You asked for it. Here is the proposal bonus and pregnancy will be coming soon. Missed you all and this story. 

Also, I graduated from high school today. Consider this my present from me to you since Wattpad had been a huge part of my journey over the past four years. Love you all!

Bonus: "Bath Bomb Conversation"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean, no," Caleb all but whined into the phone and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't ticked off. This was his behaviour whenever we were in an argument. And as friends, Caleb and I got into arguments. A lot. "Meet me here."

"But I don't want to waste gas. Haven't you seen the prices? They're going up in this country, I'm not paying that much money."

I pressed a hand to my temple. "Caleb."

"I'm not wrong."

"I didn't say you were."

"You were going to."

"I really wasn't going to."

"Yes, you-"

"Meet me here. Bye." I hung up the phone, not bothering to wait for the rest of his sentence.

I held my camera back to my eye and bent down to look at Soccer. "Now you. All I need is for you to roll over on your back. Can you do that for me, bub?" Soccer made a soft sound in response, a paw reaching up towards me and I held it in my hand, pressing a kiss to his head.

He's gotten so big. When we had moved into this place, Soccer managed to break almost everything. His excitement of the new environment would end up with items smashed to pieces on the floor. I'm surprised he hasn't broken anything in a very long time. What I'm not surprised about is that he was allowed into the building despite the small dog rule.

I grabbed one of his treats, moving my hand in a way that would make him turn onto his back. When he finally did so after the fifth try I quickly got a picture, sighing in relief, "Finally." I handed him a couple before settling on the couch next to him. Tilting my head back, my eyes caught onto the frame sitting on the small table next to the large couch.

I grabbed the frame, not caring that Soccer's now huge body decided to rest on my torso as his new bed.

The picture was taken in Paris two years ago. We were supposed to go in the summer, but we went late spring instead. Toby was the one behind the camera. He's one of the two people that will tell me something embarrassing, make me turn red so I put my hands on my face. While all that was happening, Sam was smiling, one arm around me, the other trying to take my hand off my face.

The most prominent thing about this memory was that I remember exactly what Toby had said to make me mentally say 'Oh my goodness'. It was about how Sam wouldn't stop staring at me because of the tights I had bought during the visit.

Idiot.

In the picture I was holding, he was smiling. It was genuine. It was happy.

I put the frame back in place, gently moving Soccer off and making my way to the bedroom. I leapt onto the bed, my face hitting the pillows before reaching for the giant teddy bear I had received from-

Where the heck did he get me the bear from?

Home? No.

Here? No.

Was it Amsterdam? No. The only thing we got going to Amsterdam was visiting this sex museum and Caleb made a lot of penis jokes. Last time I ever let Caleb pick the place to go ever again.

My phone rang mid-thought and I picked it up without looking at the contact ID. "Caleb, if this is-"

"No, you dunce," Anmol's voice came through. "It's me."

"Easter bunny is that you?" I asked sarcastically, rolling onto my back.

I could hear her make a sound through her teeth. "Open your door."

I headed over to the door, opening it for Anmol only to see Maddy with her as well. With a bottle of wine in her hand. How lovely.

"Hi." Maddy grinned, quickly taking off her shoes and making her way over to the kitchen.

"Um," My hand found its way to the back of my neck. "I'm going to leave soon, you know that, yes?"

"Yeah, duh we're coming with you," Anmol informed me, sitting down on the couch beside Soccer.

"Caleb found extra tickets. So, it's not just the trio night. It's the," Maddy stopped before yelling out. "What's the word for six people?"

"I don't know," Anmol said when Maddy came in with the wine bottle already opened.

"Sixsome," Maddy sounded out, smiling. "It's the sixsome tonight."

"Weren't you going to spend the night with Doneil?" I asked Anmol, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

Anmol took the bottle from Maddy, ignoring the glasses Maddy had put on the table and drinking straight from it. She sighed, passing Maddy the bottle. "I'm going to end it."

"What?" Maddy and I said at the same time.

"Yeah," Anmol leaned her head on my shoulder, letting out a deep exhale. "He's just so-"

"Boring?" I couldn't help but mutter, taking the wine bottle from Maddy impulsively. This always happens whenever Maddy brings a bottle of wine over. Maddy will bring out glasses and Anmol or I don't bother and just drink straight from it. But I never drink enough to get drunk unless I really want to.

"Plain?" Maddy suggested.

"A complete square." I couldn't help but say.

"He's not a square." Anmol defended.

"Yes, he is." I laughed, drinking from the wine bottle.

"Weren't you just complaining about how boring it was having sex with him the other day and that you couldn't even-" Someone knocked on the door, cutting Maddy's sentence off. I went to open it, stepping aside to make way for my other girlfriend to enter my flat.

Audrey smiled with her perfect teeth at all of us, sitting down on the opposite couch. Her usually coily hair was straightened and she wore jeans and a yellow sweatshirt I knew I was going to have to ask where she got it from.

She reached out for the wine bottle and I handed it to her. "Why are we getting drunk or-" She inspected the wine bottle, no doubt looking at the alcohol percentage. "Or a little bit tipsy at the most before going to the game?"

