Connor
Edward had won. I didn't even understand why he was so stressed to begin with. They hadn't just won by a little. It was a leaping difference that even if the opposing team tried to catch up it would have been a pure miracle.
He held his team together whenever they became frazzled and he looked like a rugby God amongst them. I honestly believed it was because of my prayer which I believed Edward loved. Seeing his smile was what made it so much better.
It had been a few days since his win and he was coming back today. He didn't specify what time but he mentioned something about some family meeting he had. I wondered what that was all about. What did a family meeting even entail?
Did they talk about the family or was it a business meeting with family?
Dad normally just told me what I would do and when I would do it there was no family aspect to it. Not that I minded. He was a rugby legend after all. He probably knew best.
