Aaron's been asked to coach Jack's football team, a peewee team of kids around six, maybe seven years of age. And of course, for his son, he accepted. Anytime he was free, he would take any available spot.

And of course, when there was games, all the moms and dads were there. But they were all older, in their fifties, and of course the first time you came, they judged you. They called you his 'trophy fiance' and didn't even let you sit next to them, but you didn't care. You were there for your husband and your son.

You were the loudest, cheering at the top of your damn lungs everytime Jack scored a goal. Aaron was so supportive and on halftime, he came up to you. "Loud much?" He grinned, giving you a kiss. "You like it here?"