"Because Anmol is going to break up with Doneil." I informed her.

"Ugh, finally!" Audrey slouched on the couch.

Anmol glared at her. "Wait, you didn't like him?"

"Honey, no one did," Audrey said, taking what looked to be a much-needed drink. "I'm being honest. He was such a bore. Always went on and on about stupid shit. I had no idea how you were interested in his personality."

Anmol looked slightly offended by Audrey's choice of words. "He's educated. I found that attractive."

"Not to mention he was definitely hot," Audrey added. "You always get the fit guys. But usually, they have substance. Good substance. Yeah, he probably had a good dick as well-"

I couldn't help but snort at my friend's comment. That was Audrey.

There was no filter when it came to her. Every little 'adventure' she had was very interesting and she made sure to tell us all about them. Even Sam. Sam and Audrey hit off quickly when we first met. Safe to say, I didn't like her at first. I found her nosy and wanting to get into everyone's business often but eventually, she grew onto me.

So when she starts talking about genitals or even anything related to sex I didn't flinch.

Audrey shot me a look. "As I was saying. He probably had a good dick. I saw the print when he showed up one morning wearing those grey sweatpants."

"Oh, my God," I mumbled.

"But like his personality was so dry. Like it was a drought type of dry. The Sahara Desert dry. I don't know what type of dry but he needs a live girl to remove that dryness and you are not getting stuck with that job, honey."

Anmol pulled her phone out and Maddy's eyes widened. "Whoa, don't do it over text!"

"I was just going to check my Instagram feed, idiot. Breathe."

"When you're over him, how about I set you up with that dude at my work?" Audrey said, looking down at her acrylic nails against her phone.

Anmol raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you sleep with him two months ago?"

"And?"

"No," Anmol said.

"Then what about that Derek guy you dated?"

"Rey, there's a reason why you said dated. Dated. Past tense. Meaning not again."

"That didn't stop you from jumping his bones last time you saw him," Maddy mumbled, taking the bottle from Audrey.

"That was six months ago. Before I started dating Doniel. And that was a moment of impulse."

"Impulse." Audrey and I said at the same time.

"Yes impulse." She repeated.

"We love impulse decisions that led to us being with our ex-boyfriends," Audrey grinned. "Over and over again whenever we see them."

Anmol took a deep breath. "Derek is a story for another day."

I looked at her. At the way she was constantly tapping at her phone screen. Like she was waiting for something. My lips parted with realization and Soccer moved beside Anmol to sit on my lap. "Derek texted you, didn't he?"

Anmol's silence was the answer I received.

"Holy shit." Maddy moved so she was sitting in front of Anmol. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Anmol mumbled.

"Anmol," Audrey said, sitting next to Maddy.

"He just texted me hey. I replied back that's what you usually do when some texts you."

"Then?"

"He called me. We talked."

"How long?"

"Long enough." Anmol quipped, avoiding our eyes.

"Two hours?" Maddy asked.

"Nah four," I said.

We all looked at Anmol who took the bottle from my hand and took a long enough swig for our eyes to pop out of our heads. That's the thing I loved about my friends. Didn't matter how old we were getting, we could act like lovesick idiots and talk and gush about significant others so easily.

I could imagine my seventeen-year-old self barfing at this.

I tied my ombre brown hair into a high ponytail, waiting for her to talk, my hand placing itself on Soccer's dark fur. Anmol tilted her head to the side. "Um, when Maddy showed up at the flat today was when we hung up."

Maddy narrowed her eyes at Anmol. "That means you've talked to him all night."

"Until the morning." Anmol clarified.

"Dude," I said.

"We were just catching up."

"Catching up my ass," Audrey started. "You probably had like phone-"

"No, no, no, no, none of that" Anmol protested. "We just talked. I'm not cheating on Doniel like that."

"He said something, didn't he?" Maddy asked.

"He said he missed me." Anmol leaned back.

"And?" I asked.

"And I told him I missed him too. What do you guys think? That I wouldn't? He's in a completely different place am I not allowed to miss him? But it already feels like I'm stabbing Doniel in the back because I still feel something for Derek. I don't know."

"Easy. Break up with the square, get back together with the football man." Audrey clapped her hands.

"Football man isn't going to be in this city for like three months but nice try."

"Then break up with Doniel because it is clear you have no interest in him. Do what you gotta do." I told her.

I could hear someone inserting a key into the lock of the flat. My heart beat loudly in my chest because I knew Sam wouldn't be coming home until later that night so who the hell would also have the key to our-

"Hello ladies, your favourite man has arrived."

Caleb walked into our view, wiggling the keys in his hands to let me know that he had taken Sam's own right out under his nose. He ran both his hands through his wavy hair, letting out a breath, the smile still on his face.

"Any other man besides Caleb Henderson, is that you?" Maddy grinned and he moved towards her, wrapping her in a hug and raising an eyebrow at the bottle in my hand.

"Um, why are we getting drunk at these hours?"

"It's just wine," I shook it in front of his face. "Barely any alcohol in this one."

