. "I don't want to say it, but whatever you do will never be enough to them. The fans will always want more, and the critics will keep trying to put you down. But you have to remember that even when it gets rough, your family is still here for you. You know that right?" You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, and I love you two for that." "I love you too. Now, how about we go on a vacation? Just me, you and [Y/D/N]?" He finally smiled. "That sounds great."