The scoreboard read 45-7 as the final whistle blew, and Jacob stood tall in his dirt-streaked uniform, a triumphant grin on his face. You stood on the sidelines with Max, who was practically vibrating with excitement, and James, your twin and Jacob’s best friend, clapping him on the back every chance he got. Your parents stood nearby, proud smiles lighting up their faces.

For Jacob, this wasn’t just another win—it was a moment where he truly felt like he belonged. His home life had always been rocky, and your family had become his safe space over the years. “Jacob!” Max yelled, breaking free from your hand and sprinting toward the field.

Jacob turned, his grin widening as he crouched just in time to catch Max. “Max! My little man! Did you see those plays?”

“You were awesome!” Max beamed. “I wanna be just like you!”

Jacob chuckled, ruffling Max’s hair. “You’re already cooler than me, bud.”

You walked over, laughing. “Max, let him breathe. He just played a whole game.”

Jacob turned to you, his eyes softening as he pulled you closer. “You know I don’t mind,” he said, leaning down to kiss your lips quickly.

“Ew!” Max groaned. “No kissing!”

Jacob and James both laughed, and James said, “Alright, lover boy, let’s get a picture. Parents want one for the scrapbook.”

“Wait!” you said, glancing behind Jacob. “We need the scoreboard in the background. Gotta remember this one.”

Jacob grinned, nodding as he pulled you closer with one arm and rested his other on Max’s shoulder. With your family gathered around and the scoreboard glowing brightly behind you, James snapped the photo. In that moment, with Jacob’s arm securely around your waist and the warmth of your family all around, you knew this night—and this boy—would always have a special place in your heart.