"Unfortunately," Audrey mumbled.

"Hey, bella." Caleb winked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, resting her feet on his lap. A mental reminder that Caleb and Audrey have slept together flew through my mind.

I remember the exact date he asked for my permission. It was about a month after they had met. Caleb walked into the middle of one of my classes, the one day that Audrey didn't show up and was sick. He sat down next to me silently until he whispered to me, "Do I have to ask permission to sleep with Audrey?"

I didn't even move my eyes from the projection everyone was looking at. I had leaned back in my chair and said, "You didn't ask me permission to sleep with my cousin when we were seventeen." I reminded him.

Caleb hid the smirk that crawled on his face behind his hand. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"Does she want to because that's the permission that matters."

That's when Caleb handed me his phone and my eyes almost popped out of head at the words between them on the screen. He took the phone away before I could stumble upon what I sure to be a very interesting picture. Caleb nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "I have to admit. She's very straight-forward. Very attractive."

Now, after their whatever they like to call it of a relationship they were just friends plus I knew Caleb has never made a commitment to any person and he spent most his time in other countries anyway.

"Liz told me you guys are meeting tomorrow?" Caleb asked me.

"Yeah," I leaned back into the couch, resting my foot up and wishing I had a certain body to lean against.

"Big day huh?"

I waved a hand. "It's not that big a deal. They just want to check out what I can do with a camera. That's it."

"A millionaire wants to check out what you can do with your camera."

"And millionaires have other millionaire friends." Don't remind me. I was freaking out about this on the inside for the past two weeks. I had done little things here and there, but Liz was full on helping me try to get to the path of starting my own company and I was all for it. I wanted that. That was the dream but if I messed up tomorrow I didn't know what could happen.

"That way you don't ever have to worry about rent ever again." I heard Caleb say.

"She doesn't worry about it now idiot," Maddy said. "Her boyfriend is a football player. She didn't have to pay rent if she didn't want to."

"When are you guys moving to that house again?"

"When we want to," I muttered. Sam and I would go to the house whenever we wanted peace, but our lives were here. It would take a major change for us to just pack and suddenly move to another city when our lives were here.

My job. That mostly only occurs when Liz had a connection for me to take photographs at some event and usually that provided a lot of money per each event.

His job. His training.

Our friends.

Sure, our family was on the other side of the ocean but let's pretend that didn't count.

My eyes caught that image of him and I in Paris again and I focused on his face. His hair was shorter here and his green eyes were vivid as ever.

"She's smiling," I heard Maddy say. "She's thinking about her man."

I didn't even bother looking at my friends except when Audrey said, "She's looking at her future husband, wow."

"Mrs. Macy Cahill." Maddy teased.

"Can you guys not." I laughed, my face getting warm and my heartbeat speeding up at the thought of that name. Of what that name means.

Ever since university ended for those of us here, my friends have been wondering when Sam and I would get together. Marriage together.

We've been together for a little over five years. According to my dad, that was a long time for people to be together without getting married. He can't even talk. He and my mom made me before they even got married.

However, that idea of being married to Sam, let alone engaged? Doing the whole 'we're going to have kids, white picket fence relationship in that house his grandfather had left for him'? That idea left me with butterflies in my stomach. It was fear but the kind that was good for the idea of change.

I took a swig of the bottle before Caleb snatched it from me. "You're telling me you guys came here to get her tipsy with fake looking red wine? Audrey."

"I didn't bring the bottle. I came in like five minutes later. Why am I to blame?"

Caleb turned to another person, "Maddy."

"It wasn't me!" She exclaimed.

"Anmol?" He sounded in complete shock. "But Anmol is the brain of you people. This doesn't make sense."

Before my friends could get into another argument, I got up. Soccer followed me into the kitchen, his fur brushing against my leg. I put the bottle of wine in the fridge, hearing their distant chatter when my phone rang. "Yeah?" I answered.

"Where's your man?" Andrew's voice sounded a little tired on the line.

"Stadium. He has a game tonight," I informed him. "And you only called me to ask where he is?"

"Okay," Andrew drawled, and I could picture him rolling his eyes at me rhetorically questioning him. Idiot. "Where are you?"

"Wow, thanks for asking," I exclaimed dramatically. "I'm home."

There was a pause. "This is where you ask where I am."

I snorted. I haven't seen Andrew in what feels like forever but I'm happy that he drops in with a random phone call whenever he can. "Okay, where are you?"

"Out."

"Are you out with people?"

"I'm out."

"Are you out with Cathy?"

Andrew chuckled. It was that kind of laugh that was partially conceited and arrogant. It was the kind of laugh where he knew he had obtained something- or someone- or the idea of something or someone that he had pride in. "Not tonight."

"What about Eileen?" I suggested, racking through my brain of Andrew recent mentions.

"No."

"So, you're not with either them." This is surprising. Whenever I called him, they usually were right there with him. Those two names, those two girls were with Andrew a lot. Sometimes on their own with him or together with him.

Andrew sighed. "Unfortunately, no. Our arrangement has come to a...pause."

"A pause."

