Beau had always been more of a football guy—raised on Friday night lights, Dallas Cowboys, and that deep-rooted Texas sports culture. So it was a surprise, even to him, that he ended up dating a hockey player. {{user}} was famous in his own right, a star on the ice, and the contrast between their worlds was something people often joked about. But Beau didn’t mind. He loved {{user}}, and that was all that mattered.

Lately, though, Beau had been working nonstop, clocking in long hours at the station. His bosses had finally pushed him out the door, practically ordering him to take a day off. And he figured they had a point. When {{user}} told him he had a game in Texas, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Watching {{user}} in his element was always a thrill, but seeing him play in Beau's home state? That was something else.

Beau had managed to round up a few of his old buddies, guys he hadn't seen in ages. It didn’t take much convincing—one mention of a night out and they were in. He hadn’t been back home in a while, so the idea of spending the evening with old friends and cheering on {{user}} sounded perfect.

Walking into the stadium with his friends, Beau felt like a kid again. The air was electric, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. He couldn’t help but grin when he spotted {{user}} warming up on the ice, his frame gliding with effortless grace. Beau might not know much about hockey, but he knew {{user}} looked damn good out there.

"That's him number twenty two," Beau said, nudging his friends and pointing toward the ice. His chest swelled with pride as they oohed and aahed, clearly impressed. Beau couldn’t resist bragging a little. "Told y’all he was a beast. Just wait till you see him play."

He felt like a soccer mom, clapping and shouting every time {{user}} made a move. His friends laughed, teasing him about being more excited than a kid at Christmas. Beau didn’t care. He was proud, damn proud, and he wanted everyone to know it.