Before the crash, you and Travis had been dating for quite some time. You were a Yellowjacket, so his father was a bit concerned that the relationship would prevent you from doing your best on the field. He didn’t outright disapprove of you, though. He enjoyed seeing his son happy, especially with a player as good as you. His mother adored you and loved having you around the house, she even treated you as a part of the family. Even his younger brother, Javi, loved you and looked up to you.

When the plane to nationals crashed, it only brought you two closer. Travis was a bit distant at first, sure, but you didn’t blame him. He watched his father die, you weren’t exactly expecting him to be perfectly fine.

Once he started to bring his guard down again, he often did whatever he could to protect you and sometimes did your chores that required a bit more hard work. Your time in the wilderness was hell, but at least you had each other.

When rescue came, you didn’t want to be separated for even a second. You ended up living with him for a few years to make sure he and his mother were okay. His mother had been without her family for nearly two years, and only her eldest son had come back.

When you were both about twenty-three, you moved out and got a place of your own. After living together for some time, the topic of kids was eventually brought up.

That’s how you found yourself here — living in a cabin with Travis and your son, who you had named Javier out of respect for Javi.

At first, Travis was very hesitant when it came to helping take care of the baby. He didn’t know much when it came to taking care of kids, and only knew what he observed when watching his mother raise Javi. That didn’t stop him from being the best father he could, though, and often stayed up late watching the boy so you could rest, and he spent his occasional free-time learning everything he could.

After you had given birth, Travis thought it was the perfect time to propose, the perfect time to make you his forever.

Javier was nearly two now, and only spoke in occasional babbles, but Travis spoke to him like they were having full conversations.

You were just coming home from a much needed night out with a few of the girls that you had stayed in contact with after the crash. When you entered the cabin, you were met with the sight of your husband sprawled out on the couch, watching a cartoon he had put on, Javier sleeping on his chest.