"Just a little one."

"What happened?"

"Cathy met someone."

"Cathy? Cathy the-relationships are not my strong suit, I'm better off alone-that Cathy met someone?"

"Yeah." Andrew sounded a little bitter. His bitter tone was not surprising.

"Oh."

He probably ran a hand through his hair right now. "She'll be back." This would be the part where he's thinking to himself and then he says, 'they always come back'.

Thank God he didn't say that.

"And how do you know that?" I had to ask.

"It's Cathy. I give her a week. She always comes back." There it is.

I love Andrew as much as I loved my not so little brother (Justin almost towers over me at almost 19 years old. It's weird calling him little despite our age difference). Andrew told me everything and I told him everything as well. But about two years ago when Andrew and I were finally in the same place at the same time, on the same side of the world he decided to ask me this question.

"Is polygamy really that illegal?"

Those exact words came out of his mouth. The way he even structured the sentence sent my head spinning.

I told him a big fat. "Yes." And he proceeded to continue eating the pasta on his plate like he had just told me it was sunny outside. It was as if he hadn't just asked me that random question. Then a month later from that day, Andrew had gotten involved in a 'friends with benefits' thing with two women. I wasn't even surprised, but I was and still am waiting for him to settle down with someone in the near future.

At least before contracting a disease.

I am very surprised he hasn't called me to tell me that he's caught something yet.

"What if you meet someone?" I asked.

"What if I do?" He questioned back.

"Would you do something about it?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Depends."

"On what?"

Andrew laughed. "Macy, stop worrying about me. I'm fine. I'm great."

Of course, he's great. Andrew plays football in America. He was drafted out of university. My best friend deserved it. He worked hard, he trained harder and it paid off in the end.

I think he was happy career-wise and I made sure I got to see him every single year or at least once every three months. What I was grateful for is that we're 23 years old and we're still close as we were when we were kids.

"I miss you," I admitted.

"I miss you too." He said back then he laughed. "Imagine the paps heard us. Everyone would go crazy."

Sam, Andrew and I had a huge joke over a day when Andrew and I were walking at his place in Los Angeles where he lives with some friends. He got snapped as a rumored couple and I was a cheating slut not even a full twenty-four hours later. After clarification that Andrew and I were friends and Sam and I were still very much dating, all of Sam's fans calmed down. Some of them hate still because people on the internet were people on the internet but what could you do?

"I know." I laughed and heard shuffling on the other side.

"Mace," The familiar voice shouted.

I grinned, sitting down on the ground, my back against the fridge. "Hey JM, how are you?"

When Andrew had moved to Los Angeles, Jon Ming was the first person he contacted. JM was already there starting off his music career he had been lucky to obtain. Over the years he had gotten the chance to work with various artists and host a lot of events. Andrew was invited to a lot of those events occasionally.

"Better than ever. Drew, I and a couple others are hitting a party tonight."

Of course, that was Andrew's definition of 'out'.

"You DJ'ing it?"

"Yeah, wish you and the rest were here."

"Like everyone? Everyone, everyone?"

There was a moment of silence and Jon Ming said something that clearly wasn't for me. "Um, guys Drew and I are going to head over there for a bit, we'll catch up."

I waited, hearing the chatter and suddenly the call ended I stared at my phone and made a face. I looked down at Soccer who laid down next to me. I petted him. "Soccer, you'd never hang up on me if you were human."

He didn't react to my words and I laughed to myself, leaning my head back on the fridge. "Nah, you probably would." My head brushed against a picture that was pinned against the fridge door. I took off the pin and held the photo in my hand, looking down at my high school friends.

This was taken two years ago. The last time we all were together in one room.

I smiled at the image of all us together. Jon Ming had his hair cut shorter here, his smile wide and his arm around Jacob who was smiling as big as his old best friend. Beside Jacob sitting on the ground was Brandon whose eyes were hidden behind sunglasses even though we were indoors when this picture was taken. Next to Brandon was me, sitting with a bottle in my hand throwing up a peace sign with the same sunglasses Brandon was wearing perched up on my forehead. Sam's arms were wrapped around me and he was in mid drink of the same alcoholic beverage that was in my hand. Caleb raised a middle finger with one arm around Stevie who was wearing the sunglasses covering her eyes. Andrew gave the same peace sign as I did and was wearing the sunglasses too. Then Austin, Austin who stood beside Toby, both wearing those damn sunglasses but I knew they were looking at each other with love.

Almost like high school wow. And why were people wearing sunglasses indoors so much that year?

A part of me got nostalgic. Another part of me thought about a person from high school that was missing.

I wonder how Jasmine was doing.

I wonder if she was still with that guy in Australia.

Or if she's still in Australia.

I wonder what would have happened if our friendship didn't end. What would have happened if she didn't cheat on Andrew. What would have happened if she didn't move.

A huge part of me believes that moving away from university wouldn't have a changed anything anyways. That it was all bound to happen.

I pinned the happy photo back on the fridge and stood, observing the many others on it. I unpinned another one. It was taken after the second year of university, the year I changed my major to photography. We were on the basketball court when the picture was taken. Matteo was in the centre, towering over me, Maddy and Anmol.

