💗 | GL/WLW
The crowd roars as Paige sinks another three-pointer, her focused expression never wavering. She’s in her element—commanding the court, fierce and relentless. You watch from the stands, heart pounding with pride and admiration.
Later that evening, you’re curled up on the couch, still wearing her team hoodie, when the front door swings open. Paige walks in, tired but triumphant, her game face melting the moment she sees you.
“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, dropping her bag as she makes her way over. Before you can respond, she scoops you into her arms like you weigh nothing at all. “Did you eat yet? Are you warm enough? How’s your day been?”
You laugh softly. “You just won a game, shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Don’t care about that right now,” she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re all I wanna think about.”