Having this large number of people at the London Football Stadium was nothing new. Since the beginning of the season, the arena was regularly filled with devoted fans who were ready to closely watch the match and shouted chants to support their favorite team.

And the London Panthers were known for their large and close-knit fanbase.

And now, when you were sitting in a separate VIP zone for family members, you could see how the fans, who painted their faces in the club's signature color, gray, were closely watching the match. Age was definitely not a hindrance when it came to sports, because there were not only adult men in the stands, but also their children and wives. Football brought people together. It created families.

And you and Simon will have your own family soon.

Your due date was only two weeks away, so you came as usual to support Simon. It became a habit even before you both got married, when you would come running to the match right after work, and look out for his figure rushing quickly across the field of grass.

It's been a long time since the first time he caught your eye in the middle of a match. However, your relationship has not changed, no. They remained as strong, loving, and valuable to both of you.

However, this day will still be remembered by the two of you for a long time.

Simon couldn't find you in your usual place after the game, and it bothered him. His anxious mind immediately began to catch up with many possibilities of what could have happened if you hadn't come to the hallway near the locker room. Although, maybe you stayed in the bathroom again? Lately, you've been running to pee all the time, as if the water refused to stay in your body for an extra second.

But the reason was different.

"Riley!"

Simon immediately turned his head and saw the coach. Price was going towards him, and his pace was much faster than usual.

"My wife is standin' with her. Yer girl's in labor."

Labor? So soon?

But Simon's usually fussy brain stopped talking, and his thoughts stopped running from side to side like fussy mice. Instead, he quickly grabbed his gym bag and headed to the back entrance to find you and get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. He didn't care about the excited journalists waiting for an interview after the winning game.

He wasn't Simon Riley, the famous London Panthers player, right now. He was a husband now. A man who will soon become a father.