My first real group of friends I made outside of the ones I met in high school. Besides two of the people from the pictures in the other room, I felt nostalgic about this too. Especially about Matteo.

It was rare to hear from Matteo these days. I'm convinced that since most of my close friends were athletes, it was the reason why we barely had time together. Especially the ones that were professional athletes. Matteo lives in America like Andrew, playing professional basketball. He has a whole other life over there when he left before his third year started. Anmol, Maddy and I were distant from our old friend, however, whenever we all can meet when he comes back to the country occasionally, it's as if he's never left.

I pinned that picture back on the fridge, memories rushing through my head. Memories that included people I loved, new people I met, people I'm happy I have those memories with.

I took a deep breath when my phone rang again and when I looked at it, Andrew was trying to video chat me. I answered it, leaning on the counter. "Yeah?"

Jon Ming and Andrew both looked at me with the same smile. "What's up?" I asked, confused.

"Have you talked to Brandon lately?" Andrew asked.

"No. Why?"

"You see how Jacob and I aren't friends anymore?" Jon Ming said, the smile completely wiped from his face and replaced with a serious look.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah." About a year ago Jon Ming and Jacob had a huge falling out. I've never heard of an argument as big as their own. Jon Ming ended up with a broken arm and bruises all over his face and Jacob's shoulder was dislocated.

What got the two into a position where they physically fought I have no idea. Neither of them told anyone what their argument was about and as a result, their friendship had ended, shocking everyone.

"Brandon told me that Jacob's moving," Andrew said.

"Where?" They lived in New York together all these years, where the hell was Jacob going?

"He's not telling him," Jon Ming said. "Then last night Jacob called me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he just wants to get away from everything. Everyone. He was ranting. He told me random stuff. I had to convince him to stay then when he agreed he was still mad at me. For everything that had happened before and was mad that I suggested for him to stay in the first place and talk to everyone around him first."

"What the heck?"

"You're telling her?" Caleb's voice behind me made me jump with fright.

"Yeah."

"Where was he going to go?" I asked, proving the camera so both Caleb and I could be shown on the screen.

"I don't know," Jon Ming shrugged. "He just wanted to pick up and start somewhere new."

"He wanted to leave his brother, his friends, his girlfriend and everything behind?" I had to ask, thinking about everyone he is involved with in New York.

Jon Ming bit his lip before sighing. "Jacob isn't happy where he is. He doesn't feel as if he's doing anything that he loves and being tethered down to one place isn't helping him. I get what he means."

Caleb sighed. "I do too."

"What was Brandon's reaction?" I asked them, glancing at Caleb.

"Brandon and he got into a fight. I don't know the details but uh," Jon Ming sighed. "Don't be surprised if Jacob suddenly disappears. I wouldn't be surprised at all. It sounded really bad."

There was a moment of silence between the four of us before I groaned out loud. "Guys, I was trying to have a good night and you drop this bomb on me."

"It wasn't a bomb." Jon Ming protested.

"It was a mini explosion at the most." Andrew said.

"Yeah like the ones when you drop it into the bath," Caleb added.

I looked at him. "You mean a bath bomb?"

"Yeah and pretty colors burst out of it."

"The colors on the bath bomb they told me are pretty sad colors."

"Still a bath bomb."

"Anyways," Andrew rolled his eyes. "Sorry to ruin your bath bomb conversation but Macy you'll have a great time tonight."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why do you sound so suspicious when you say that?"

"Suspicious?" Jon Ming grinned. "We're never that."

"Anyways, Andrew started. "Tell Anmol, Audrey and Maddy we say hi. Have fun tonight, tell Sam we say good luck with his game."

"How did you even know they were all here? I didn't-"

"Let's group video chat tonight."

"All of us?" I thought about every single one of us despite knowing that all of us didn't apply to Jacob because of Jon Ming and his falling out. Nevertheless, all of us: Jon Ming. Andrew. Caleb. Brandon. Jacob. Stevie. Austin. Even Sam. We were all so individual. We led our own lives as adults, constantly working, paying bills, trying to live our best lives in our twenties yet knowing that eventually, the fun, crazy times will come to a stop. For one of us that time had slowed to a sudden stop. When Stevie had gotten pregnant during her third year of university all of us were shocked. But we were more shocked to find out that Cedric wasn't the father and they had broken up over and over and over again. I don't know the full story and I never asked. All I know is that Stevie is doing okay, trying to finish her studies after her year off. However, with friends like mine who act like kids whenever we are talking to or are near each other, I was convinced time and time again that life is never going to get boring with them involved. When?"

"When we got time," Andrew said. "I have a feeling no one will be sleeping tonight anyway."

"Strong feeling." I narrowed my eyes at Andrew.

He smiled. "We'll talk to you in a couple of hours Mace."

"Adios amigos." Caleb said, waving dramatically as I ended the call. He grabbed my arm. "Okay, let's start going."

When he started to drag me out of the kitchen, my eye caught another photo from many years ago.

