I just gape at him for a moment, trying to wrap my head around it. If there’s anyone who deserves to go pro right out of college, it’s him. He’s poured his blood, sweat, and tears into this, and seeing it finally happening is…amazing.
“Babe.” I whisper. “You’ve wanted this your whole life.”
“Yeah.” He agrees. “I have.”
I press my free hand to my chest. “Don’t you dare make me cry. I redid this mascara twice.”
He laughs and squeezes my hand. “I’ll work my ass off. So you can bet everything on your talent.”
I hold his gaze because the way he says things, like it’s already decided that my dream is just as real to him as his own, makes it hard to swallow.
“I’m so happy for you, J.” I finally say. “I’m so, so happy.”
“Then do everything you want.” He replies. “If you’re happy, bet everyt
