38. Dalton

THIRTY-EIGHT

"Dude,I'm so fucking nervous. Why am I so nervous?" I say to Maverick as I pace the hallway. It's the first night of Bella's tour, which means it is also Dia's first night as one of her dancers. They've spent the last four months rehearsing pretty much around the clock. That's probably a little bit dramatic, but every minute I'm not spending with my wife feels like an eternity.

Thankfully, we just kicked off another offseason, so Mav and I are able to travel around the country with the girls on the US leg of the tour. We'll have to say goodbye once they leave for Europe because the Blizzard will be starting OTAs, which means I'm soaking up every last second we have until then. Dia and I haven't spent more than two nights away from each other since we got back together and the thought of being apart makes my stomach churn with anxiety. But, knowing that she'll be out there living her dream makes it all worth it.

Maverick pulls his head out of the trash can, where he definitely just yakked up his entire dinner, looking back at me with a terrified look on his face. "I don't know," he groans. "I'm nervous, too." He takes a few deep breaths, making sure his stomach is okay, but whips around when the dressing room door opens behind us.

"You good, babe?" Bella says, giving her boyfriend a sympathetic look. "Did you puke again?" She cringes for a moment, but schools her expression as he sheepishly nods. She walks over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leading him into the room. He looks like a four-year-old with a tummy ache as he follows her with puppy eyes to the couch.

I enter the room, my eyes immediately locking on my wife. Her back is to me, but I would know that ass anywhere. She looks hot as hell in a pair of baggy cargo pants and a cropped tank top with slashes along the back. Her red bra peeks out from under one of the straps and I have an overwhelming urge to rip it off of her while I fuck her in the bathroom down the hall.

Nobody goes from nervous to horny quicker than I do. Especially when Dia is around.

I do my best to hide the half-chub I'm rocking as I walk over and wrap my arms around her waist from behind. She jumps, but relaxes when she realizes it's me, leaning her back into my chest. I drop my lips to her ear so only she can hear. "You look edible, Wifey. And I'm a very hungry boy," I growl, subtly grinding my dick into her. "I can't wait to fuck this tight ass when we get back to the hotel."

She turns around, a look of shock on her face as she peeks to see if anyone is close enough to us to hear me. Everyone in the room is going about their business, definitely not paying attention to what we have going on in our little corner.

"Mmmmm," she purrs. "That sounds like the best way to work off the post-show adrenaline. I can't wait to have you inside me."

"Fuuuuck, baby," I groan. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," she says, giving me a chaste kiss and pulling away before this thing turns into something extremely indecent. Good thing she stopped it because I definitely wasn't going to. All these people can watch me bend her over and own her, for all I care.

The door opens and a man with a headset tells the group that they have five minutes before they need to head toward the stage. Dia's expression changes and I can tell that the nerves have kicked in.

"Hey," I say. "You are amazing. You earned your spot on this tour and you are going to kill it out there. I am so fucking proud to call you my wife." I swipe my thumb across the single tear that falls down her cheek, bringing it to my mouth. I don't know why that was my first instinct, but I want to taste her, and this is the only way I can right now. I want to take a part of her with me while she's on stage.

She looks at me with pure love and adoration before lifting her chin and giving me a tight nod. "I can do this. I can do anything." I can't help but smile at the changes that she's made in the last year. How she's grown. I never thought she would say those words. Even though I believed them, I was afraid she was too broken to see how strong and amazing she really is. I am in awe of this woman, and I still can't believe that she chose me to share her life with.

"Okay," Bella says with a clap. "Hands in!"

We all reach to the center of the group, stacking our hands on top of one another as she counts. "One, two, three!"

"Family!" We all yell, in unison. I look over to see a bright smile stretching across Dia's face. She deserves all of this and more.

The group heads toward the part of the stage they'll enter from while Maverick and I walk to where we'll be watching the show. Bella offered for us to sit in the wings, but we both agreed that we wanted to experience this thing just like the rest of the fans. We paid full price for front row seats, and I already know it'll be worth every single penny.

The supporting acts do an amazing job of getting the crowd ready for our girls. We try our best not to dance around like teenagers because there are just as many cameras pointed at us as there are at the stage right now. We're trying to uphold our reputations as big, tough football players, but I'll admit that this pop music really makes me want to move.

The lights dim and the crowd goes absolutely nuts as Bella comes into view. The band plays the first notes of her biggest hit, making the screams go up about a million decibels. I look over to see a giant smile on Maverick's face as he watches his girlfriend in her element. But my attention snaps back to the stage as soon as the beat drops and the dancers run out to surround her. I can't take my eyes off my wife as she hits every move with absolute precision. Her giant diamond ring glints against the spotlight, making my dick stir to life behind my zipper. Nothing makes me harder than the thought of being her husband.

I've seen Dia dance before in her studio at home, and I've caught a few rehearsals for this tour when they didn't interfere with practices and games, but there's nothing like seeing her on stage in front of this crowd. The energy in the room is electric, and I know she's feeding off of it as she dances. This is the dream she's wanted all her life, and I'm so lucky to be here as she takes it.

Diamond Davis is a force to be reckoned with in this world. And I've enjoyed every single second of loving her through all of the hard times and the good times that brought her here to this moment. The best decision I ever made was throwing her over my shoulder and walking into that chapel in Vegas. She may have thought it was crazy, but I knew right then that my heart belonged to her. If I'm honest, I think I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was it for me.

Because even though she might not realize it, she's my dream come true.