The stage was set. The crowd buzzed with excitement, the cameras scanned the anxious prospects, and Arch Manning sat among them, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee. He had been here before—big moments, high stakes—but this was different. This was the moment. The culmination of years of grinding, the late-night film sessions, the weight of his name, the expectations. And through it all, you had been right by his side.

Then, it happened. The commissioner stepped up to the podium, clearing his throat as he read the card.

"With the [pick number] in the NFL Draft, the Dallas Cowboys select… Arch Manning, quarterback, Texas."

The words hit like a jolt of electricity. The room erupted into cheers, and for a second, Arch just sat there, taking it in. Dallas. His dream team (or... the team Archie wants him in). He could already picture himself in that star-emblazoned helmet, leading the offense, making history.

But before he stood, before he shook hands with the commissioner or held up the iconic Cowboys jersey, his first instinct was to turn to you. The person who had been there since college, through every high and low. His steady anchor. His good luck charm.

A slow grin spread across his face as he met your eyes, something unspoken but understood passing between you. He exhaled a breath of disbelief before murmuring, "It’s real. I’m a Cowboy."

Then, with the world watching, he pulled you into a quick hug, his excitement spilling over before he made his way to the stage. This was just the beginning of the next chapter—and he wouldn’t want to start it without you.