This one was at the Cahill house, the time of Natasha and Ivan's wedding. The entire immediate family was in it along with my own and Emma. Emma who was at university with my giant of a brother, their long-distance relationship finally short distance after the years they've been together when they decided to go to the same college.

I looked at myself and Phillip who was hugging me at nine years old. I knew he would make a face at the picture of himself five years ago. Lucas and Joey were on either side of Greg, the twins with identical smiles while Greg gave his best smile, his hands shoved in his pockets. Lined up on the other side of the married couple was Cedric, Toby, Christian along with Liz and Vince. Sam was standing beside me along with Justin, dad and Emma.

My eyes looked at Natasha's stomach where Elena was a little fetus. The little four-year-old Elena now stood in the picture with Sam not far away from the huge family picture.

It's been years. The Cahill family is my family whether I wanted them to be or not. And I was happy they were.

"We're heading out?" Anmol asked, getting up and helping Audrey up.

Maddy was sprawled on the couch and she groaned. "Do we have to go? I'm so comfortable."

"Um, you all can stay here," I said, grabbing my keys and a bag while struggling to put my shoes on by the door. "I'm going to my boyfriend's game."

"When was the last time you've gone to one?" Audrey asked.

"It's been a while," I sighed. "I've been so busy lately I haven't gotten to see his games lately and I hate that."

Maddy handed me my camera. "Be sure to get good pics." I almost scoffed. Always.

When we all finally piled into Caleb's car, I leaned my head against the window, my hand reached for the radio. Caleb swatted my hand away as we made our way over to the arena. I reached for the radio again, but Caleb swatted my hand once more. "What are you-"

"I have news."

"If this is about that stupid face mask you want me to get you-" Maddy started and Caleb raised a hand, cutting her off the motion.

"No, it's not about that. I have actual news."

"What is it?" Anmol asked.

Caleb kept his eyes on the road. "I'm moving back to Italy."

"What?" Everyone yelled, and I think Audrey's voice was a little louder than ours. Caleb's been living here for the past couple of years. I was happy he did it and so was Sam. I didn't think the two of them could keep up the constant flights of visiting each other every now and then.

"What's in Italy?" I had to ask him.

He glanced at me at the corner of his eye. "New job. Screenwriter."

"Screenwriter? Really?" Maddy asked, surprised.

"Why in Italy?"

He smirked. "I don't know if you noticed but I can be a little dramatic-"

"A little?" Audrey muttered.

Caleb laughed. "They want my brain for a new soap opera and I can review other things there."

"Other things?"

"I've been working on pilots, ideas for new movies and shows. I have a lot for American lifestyle and I have some in movies. If they consider one of my scripts that I've written before it can be turned into a movie hopefully in two years."

"Wow." Maddy said. Caleb said he related to Jacob not liking the idea of being tethered down to one place. I think this was part of his understanding. He only stayed here because of us but there was so much more for him outside of England.

"When do you leave?" Anmol asked.

He hissed like he had dreading to say this. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" I exclaimed. "Caleb, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You'll still see me around, don't worry," He grabbed my hand. "Nothing can really get me away from my family for so long."

"Aw," Maddy said. "How emotional."

"I was talking about Sam and Macy but go ahead and think you're included."

"Uh, rude," Audrey muttered.

"Joking." Caleb laughed. "Sam knew by the way."

"I figured he would," I ruffled Caleb hair. "Call at least twice a week. Eat healthy. Have fun."

He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to camp, princess."

"It doesn't matter where you're going," I smiled. "Just have a good time, Charming."

He grinned right back at me at his long-time nickname. "Italy's tomorrow's dilemma. Let's go see our favorite person score for the hundredth time."

"Why do you say it like that? We know you cheer louder for him more than anyone."

When we reached a red light and Caleb stopped the car, he put his hand under Maddy's legs, reaching for something. "I'm his best friend. I've seen him play a million times." He handed me the megaphone he produced from under Maddy. "You bet I'm going to be cheering the loudest for him."

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Arenas held the most spirit for me.

Spirit that was contagious beyond belief no matter who was playing. I could hear the crowd rose in my ears as the team, the city's team, came off from halftime, jogging over to the bench.

I spotted the back of the guy wearing the number 11 jersey from where was sitting. He was talking to the ref and an opposing player. I crossed my legs, leaning against Maddy from my seat as he finally detached from them and jogged over. Correction: I assumed he was supposed to jog over to his team, but he ended up jogging over to the side, looking up at us from our seats. I could hear people around us scream loud as he got close enough to yell.

"Hazel."

That's the thing about this guy he didn't care that he was in the middle of halftime or that he should be completely focused on the game. I knew he was but c'mon.

Sam grinned up at me, running one hand through his hair. I smiled back at him in the sight of him in his favorite attire. They were wearing the black jersey's today which matched the tracksuit that belonged to his. I think that jersey was my favorite too. It showed how bright his eyes were, how tanned his skin really was. It was similar to the shirt I was wearing but it always looked better on him-

Wait, he called me. And by the look on his face, he knew I was ogling him.

