The gym echoed with the rhythm of clapping hands and sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.
Steph stood at the front, her voice strong, guiding the younger girls through the cheer routine.
Her ponytail bounced with each move, her smile lighting up the room.
Randy leaned against the wall, half in shadow, Raider Nation jacket zipped up.
His eyes softened as he watched her — not just as his girlfriend, but as someone who carried herself with grace and patience.
She’s going to be a great mother someday, he thought, pride swelling in his chest.
But then he heard it.
A group of college guys, lingering near the back, whispering and laughing.
Their words carried just enough for Randy to catch — comments about Steph, about her looks, about how she moved. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Randy’s jaw tightened.
He pushed off the wall, walking around the corner where they could see him.
The black Raider Nation jacket caught the light, the logo bold across his chest.
His presence was enough to silence their laughter.
One by one, the guys filed out of the building.
And one by one, they had to pass Randy.
He didn’t speak.
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His eyes followed each of them, steady, unblinking, making sure they knew exactly who Steph belonged to — and who was watching.
As the last one left, Randy exhaled, his focus returning to Steph.
She hadn’t noticed the exchange, too busy encouraging the girls, clapping along with their cheer.
Randy leaned back against the wall again, calmer now.
His pride in her only grew stronger.
She’s mine.
My 19.
And I’ll protect her, always.