NFL&NBA Prefrences & Imagines II **[REQUESTS NOW CLOSED]**

He Loses The Super Bowl-[Cam Newton]

A/N: Super Bowl Sunday gave me some inspiration. Checking mistakes later.

You watched the TV nervously. Super Bowl L was an anticipated showdown between an old-style quarterback and his new-age counterpart, your husband, Cameron Newton. Your mother beside you rested a reassuring hand on top of yours as if she could sense your uneasiness. "I know you wanted to be there [Y/N]" she started, "but Cam knows that you love him and support him from miles away."

After giving birth a week ago, your doctor prompted you about activities you shouldn't do for specific time frames, the first one: No flying for the next two weeks, due to "high risk for blood clots", and blah blah, blah-"six to eight weeks postpartum" and more information you didn't bother to listen to because you were so busy cursing out the doctor (Cam sheepishly apologized to the physician for your behavior as he left the room). After Carolina's 15-1 season you were extremely disappointed you wouldn't be able to make the biggest game of the year. You and Cam discussed the matter the next day, calmly and with no yelling at the hospital workers. He promised that if you stayed home in Carolina with your adorable, baby boy, Chosen, he would bring you back a shiny Lombardi Trophy which made you grin in delight. 

 "...and Super Bowl 50 is underway!"

You hadn't realized you missed the rest of the introduction ceremony until everyone had crowded around the television to watch the ball be punted down the field. Denver took the opening kickoff and started out strong, driving down the field. You were confident after the Panthers managed to hold them to a field goal on the drive; however, when the Panthers offense' came out, the Broncos' D proved why they were the #1 defense in the NFL.

-   -   -

Your family had cleaned up for the night, and offered as many kind words and hugs as possible to you before they left. Tonight had been long and taxing. From the first time the Panthers set foot on the field, they hadn't seemed their usual selves. To come this far to lose, hurt. As a fan you felt terrible, but you couldn't imagine the pain the team was going through. Just as you reached the phone to call Cam, his interview came on. Reporters' camera's flashed rapidly in his face. Cam sat at the podium, his black hoodie over his sullen face. You heart ached for your husband.

Everything he had worked for.

His voice was strained, his eyes were tired. Only a few minutes in, he came to his breaking point.

"I don't know what you want me to say, I'm sorry."

Dejected, he left the podium behind with the noisy press. Right after the post game interview, the sport's analysts began to dog on him for his so called ' childish attitude.' 

"He's not educated, he obviously can't handle losing with any class."

"The game is not all about you!"

"This guy is full of flaws, get him out the league."

"He must have been practicing his fumbles in pre-game."

All of it was too much, and you simply could not take it anymore. You turned the television off, the remote in your hand being slammed down on the coffee table in pure anger. Tears came to your eyes. You could tell Cam was upset, but it wasn't because he thought his team did bad, it was because he thought he did bad. Even when others were at fault for errors made on the field, Cam took responsibility and burdened himself.

That was his flaw.

- - -

The next day, you completed avoided social media. Some people thought Cam was so selfish that he would take money to let Peyton win, over sharing an once-and-a-lifetime experience with his team, others thought him wearing golden cleats distracted him from his practicing, some even went as far to say you and Chosen were to blame ("How could we be a distraction to him from across the country?" you wondered).

You were quietly watching some cheesy movie while you fed Chosen when the front door opened. Cam came through the living room, Nike bags in tow. He went upstairs, leaving the room in a blissful silence that you had always provided for Chosen to sleep peacefully. Your heart throbbed painfully, but you gave Cam time to be alone- it wasn't everyday you lost the biggest game in the world in front of billions of people. He felt ashamed, and you could've even began to fathom how he didn't crack in front of the fans after a terrible game.

Not long after you put Chosen to sleep for his afternoon nap, Cam came downstairs, not saying a word before he rested his head on your lap. His long, muscular arms snaked around your waist; his body becoming racked with choked sobs as he cried silently then louder, not caring about the volume of the cries leaving his lips. You felt the hot tears moisten your leggings, as his breathing became ragged. Never had Cam been this upset, but this is what he needed. You rubbed your hand up and down his back, encouraging him to let it all out. He trembled as he released the built up emotion and stress of the game.  A few tears couldn't help but fall from your tear-filled eyes.

You don't know how long you sat there, but you wouldn't interrupt him until he was done.

Once his breathing was able to steady again, he sat up, his eyes red and puffy. "If I disappointed you-" "Cam" you interrupted, "You did AMAZING. I would never be disappointed in you." You wiped of the trail of tears of his face. "[Y/N], I played terrible" he sighed, "I disappointed my fans." "You did your best, that's what I'm proud of." He pressed his warms lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Those three words didn't need to be said, because you both already knew.

There were always going to be haters that would try to bring you two down and tear you apart because they were salty they couldn't have Cam as their husband, or their husband's team  could never beat the Panthers ("Huh, it's too bad they don't make bandaids for feelings").

He gave you his signature smile.

"Let's knock em' dead next year" he boasted.