"Justin, baby, are you okay?" I asked, entering the bedroom.
My boyfriend of one year stood in front of our full-body mirror in his football kit, shaking his hands and exhaling loudly.
Today was his big game and I knew he had been fretting about it for the past couple of days, always trying to get some extra training in.
"Uh, yeah. Just a little nervous is all." He explained, turning to look at me.
Justin was good at everything, a pro without practice, so I had no idea why he was a bundle of nerves at this very moment.
I smiled sympathetically and walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You are going to be great, you always are."
He turned around to look at me and held my hips, "Coach has been up my ass all season about this game, if I screw this up, I don't know what I'll do."
Cupping his cheeks, we made direct eye contact. He needed to realise that he was nothing to be anxious about. He was going to kill it out there and make me and everybody else proud.
"Justin, you are captain for a reason. Coach sees your potential and that's why he pushes you. Don't worry about what's going to happen out on the field today because I know you'll be great."
Smiling down at me, he leant to give me a kiss. "Thank you for all the support, babe, really. I know how annoying my training times and games are for you."
"You're doing what you love so of course I'm going to support you. You strive for success and that's what you receive," I grinned, "Now go kick ass."
He returned the grin before picking me up and spinning me around, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
