MARIA POV
The moment I walked into the stadium, the electric atmosphere hit me. The roar of the crowd, the rhythmic chants, and the sharp whistle of the referee echoed in the crisp evening air. Sam, seated next to me with his sharp eyes scanning the crowd, was munching happily on the cookies I’d baked in the week.
“These are amazing, Maria,” he mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate chip goodness, her normally stoic demeanor replaced by a rare look of contentment.
I chuckled softly, handing him another one from the tin I’d brought. “I’ll make you more if you keep me company next time, deal?”
“Deal,” he said with a small smirk before his gaze flickered back to the game.
I turned my attention to the field, where Henry and Dax were already in action. Watching them play always sti
