It's the day of the highly anticipated Super Bowl, and the whole city is buzzing with excitement. The Buffalo Bills are facing off against the Washington Commanders in a nail-biting match-up.

Before leaving the house, I grab my brand-new custom-made jacket, the one with Jayden's name and number emblazoned on the back in bold letters.

The jacket is made of soft, high-quality material, and I slip it on, instantly feeling a sense of comfort and pride. I'm ready to support my man in style.

I take a moment to survey myself in the mirror. I look the part of a dedicated football fan, with my jersey, jacket, and gloves all coordinated to match his team colors.

I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Tonight is the night Jayden has been working towards for years, and I can't wait to cheer him on in person.

I grab my bag and keys and head out the door, ready to face the cold and the crowds.

As I drive to the stadium, I can see that the city is electric with excitement. Fans are streaming towards the stadium, the air filled with the sound of car horns and laughter.

I arrive at the stadium, holding my on-field pass in hand. It's a privilege few fans get, giving me access to the inner workings of the stadium and an up-close look at the players before the game.

I show my pass to the security guard at the entrance, and he motions for me to head through.

I step onto the field, where the atmosphere is already electric. The players are all doing their usual pre-game routines, stretching and warming up.

I scan the field, my heart racing with anticipation. I can see Jayden, standing on the sideline and chatting with his teammates.

As I approach, I see that there's a rope separating the sideline from the fans, preventing me from getting too close. Jayden, seeing my predicament, jogs over to me, hopping over the rope and wrapping me in a tight embrace.

He pulls me close, his strong arms around me, and I can feel his rapid heartbeat against my own chest. "You made it," he says, his voice low and urgent. I nod, feeling a little breathless from the intensity of the moment. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," I tell him, my voice barely above a whisper.

He holds me tighter, burying his face in my hair. "I'm nervous," he confesses, his voice muffled. I rub his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. "You're going to do great," I say, trying to sound reassuring. "You were born for this."

We hold our embrace for a moment longer, before we feel the presence of a camera man standing just a few feet away, snapping pictures. Jayden pulls back, his arm still around my waist. He gives the camera man a nod, and the man raises his camera, taking a few quick shots.

Seeing the camera man's signal, Jayden pulls me closer again, his gaze intense. He cups my face in his hands, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Camera flashes go off around us, capturing the passion and intensity of the kiss.

As we break the kiss, I'm left a little breathless, my body humming with excitement. I can see the look on Jayden's face, a mixture of determination and nervousness. "I gotta go warm up some more," he says, his voice a little shaky. "Wish me luck."

I nod, my heart swelling with pride. "You don't need luck," I tell him. "You've got this." He grins, stealing one more quick kiss before jogging back towards his teammates.

As I watch Jayden jog back towards his team, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see one of the commanders' wives standing next to me, holding a camera. "Hey," she says with a friendly smile. "You're Jayden's girlfriend, right?"

I nod, feeling a little unsure of where this conversation is headed. She grins, raising her camera. "Mind if I take a few pics for you real quick?" she asks.

I'm surprised but flattered, and I nod my agreement. "Sure," I say, feeling a little self-conscious. She takes a few quick photos, making sure to capture my full outfit and accessories. "You look great," she says, reviewing the photos on the camera screen.

After the impromptu photo shoot, I bid the commander's wife farewell and make my way to the suite where Jayden's family is watching the game.

As I enter the suite, I'm immediately enveloped in a wave of noise and energy. The room is buzzing with excitement, and I can hear Jayden's family members shouting and cheering.

I take a moment to look around the room, taking in the various family members that are huddled together, watching the game intently.

I can see Jayden's parents, sister, and a few aunts and uncles, all fixated on the screen. I feel a little nervous, knowing that I'm about to make my first impression on them.

I take a deep breath, pushing my nerves aside and plastering a smile on my face. As if sensing my hesitation, Jayden's sister Bianca, who I recognize from photos, turns to me with a warm smile. "Hannah, right?" she asks, holding out her hand.

I take her hand, shaking it firmly. "Yeah, that's right," I reply, feeling a little more at ease. Bianca looks me up and down, her eyes taking in my outfit and accessories. "You look great," she says, her smile widening. "And I love the jacket."

