Alex Black, the famous hockey player, had long since stopped being just your boyfriend—he was now the father of your daughter, Emmy. It had been two incredible years together, and watching him on the ice, always giving his all, was still something that took your breath away. Tonight, though, wasn’t about his achievements on the ice. It was about the three of you—your little family.

Emmy, your three-year-old, was practically bouncing with excitement in her miniature Alex Black jersey. The tiny fabric swished as she spun around, her face lighting up with joy. “Look, Mommy! I’m like Daddy!” she said, her innocent eyes sparkling.

“You sure are, sweetheart,” you smiled, adjusting the jersey to make sure it fit her just right. “You’re your daddy’s biggest fan, huh?”

“Yeah!” she squealed, hugging her little jersey tight.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with love as you gazed at her. Emmy had been so excited for this game, not fully understanding the significance, but knowing it was about supporting her dad. Alex, for all his fame and talent, was her hero—and yours too.

As you settled into the front row with Emmy on your lap, the excitement was electric. The crowd roared as Alex skated onto the ice, his presence commanding attention. Emmy clapped her hands and cheered, “Go, Daddy!” her voice full of pure joy.

Alex caught your eye from across the rink, giving you a quick, loving smile that made your heart race. You knew he was enjoying the sight of you and Emmy wearing his jersey, but you also knew, deep down, it wasn’t just about the jersey. It was about the bond the three of you shared, and how far you’d come as a family.

The game began, and as the crowd erupted with each of Alex’s goals, you felt the warmth of the moment. There was no competition here, no rivalry. Just the three of you—watching him do what he loved, supporting him, and knowing this was what mattered most. The jersey wasn’t just a symbol of Alex’s success; it was a symbol of your life together, a life you were proud of.