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"You do realize that this is the Super Bowl and not the Met Gala, right?" You complained from your spot on the bed. Brock had woken up impossibly early. From nerves, excitement or just his mental alarm not letting him back to sleep, you will never know. He decided now was the best time to frantically look through his suitcase for his outfit. You groaned as he kept mumbling to himself, causing you to sit up and throw a pillow at him. It hit him in the head, and he finally looked over at you. "You're walking through a tunnel and then putting on your gear. Do you really need to fuss this much about it?"
"It's the Super Bowl, and it's Vegas," He sighed as he gently threw the pillow back as he stood up and walked to the bed. He sat back on his side as he pulled you into his chest, just needing something, someone, to hold onto. "They're gonna tear into me unless I look perfect."
"I swear, no one cares," You laughed as you rolled yourself up to sit on his lap. "It's clothes and as long as you're covered, I do not think they will care. For god's sake, where is the guy who casually wore a stained t-shirt and jeans to the NFC Championship game? Huh? Where is the carefree attitude? You're letting everything pile before the pile has even started."
"It's stressful being the quarterback, and it's stressful trying to find something acceptable for the Super Bowl," he laughed. You gave him a short kiss before standing up and walking to the closet where you hung up a suit you thought he would look good in. Before you could get to the closet, you stopped and pointed at his suitcase. "What about it?"
"Did you bring your entire closet with you?" You accused as you started to put the clothes back in the case. "Do you not remember me packing your suit because you said you didn't want to stress about it later. This whole conversation could have been avoided, Brock."
"Oh, I forgot in all the chaos," He admitted as he stood up to help you clean it up.
"No, go put the suit on. I'll worry about this while you get in the mindset for the game. The last thing your team needs is a distracted quarterback," you lectured, pushing him toward the bathroom. "We'll go get breakfast when you're done and head to the stadium."
He just needed to calm down and think of it less as a Super Bowl and more a more of a normal game. Otherwise, he would overthink everything. Relatively speaking, it did not take long for him to get in the zone.
And you were off.
Vegas was not known for having a lot of good breakfast places, but the hotel you were staying at had a decent spread. There was stuff that you liked, stuff that he liked, and there was no need to compromise. It was fairly lax so there were not a lot of people around. You both were able to sit down and enjoy the calm before the storm that would be inevitable at the stadium.
When you finished up, it was already time to leave. The car was in front of the hotel, ready to pick up some of the key players and take them to the stadium.
When the car pulled up to the tunnel, all of the other players and their significant others climbed out and were practically flash banged from the paparazzi's cameras. You two hung back a minute letting the hectic news die down before you faced the masses.
"Are you ready to make your debut?" You asked, grabbing his hand in reassurance as you rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. "You'll do great, you know."
"Let's do this thing," he said strongly before letting out a breath and moving to step out of the car, holding out a hand to you. You walked hand-in-hand down the tunnel through the flashing lights toward the hectic locker room
"And the San Francisco 49ers are in the building."
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