The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the VIP lounge at Nelson Road Stadium. It was bustling with people—players, staff, and the familiar circle of the WAGs, the wives and girlfriends of AFC Richmond’s finest. You’d been here for nearly six months now, tagging along when your Uncle Ted had taken the job in the UK, and the group had taken you in like one of their own. You weren’t just “Coach’s niece” to them; you were the girl who brought a little extra energy to game nights, who captured behind-the-scenes moments on your social media, and who’d somehow managed to get Jamie Tartt to settle down.

Tonight, you were still buzzing from Richmond’s 3-0 win, and the cozy VIP lounge had turned into a post-match celebration. Your phone was buzzing nonstop with notifications as you posted stories from the match—a close-up of the fans’ roaring cheers, a quick pan over the field, and a snap of Jamie mid-action. Fans loved the insider content, and they loved it even more when you managed to get Jamie on camera. He was normally private, but he’d make an exception or two when you asked, especially if it was a candid shot or something sweet.

Keely was by your side, nudging you with her elbow as you watched the story go live, the views ticking up by the hundreds in seconds. “You’re like the unofficial Richmond ambassador at this point,” she teased, grinning. “I bet half the stadium was waiting for that post!”

Across the room, Jamie was talking to a couple of the other players, but he kept throwing glances your way. His smirk softened every time he looked over, a mix of affection and pride written all over his face. It was one of the things that still made your heart flip—how Jamie, for all his bravado and tough guy image, had this softer side that he only really showed around you.

You were just slipping your phone back into your bag when you felt a hand at your waist, Jamie’s familiar warmth at your side. He leaned in, flashing you that boyish grin he usually reserved just for you.