The next morning, while cleaning the kitchen, she calls him down. "You called me?" He wraps his arms around her and kisses her. "I did, no I am not asking you to help me clean. I wanted to go over our calendars and important dates since you don't have a game or practice, like our anniversary coming up. And I already have that all planned, we will be relaxing on our own private beach in the Maldives, sun and..."

He interrupts her. "Amaiya, sweetie, I can't go to the Maldives, that's during the playoffs, there's a chance we could win the championship. I'm sorry but I can't leave the team right now." She closes her planner, visibly upset. "Are you kidding me, Chris?! This is our six-year anniversary. Don't you understand how significant that is and we just got engaged, last night! I was looking forward to celebrating all our accomplishments this year with your being drafted, our move, and the completion of my second book. I wanted to show you how much this means, how much you mean to me...I already paid for the trip as a surprise to you. How could you not tell me about when the tournament was? This trip cost eight grand! I..."

She sighs heavily as her eyes begin to tear up as a look of heartbreak crosses her face. He tries to respond but she interrupts him, holding up her hand to stop him. "Don't...just don't. There's nothing you can say to fix this. I guess it meant more to me than it did to you." She is fighting to hold back the tears, but she fails as they start running down her face and she walks away. "I can't believe you." Chris sits in the kitchen alone, a heavy feeling weighing on his heart.

Upstairs, Amaiya calls Kaitlyn. "Chris just cancelled our anniversary trip, I'm so hurt." Kaitlyn sighs heavy over the phone. "I'm sorry, darling did he say why?" She explains what happened and a few minutes later she responds. "Sis, I love you and I am not taking sides but remember you agreed to this lifestyle you're in now. You are the soon to be wife of a professional football player. If his team makes the playoffs that would be one of his greatest accomplishments and in his first year! You did say you were his #1 supporter. Take a few breaths and think about it. You know he loves you more than anything. I am sure he will make it up to you, but don't be mad at Chris for following his dreams, the dreams you say you support him in, it's not fair." She sighs. "Oh my god, I feel horrible. I have to go and talk to him."

Amaiya heads back downstairs to look for Chris but he doesn't answer her. She looks outside to see that his car is gone, and she sighs, running her hands through her hair. She wanted to send him a message, but she didn't know what to say.

Two hours later, she sits in the living room with a glass of wine. She calls Brian, his teammate and emergency contact. "Hey Brian, have you seen Chris? We sort of had a fight earlier and he hasn't been home since." She sips her wine waiting for his response. "Hey Mai, yeah, he was here earlier and was really upset but he left my house 30 minutes ago, he said he knew you would call and to tell you he'd be home eventually. He said he had to get some air and figure it all out." She buries her face in her hands. "Thank you, Brian." She could feel the tears forming again and she sits there, not knowing what to do.

Around 6 pm, she forced herself to the gym to release her emotion. At the gym she attends her class and logs another 30 minutes running on the treadmill. Afterwards, she doesn't feel any better, in fact, she feels worse because she never texted or called him. She makes it home but his car is still not in the driveway. She gets out of her car and notices all the lights are still off in the house, confirming he still wasn't home. She showers, changes, and flops on the couch in the living room. Finally, she texts him.

I'm so sorry, baby. Please come home, I didn't mean to yell like that, it was childish and I'm sorry.

She stares at her phone as the tears continue to fall. "What if he never comes back? What have I done?" She says to herself as she nods off under the mink blanket and his pillow, her tears never ceasing to fall.

Chris finally pulls up and sees her car in the driveway. He avoided all communications because he was upset that he disappointed her so much. Nothing broke his heart more than to see her in tears. When he enters the house, he doesn't hear anything, you could hear a pin drop.

He walks into the living room to see her on the couch, her faced streaked in tears as they fell while she slept. He notices she has his pillow and his t-shirt on. He sits next to her and brushes her hair away from her face. The initial contact causes her to wake up, when she sees Chris she jumps up into his arms. "I'm so so sorry Chris, I didn't mean to..." He tightens his arms around her and kisses her forehead. "I know, baby, but I do owe you an apology. I was waiting for coach to announce the official results before I was going to tell you about the championship. It really looks good that we might make the tourney bracket and when I saw the coverage dates I just didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want to see exactly what I saw, the sheer disappointment on your face like I did. Know that I never meant to hurt you." She shakes her head. "No, it was super selfish for me to not think you'd want to play in the tournament. I have been your #1 supporter since the very beginning, how could I not encourage you to play your heart out and bring the championship home. I want you to focus on making it and then winning it, Chris. You deserve it, baby."

He smiles, gently kissing her hand. "Besides, I was able to get a refund on the vacation since it was still some ways away. I'd rather be cheering you on, anyway." He could see the light in her smile. He pulls her towards him and rubs her back, kissing her forehead. "I was able to fix our little anniversary dilemma, too. As soon as the tournament is over I will whisk you away on a private jet to the Maldives and the Presidential Cabana at the Mandalay Island Resort and Villas. I know the owner and he told me to call with our dates and he will set everything up for us. Five-star treatment and everything. I really am sorry about this morning, it broke my heart to see you so disappointed in me, I went and sat at Canyon Lake for a while. We don't fight often but this one really messed with my head." She sits up to look at him. "Listen, I was hurt but this is your dream, you've been practicing and playing for this opportunity and I should have backed you up, instead I acted like a brat and didn't want to deal with it. I will never do that again. And I wasn't disappointed in you, just upset. Never confuse the two, you know how much I love you. I'll always be your #1 fan, forever and ever."

She presses her lips against his while he wraps his arms around her. "Boy, do I have the sexiest #1 fan, what do you say to a little make up romp in the shower?" She straddles his lap and removes his t-shirt, revealing nothing underneath. "I went to the gym and showered afterwards. How about right here, right now?" For a second, he is shocked and is delayed in his reaction. "You...you weren't wearing anything underneath." She smiles innocently while shaking her head. "Nope, you know, just in case...you know what they say, make up sex is the best kind." She slides her finger between her legs and then places it to his lips. He eagerly licks her finger. "Still as sweet as honey but now that I've tasted the honey, I want the whole pot."

He lays her on the couch and kisses from her collarbone working his way down. She could feel the pulsing between her legs. He teases her by biting her nipples, licking, then placing kisses to them. She runs her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly and he reaches lower and lower. He kisses her inner thigh causing her to jump in anticipation. "Hmm, someone's eager." He kisses the other side and she arches her back. "Please...stop teasing me, baby." Without another word his movements were quick and fast, he is relentless never stopping until she can't take another orgasm. "Stop, baby...please I can't anymore..." She breathes heavily as she looks down at him. He smiles placing a final kiss down there. "I told you I wanted to lick the pot." She nods and pulls him up to face her. "Now...it's my turn." She bites her lip before licking her lips while unbuttoning his pants.

Chris feels a rush of heat when she works her hands against him. He gasps and moans when she wraps her lips around him. Her movements deliberately evil so much so Chris hasn't uttered a word the entire time. She looks up momentarily to see him, eyes closed and his head resting against the couch. He notices that she stopped and she smiles. "No need to ask if you want me to keep going, huh?" She continues, he is more vocal this time. "Mmm...baby, I need you now." She continues working her lips up and down around him. "I'm not going last...I'm going to..." After he climaxes, she licks her fingers, smiling. Watching her causes his mouth to fall open. "Mmm." She presses her lips to his. She pulls back, and he brushes her hair away, his breath still slightly labored. "Now, that we've definitely made up, what now?"