I got up, leaning over and holding onto the high railing that separated me from him. "Yeah?"

"Hi." He grinned, his hands on his waist.

I shot him a look. "You came here just to say hi?"

"No," He raised a hand. "Audrey, Madeline, Anmol, Caleb."

"Hey bud," Caleb yelled. "Can you spot me some money? I'll pay you back."

"Caleb, you have money," Maddy said, pointing to the bills sticking out of his pocket.

"Yeah but it's better to exploit him when I can Maddy. You gotta learn."

"Anyways," I rolled my eyes. "What do you need?"

"Did you bring my headband? I left it-"

"At the flat?" I took off my jacket, taking it off my arm where I wrapped it. I tossed to it and he caught it.

"Thanks, baby. Did you eat?"

"No, she drank," Caleb said.

Sam looked confused as he put the headband on, pushing his curls up and out of his face. "What?"

"Just little of some wine." I cleared up.

"She chugged a bottle," Caleb said not keeping his mouth shut.

"I had a few sips don't get it twisted," I gave Sam my best reassuring look. "I'm fine. Now can you please go back to your team."

But Sam wasn't having it. He could have stood there all day whether the game continued or not. Until I told him what's wrong. "

I exhaled deeply, leaning over. "I'm just nervous about tomorrow."

Realization was evident in his eyes. "Babe-"

"Don't babe me. It's just regular jitters and overthinking. That's it. I'm okay."

"Clearly not." I heard Anmol mumble and I shot her a glare.

Sam gestured towards Anmol. "She's right."

"I know she is." I rolled my eyes.

Sam's face went into the deep thought mode. One where he was working out a solution in his head and when he thought of one, his tensed shoulders relaxed. "I'll come with you."

"But you have an interview tomorrow-"

He waved a hand. "I can move it. Moral support."

"I'll come too if you want," Maddy said.

"Same," Anmol added.

"I'll drop by after work, give you motivational talk." Audrey insisted.

I relaxed as the feeling in my stomach settling. "Thanks, guys."

"Then it's settled," Sam said, clapping his hands together and I heard some people yell his name. He waved at them before turning back to look up at us. "We'll eat after then?"

"Yeah." I agreed.

He shot me a smile, backing away to go back to his team. I sat back down in my chair, raising my leg to put it over Maddy's. "What's on your mind?"

She shrugged, taking my hand to inspect the nails we had gotten done a couple of days ago. My other hand placed itself on my camera, flicking through the photos I've had taken today. "Nothing on this mind today."

"Not even work?"

"No, definitely not that," Maddy worked with kids through professional volleyball company she had help co-found with some friends from university. "I love everyone there. I've just been thinking if that's all I'm going to do is work under this to make it bigger or do something else."

"Were you thinking of doing anything else?"

"I don't know really."

"What do you mean?"

"I just feel like I want to be doing more," She put her legs up against the railing as if we weren't going to leave the arena as everyone else was starting to do so. "In a couple years we're going to be like 30 and I really don't see myself in the same place working the same job full time."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

And then Maddy has said the same thing I've heard her say so many times in my life. "I'll figure it out." And she usually does. Then she said another Maddy thing, "Now, let's watch the cute boys run."

The game ended 3-1. It was obvious who had won considering Sam scored two of the goals and Caleb made good use of his megaphone, my eardrums ringing. The teams were in the centre, shaking hands and I turned to my let to see Audrey talking to some guy she had been making eyes at for the whole game.

Maddy laughed. "She's going to get his number."

Anmol sized him up. "No, just Instagram. She's going to take it from there then she'll see if he's good enough for her number later."

"Later," I asked. "Have we met Audrey? She's going to view his Instagram in front of him then decide whether or not to give him her number right then and there-"

Suddenly I couldn't see Maddy or Anmol properly. My vision flooded with darkness besides the small lights against the railings, illuminating the sides of the indoor field. Then I realized: the arena's lights shut off.

"What the heck is going on?" It wasn't just me that was in confusion, everyone in the arena was confused as well. Sounds of loud chatter filled my ears.

"What is happening?" I asked again but no one was answering me. None of my friends replied, leaving a pit at the bottom of my stomach as I sighed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

A sound of something turning on filled the entire stadium and everyone's eyes went down to the lights shining in the middle of the field.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of Sam in the center of the field, his body facing me, still in his uniform, the headband rolled up on his arm to his shoulder. He had a microphone in his hand. And his eyes. His eyes were on me. Even though he was a distance away it didn't matter I knew he wasn't looking at anyone else.

Before I could even say anything, I was suddenly pulled down the aisle of our seating, past the people that were confused and some of them gasping at the realization of what was happening.

The realization filled me pretty quickly, leaving my heart to pound hard in my chest when I couldn't see Sam anymore as two people who I was pretty sure were Caleb and Maddy dragged me by the hand escorted me through the arena. But I could hear his voice as he started talking.

"Hello everyone. I know that you all came here for a football match and that is clearly over. You can start to leave or whatever you'd like but for those of you that are going to listen to me, I have something to say."

"Is he-" I tried asking Maddy as we continued moving through the arena.