I thank her, feeling proud of my purchases. Jayden's mom, who has been watching us intently, comes over to join us. "You must be Hannah," she says, her voice warm and motherly. "I've heard so much about you."

Before I can respond to Jayden's mom, the game begins, and the sound of cheers and screams fill the air.

Everyone in the room, including Jayden's parents and family members, turn their attention to the screen or field, their eyes glued to the players running onto the field.

I pick a seat a few rows behind Jayden's family, settling in and focusing my attention on the game. As the game kicks off, the energy of the stadium is palpable. Fans are on their feet, cheering and shouting, the air filled with the scent of popcorn and beer.

I watch as Jayden takes the field, his body moving with the graceful athleticism that I've come to admire. Despite the cold weather, he's all business, his face set in a look of intense determination.

The stadium erupts into cheers as Jayden throws a pass, and I can feel the excitement and tension palpable in the air. Jayden's family is on their feet, cheering and shouting, their eyes trained on their beloved son.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watch Jayden, feeling a mixture of pride and anxiety. As the game progresses, it becomes clear that Jayden is on fire, his passes precise and his movements seamless.

The stadium is alive with energy, the sound of the crowd deafening as Jayden completes another successful pass. His family is watching with bated breath, their eyes glued to the field.

As Jayden goes for another pass, he's suddenly slammed to the ground by the opposing team's defensive player.

The sound of the tackle resonates through the stadium, and the crowd falls silent for a moment. I feel my heart skip a beat as I watch Jayden lying motionless on the ground, my mind racing.

But then, to the relief of the crowd and his family, Jayden gets up, looking a little shaken but otherwise fine.

The stadium erupts into cheers and applause as Jayden brushes off the tackle and prepares for the next play.

I sag with relief, feeling my heart rate start to slow down. Jayden's family is watching with a mixture of worry and relief, their bodies tense but their breaths easier.

The opposing team looks a little taken aback by Jayden's resilience, and the crowd is energized by the sight of their quarterback getting back up so quickly.

As the game nears halfway, the players on the field are starting to look tired and winded. The crowd is restless, anticipating the halftime show.

I can hear Jayden's family members chatting amongst themselves, discussing the game so far and speculating about the second half.

The whistle blows to signal halftime, and the players on the field begin to head towards the locker room. The crowd erupts into applause and cheers, releasing the tension that's been building throughout the game.

The lights go down as the halftime show begins, the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice booming through the stadium speakers. The crowd is electric, singing and dancing along to the music. I can see Jayden's family members grooving in their seats, clearly enjoying the performance.

The stage is a spectacle, with pyrotechnics and backup dancers adding to the experience. Kendrick Lamar's music is intense and energizing, and the crowd is fully engrossed in the performance.

As the iconic beat of "Not Like Us" fills the stadium, the crowd goes wild, singing and dancing along with Kendrick Lamar. The energy is electric, the entire stadium pulsing with excitement.

The crowd is in a frenzy, their voices blending together in a collective roar of adoration. Jayden's family is going wild, swaying and jumping in their seats, caught up in the energy of the performance.

As the song comes to an end, the crowd cheers and applauds, showing their appreciation for the performance. The lights come back up, signaling the end of the halftime show and the beginning of the second half of the game.

The players return from the locker room, their faces determined and focused. The crowd is still buzzing from the halftime show, their adrenaline high and their voices still hoarse from singing along.

The game begins again, and the atmosphere in the stadium is tense. Fans are shouting and cheering, their voices drowning out the sounds of the action on the field.

The opposing team's defense is giving Jayden a tough time, but he remains cool and focused.

His family is watching intently, their eyes glued to the field and their knuckles white from gripping the chairs.

Jayden calls another play, and the crowd holds their breath. As he throws the ball, it sails through the air and into the hands of his receiver, resulting in a touchdown.

I watch as Jayden calls yet another play, and again, his pass finds its target, resulting in a touchdown. The crowd is ecstatic, and I can't help but jump up from my seat, cheering along with everyone else. I'm so proud of Jayden and excited to see him doing so well.

The game is nearing its end, and the score is neck and neck.
The tension in the stadium is palpable, and the fans are on the edge of their seats, watching every move the players make.

The clock is ticking, and the Commanders are trailing the Bills by only six points. The stadium is alive with tension, the fans watching with bated breath as the final minute of the game unfolds.

