Oakley POV
Five and a half months later
"Morning, baby," Ava murmurs dreamily from her place on my chest.
I place a gentle kiss on her head. "Goodmorning beautiful."
I've been up for a few hours now, but she doesn't need to know that. It was nearly impossible for me to sleep last night, considering today is by far the most important day of my life.
"Mmm, what time do we need to leave by?" she mumbles, unwrapping her legs from mine to stretch them out.
"Mom wants to have brunch in an hour, then we should have a few hours before we have to head to the Arena."
"She's probably freaking out right now," Ava softly chuckles. "When she called me from our apartment yesterday, she could barely manage to form a complete sentence."
Oh, don't I know it. When I had sent mom her flight and hotel