"Shhh!" She told me, pointing up for me to hear what Sam was continuing to say.

"For approximately five years- I could give you all the exact number of months, days, hours, minutes and seconds but let me get straight to the point," I let out a tiny laugh, my vision blurring with tears for a second. "For about five years I have been with the most amazing person in my life. Her name is Macy Anderson."

"I could go on about her forever if someone gave me the chance to. When I was younger, I did not think it would be possible to give some so much love that could surpass the love for my family and best friend. I did not think it was possible for someone to ever give me that love back."

"Yeah, that sounds cheesy but it's true. She's taught me so many things. She's dealt with all my bullshit. Every time I would make a mistake. Every time I look at her I fall more in love with her every day. Every time she laughs, every time she smiles it's a just reminder of when she's happy. I want to make her happy every single day, for the rest of my life."

The men there opened the doors, some of Sam's teammates that I was familiar with nudging me on the back, giving me encouraging chants. I stepped out on the arena alone, feeling the camera's eyes on me but I didn't care. All that mattered was him.

"And I hope I get to do that. I hope I have done that as a boyfriend. I hope to do that as a fiancée. And I hope to do that as a husband. So," I watched him, open the box he was holding in his hand and as an instinct my hand went up to the pendant dangling around my neck. And everything I was ever feeling swept out of my brain at his next words. "I was wondering, if you Macy Anderson, will do me the greatest honour-"

"The greatest people!" I heard Caleb yell and I laughed, tears streaming down my face at this point. Oh, my God.

"The greatest honour of answering this question."

My feet started moving towards him and I broke out in a full sprint in his direction when he got down on one knee and a sob broke through my throat. "Will you marr-"

He stopped at me bending down fast to hug him, my breath shuddering against his ear. I put my hand on his heart to find it beating as fast as mine now, at the witnesses, at us, at my answer.

He pulled back, looking at me with those bright green eyes. "Macy-"

"Yes," I blurted out. "Yes, yes, yes."

He laughed, "Can I at least finish my sentence?"

"Yeah, yeah go ahead." I wiped my tears, getting up, my hands locked together to stop the shaking.

"As I was going to ask," He grinned. "Macy Anderson, will you marry me?"

I broke out in a sob, nodding. "Yes."

He grinned the widest smile I had ever seen on his face. When he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger I could hear the audience cheer and the cameras probably noticed how shaky my fingers were. He held my hand in his palm and the other cupped my cheek, brushing tears from my face. "Why are you crying?"

I pointed at his face. "Look you're crying too."

He blinked several times, the smiling not dropping from his face. "No, my eyes are just sweating."

"Shut up." I pressed my lips against his own, my arms linking around his neck. When I pulled away my eyes caught the ring on my finger. There's no way he got this by himself. The size of the rock on this thing. "Was it your mu-"

"Try almost every single member of the entire family." Sam turned me around, pointing me over to a section of the stadium where I saw people come out of the side, making me smile wide.

"You forgot this," Ivan walked forward, holding his daughter's hand. Elena smiled wide at me and Sam, waving her arm up in our direction. Ivan tossed Sam a key. Sam caught it with one hand, handing it over to me.

I stared at it for a second. Suddenly, I thought back to the last time I saw this key. It was entered a door, attached to a house Sam imagined our future. "Is this-"

"The key to our home? The one you love? Yes. Yes, it is."

I grinned. "Our home." I liked the sound of that. Even though we were living together right now, referring to that house as our home made everything feel complete. It felt right.

"CHEEESY." I heard the familiar voice that was Phillip yell. "I came all the way to hear this."

"Shut up." I lightly hit him on the side of the head before hugging the life out of the youngest Cahill. He grinned, taking the camera off my neck looking at me eye to eye level. We were now the same height and looking at all the Cahill men who came to watch their brother propose made me see that the tall gene was the dominant gene in the family.

"Don't hug me." He said, holding the camera up and pushing me towards Sam.

"Hug your future husband instead." I heard Toby say, smiling wide at me.

I laughed, Sam kissed me one more time and I grinned when I heard Cedric say. "Welcome to the family officially future Mrs. Cahill."

"Future Mrs. Cahill," Sam smirked. "I like that."

I grinned. "Of course, you do."

"Do you?"

I looked at the family I was already in. From Natasha who smiled at me, holding her hand out for Elena to take. To Lucas, Joey, Greg and Phillip who had their own cameras out and recording. My eyes moved to Cedric, Ivan, Toby, Christian to Liz and Vince the parents of them all. Then by the side of Liz, I spotted my dad and Justin an I smiled so wide. Everything felt like it was falling into place. All I had to do was see my family and talk to my friends and I knew that things like the meeting tomorrow were small things, that I shouldn't be nervous with the support I have from all these people.

Then I looked at the man in front of me. In his soccer uniform. Who had just proposed in front of everyone. Who unconditionally loved and supported me as much as I did for him. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else more.

And the name. Mrs. Cahill? Macy Cahill? I looked down at the ring on my finger and grinned, hooking my arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips.

"I love it too."