The Commanders have the ball, but they need to make a play soon if they have any chance of winning. The crowd is on their feet, shouting and screaming, their voices blending into a deafening roar.

Jayden calls a play, and the offense lines up. I watch intently, my heart racing, as the ball is snapped and passes into the hands of Terry Mclaurin.

The crowd is going wild, their voices blending together in a collective chorus of screams. The stadium is filled with an electric energy, as everyone watches the receiver make his way down the field.

The receiver makes a swift move, avoiding a tackler and continuing his path towards the end zone. The clock is ticking down, and the tension in the stadium is at an all-time high.

The receiver breaks free from the last defender, sprinting into the end zone and scoring the winning touchdown. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their voices reaching a deafening pitch.

I can't help but cry as the receiver crosses into the end zone, winning the game for the Commanders. Tears stream down my cheeks as I watch Jayden and his teammates celebrate on the field, their joy and excitement mirroring my own emotions.

As the celebration continues, confetti falls from the ceiling, covering the field and players in a shower of colorful paper. Players are hugging and crying, overwhelmed by the win and the emotions of the game.

I make my way towards the elevator that leads to the field, my heart racing with excitement. The players are still celebrating, and security officers are trying to usher a few fans off the field.

As I wait for the elevator, I can hear the muffled sounds of celebration coming from below. My hands are shaking, and my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest.

Finally, the elevator doors open, and I step inside. The ride down feels like an eternity, my mind filled with anticipation and excitement.

When the doors finally open, I step out into the chaos that is the field. Players are still hugging and shedding tears of joy, their bodies glistening with sweat and covered in confetti.

I spot Jayden in the midst of the celebration, his hair damp and his jersey rumpled. His teammates are clapping his back and shouting in his ear, but Jayden's eyes are searching the crowd for something.

As if sensing my presence, Jayden's eyes lock with mine. His face breaks into a wide grin, and he starts making his way through the crowd towards me.

As Jayden reaches me, we throw our arms around each other, burying our faces in each other's necks. We both cry, laughing and holding each other tight, the emotions of the game and the win overwhelming us.

The sounds of the celebration around us fade into the background, and all that exists is the feeling of his body against mine. His arms are strong and comforting, and I feel completely safe and loved in his embrace.

Jayden's teammates and some of the support staff are giving us a little privacy, respecting the moment. Jayden's eyes are filled with a mix of exhaustion and happiness as he wipes tears from my cheeks.

I laugh and swat at his hands, feeling a mixture of happiness and embarrassment. "You try not to cry when your boyfriend just won the biggest game of his life," I retort, sniffling.

Jayden laughs and pulls me closer, resting his forehead against mine. "I can't help it if I'm awesome," he says, his voice cocky but his eyes filled with affection.

I roll my eyes, leaning into him. "Cocky, more like it," I tease, poking him in the chest. Jayden feigns hurt, clutching his chest as if wounded. "You know you love it," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I giggle, running my fingers along his bearded jawline. "You're lucky you're cute," I tease, my heart swelling.

Jayden gives me a quick kiss and reluctantly releases me. "I have to go get the trophy with the team," he says apologetically. "I love you." A wave of surprise washes over me as Jayden says those three little words. My heart skips a beat, and I blink at him for a moment, unsure if I heard him correctly.

I pull Jayden back into my arms, and before he can leave, I press a fierce, passionate kiss on his lips. When I finally pull away, I look into his eyes and say the words that have been brewing in my chest for weeks. "I love you too."

His eyes widen, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he hears me say it back. He pulls me into a tight hug, burying his face in my hair before leaving.

I stand there, watching him disappear into the crowd, my heart feeling full and my mind racing. I can't believe I just said those words out loud. But I know in my heart that I meant them.

The stadium is slowly emptying, and I watch as fans make their way towards the exits. I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of happiness and contentment despite the chaos around me.

With a sigh, I realize that I have to leave the stadium and head home. I make my way outside, the cold air a shock after the warmth and excitement of the game.

I walk quickly to my car, my mind already racing with excitement for the moment when Jayden will come home. The drive home feels agonizingly slow, the city streets almost deserted as everyone is still celebrating the victory.

Finally, I arrive home, and I make my way inside. The house feels empty and quiet without him, but I find comfort in knowing he'll be home soon.