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Sam Darnold and the Seattle Seahawks clinch the 1-seed

Going home from the celebration drinks with the lads after a match. You're both a bit tipsy so you get a taxi back to his place.

You stop a bit early at a supermarket to get some stuff you know he needs. His arm is around your shoulders as you walk down the ailses and he plants kisses to your temple while you look at the shelf. He starts whining a little about wanting chocolate so you go to the sweets aisle, and end up buying about half the shop in sweets, crisp and chocolate.

He laughs at you struggling to carry all the items in your arms. Neither of you grabbed a basket at the door, of course you didn't, you only came for bread and milk.

You dump all the food on the till, a couple things falling on the floor that he picks up with a laugh. You're stood so close to each other as you scan items, and he gets a bit too close for public when he scoots past you to get to the bags to put the stuff away. When you hear the quiet giggle and feel his hand on your lower back every now and then, you know the night will be good.