<p><strong style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Knoxville Coyotes rookie, West Crawford, is a celebrated, lightning-fast football god on the field. Off the field? He's my ex-boyfriend and greatest heartache.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I didn't think long-distance would break us when West was drafted to Tennessee, and I was called home to Paris for a family emergency. But it did.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Fast-forward six months and West is playing in the Super Bowl, I'm rooting for him to win, and our worlds re-collide.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">Celebrating West's success is supposed to be a one-night, free-for-all that ends with closure. Instead, it births a new beginning. Literally.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">I'm having a baby with my ex, our lives are still thousands of miles apart, and nothing has changed.</strong><span style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">&nbsp;I mean, except the obvious.</span></p><p><br></p><p>Between West's flourishing career, my familial responsibilities abroad, and a positive pregnancy test that surprises us both,&nbsp;<strong style="color: rgba(15, 17, 17, 1)">our relationship is bound to be sacked before it has the chance to soar.</strong></p>