On Jan. 10, 1982, one of the most famous plays in NFL history, Dwight Clark’s leaping, fingertip touchdown grab of a Joe Montana pass—forever known as “The Catch"—gave the 49ers a 28-27 lead over the Cowboys with just 51 seconds on the clock in the NFC Championship Game. San Francisco would go on to win the game and the Super Bowl. (Walter Iooss Jr.)
Outfit(Beyonce slays my life like, seriously!(Gala/That Day)):
Nala eye’s(seductive ain’t it?lol):
LJ(Small baby to now):
Second baby with LJ:
“(Y/N)! Hey! I’m talking to you! Why are you walking so fast?!” Luke asks while grabbing onto your upper arm gently. You are looking down, hiding your face from embarrassment and hate on his face. You hear LJ in his stroller giggling from going so fast, you smile and you quickly snap back to reality to feel warm lips on yours. You immediately push away.
“What the fu-dge, Luke?! I am trying to go to my new office, Luke! I am your physical therapist!” You correct yourself because you are in your baby’s presence. Luke looks stunned and hurt for a second but quickly covers it with annoyance and anger.
“You left after...that night, 2 years ago and I haven’t seen you since. Now I see you being showed around by Cam, my single best friend. Are you interested or something?” He looks heartbroken at this moment and your heart screams to wrap your legs around him and tell him you love him.
“Why would you ask me that?” You cross your arms in a challenging way. Luke groans and runs his hand through his sweaty hair, which you thought was SO sexy.
“You are so beautiful and funny and smart. Your dark skin and those eyes, that body, and your smile just makes me go crazy. Cam would be stupid to not grab you while you’re single…” Luke growls possessively, your legs almost go weak but you hold on to LJ’s stroller.
“Luke, you don’t have to worry about tha-” You are cut off by LJ’s baby yells and whines, rubbing his eyes. Luke’s attention snaps to LJ in surprise but confusion. You take LJ out of his stroller and you see he is sleepy and hungry. You rub his back as he talks more gibberish and claps his hands randomly. His hazel-green eyes meet Luke’s and almost a connection happens because he leans to Luke for him to hold LJ. Luke looks taken aback but accepts the fairly small 11 month old. LJ puts his head on Lukes large shoulder and gives you a toothy grin while clapping his small hands. Luke and you softly chuckle.
“(Y/N), who’s the father? I know he is yours from the dimples and the cute nose.” Luke takes a step closer, as if he knows that…LJ is his son.
*2 years ago, New York Gala*
“Luke! That was SO funny, man!” You giggle as Luke teases you about how you used to cheer and you fell off the pyramid one time at the state finals for football. You were attending a Gala for work with the Giants organization, you rammed into a wall but the wall was your childhood best friend. You talked the entire time and you decided to go out to a bar afterwards, you are now a little tipsy but still aware. Luke puts his hand around your waist and you give him the Nala eye’s for some odd reason.
“What are you doing, Luke?” You ask with a slight smirk and a bite to your lips. Luke groans quietly and puts his face into your neck. You wonder if he is just drunker than you expected. You feel light feathery kisses on your neck, you hold back a moan by putting some water in your mouth.
“Luke, you’re drunk…” He growls lightly, sending vibrations through your whole body.
“No, I’m not. I want you, babygirl.” He states and you look into his eyes to see pure lust and love.
“I only do that with someone I love and someone who loves me. You know that, Luke.” You whisper in embarrassment, he leans back with a stone face and said the words you have been waiting for since you were in high school.
“I love you. I want you. I craved you for so many years and now that you are actually here, I’m never letting you go.” Luke grabs your face gently and places his warms lips to yours. It starts off sweet and innocent but starts to get heated and seductive. You pull away realizing you were the only ones in the bar but the bartender, who is on his phone, thank god.
“Let’s go…” You whisper seductively, but failed because of you trying to catch your breath from the firework of a kiss. Luke chuckles from your sudden struggle of breath and nods, going back to his hotel and having the best night if your life.
“It’s me, isn’t it? I’m his father.” Luke whispers, trying not to wake a sleeping LJ in his arms. You explained everything at the park and he put two and two together. You tried to grab LJ from Luke to feed him before he went to sleep but he kept holding on to Luke for dear life, eventually fake crying to make you stop.
“Yes… I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at the grass underneath your toes. Luke slides closer and grabs your chin with his free hand, he kisses you softly and looks into your eyes.
“It’s okay.” You shake your head, tears blurring your vision.
“No, it’s not! I kept him from you and I feel like a terrible mother for keeping your son away from you. I hate myself…” You whisper as you break down in soft sobs, Luke lays LJ in his carseat from the corner of your eye and he grabs your shaking small, body into his large, warm on. You instantly calm down and just sit there in silence waiting for him to speak.
“Even though you kept him away, you kept him away from the media hurting him and you. You kept him away from the media bashing him, you kept him away from the ladies hating you for having the cutest baby in the world by the sexiest man in NFL.” You giggle quietly and roll your eyes, he smiles.
“What I said 2 years ago, I meant it. I loved you since I was a freshman high school. You are the only women that matters to me. Now, I love LJ so much and I met him 2 hours ago.” He gazes at LJ in love and softly runs his hand in LJ’s soft curls. Your baby boy moves a little and opens his gorgeous eyes sleeply. He stares at you and softly smiles at both of you, putting his hand in his face. Luke tickles his small belly and LJ giggles loudly and claps his hands some more, his favorite thing to do.
“I was wondering, maybe after you find a good babysitter for baby boy over here on Friday. Can I take you out? Properly?” You laugh and nod your head enthusiastically. He smiles wide and kisses you with so much passion, you pull away remembering LJ is right in front of LJ. You look at LJ to see him clapping and yelling, “YAY!” in his baby voice. You both smile and you lean your head on Luke’s shoulder with LJ on Luke’s lap playing with his toy.
You think about your little developing family and you smile. You couldn’t be happier.
Steve Young looks to pass during the NFC Championship game between the San Francisco 49ers and Dallas Cowboys on Jan. 15, 1995 at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. Young was named the NFL’s MVP in 1992 and ‘94, and was the MVP of Super Bowl XXIX. The seven-time Pro Bowl and Hall of Fame quarterback turned 55 years old on Oct. 11, 2016. (V.J. Lovero)
Please fire me. I work in customer service at a hotel and this is one of our busy seasons right now due to different team sports that have tourneys in the area. Our sales department knowingly oversells the hotel to get their commission rates higher thus earn more money. When guests check in and we don’t have rooms for them we get blamed for the problem and sales gets off scott free. Not only due we get yelled at by pissed off guests we also get yelled at by upper management.