"Can I have some of your leftovers, sir?" - A single mother suddenly holds a baby and asks for Patrick Mahomes' leftovers

“Can I have some of your leftovers, sir?” – A single mother suddenly holds a baby and asks for Patrick Mahomes’ leftovers

The evening air in downtown Portland carried the scent of autumn leaves and the distant promise of rain. Patrick Mahomes sat alone at a sidewalk table outside Café Bellacort, watching the city settle into its familiar rhythm of evening commuters and early diners. At 29, he was already a household name, a Super Bowl champion and MVP, but tonight, he wore only a simple hoodie and jeans, enjoying rare anonymity far from the roaring stadiums and blinding spotlights.

His plate of pasta arrabbiata sat half-finished before him. His appetite had waned lately—a casualty of endless travel, media obligations, and the relentless pressure that came with being the face of a franchise. He missed his family: Brittany, their daughter Sterling, and little Bronze. The ache was sharper on nights like this, when the world felt both wide and strangely impersonal.

Patrick glanced at his phone, its screen lighting up with a message from his agent about a late-night interview request. He silenced it and leaned back, letting the city’s sounds wash over him. He’d grown to appreciate these quiet moments, when he could just be Patrick, not Mahomes the superstar.

A young woman approached the café’s outdoor seating area, moving with the careful steps of someone carrying precious cargo. She held a baby close to her chest, wrapped in a hand-knitted blanket. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and her clothes, while clean, bore the unmistakable wear of difficult circumstances.

Patrick noticed her hesitation as she paused near the entrance, her eyes scanning the diners with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. There was a quiet dignity in her posture, a strength that seemed at odds with her situation. When their eyes met, he saw not just need, but resilience.

She stepped closer, stopping at a respectful distance. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I noticed you weren’t finishing your meal. May I have your leftovers?”

The question hung in the air between them. Patrick had been asked for autographs, selfies, even money countless times, but never quite like this. There was no hint of manipulation in her request—just honest need.

He looked her over more closely. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, with eyes that held the exhaustion of sleepless nights and the fierce protectiveness of a mother. The baby in her arms stirred, making small, plaintive sounds.

“Of course,” Patrick said, pushing his chair back. “Please. Would you like to sit down?”

The woman hesitated. “I don’t want to intrude on your evening.”

“You’re not intruding,” Patrick replied, his Texas drawl gentle. “I was just finishing up, anyway. Please.”

She settled carefully into the chair across from him, adjusting the baby with practiced ease. “I’m Patrick,” he offered, extending his hand.

She blinked in recognition, but said nothing about it. “Christina,” she replied. “And this is Lily.”

The waiter approached, and Patrick ordered another portion of pasta, along with bread and a cup of tea. “The food here’s pretty good,” he explained. “You shouldn’t have to settle for leftovers.”

Christina’s eyes filled with tears that she quickly blinked away. “You don’t have to do that. I didn’t mean—”

“I know what you meant,” Patrick said softly. “But I’d like to buy you dinner, if you’ll let me.”

As they waited for Christina’s meal, she told him pieces of her story. She had come to Portland six months ago, fleeing an abusive relationship. She’d found work at a diner, but the hours were unpredictable and child care expensive. Two weeks ago, the diner closed, leaving her without income. She’d been staying at a women’s shelter, but there was a waiting list for longer-term programs. “I have a job interview tomorrow at a hotel downtown—housekeeping. It’s not much, but it’s a start.”

Patrick listened without interrupting, recognizing the courage it took to share such personal details. He thought of his own mother and how hard she’d worked to give him a chance. He thought of Sterling and Bronze, and how fiercely he wanted to protect them from the world’s hardships.

When Christina’s meal arrived, she ate slowly, savoring each bite while keeping one hand free to comfort Lily. Patrick found himself thinking about the countless team dinners and charity banquets he’d attended—the expensive meals that had become routine, even meaningless.

“How old is Lily?” he asked.

“Four months next week,” Christina replied, her voice warming as she looked at her daughter. “She’s been such a good baby through all of this. Sometimes I think she understands that we’re in this together.”

Patrick smiled. “Babies are more perceptive than we give them credit for. My little girl’s the same way. She always seems to know when I need her to be patient.”

They talked as the evening deepened around them. Christina shared her dreams of finishing her nursing degree, of giving Lily the stable life she deserved. Patrick talked about his foundation, 15 and the Mahomies, and the work they did to help kids and families in need. “My mom always said everyone deserves a second chance,” he told her. “Circumstances don’t define character.”

As the café began to wind down, Patrick made a decision that felt both spontaneous and inevitable. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a business card, scribbling a number on the back. “Christina,” he said, “I want you to call this number tomorrow. Ask for Carla—she runs our family assistance program. They can help with housing, child care, job placement. It’s what we do.”

Christina stared at the card, her hands trembling. “But why? You don’t even know me.”

Patrick was quiet for a moment, watching as Lily opened her eyes and gazed around with innocent wonder. “Because when I was a kid, my mom and I struggled. We had people who helped us, not just with money, but with opportunity and dignity. I wouldn’t be here without them. Now it’s my turn.”

Tears spilled freely down Christina’s cheeks. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll call. Say you’ll let us help you get back on your feet.”

“I will,” Christina whispered. “Thank you.”

As they prepared to part, Patrick watched Christina gather her things, careful not to disturb Lily. “What time’s your interview tomorrow?” he asked.

“Ten o’clock, at the Marriott downtown.”

Patrick smiled. “The manager there’s a friend of mine. I’ll give him a call tonight—not to guarantee anything, but to make sure they see what I saw: someone with character and determination.”

Six months later, Patrick received a handwritten letter at his foundation’s office. Christina had gotten the job and, with the foundation’s help, moved into a small apartment near Lily’s daycare. She was taking evening classes toward her nursing degree and included a photo of Lily, now sitting up and smiling.

“Mr. Mahomes,” the letter read, “you showed me that asking for help isn’t shameful, and accepting kindness isn’t weakness. Mostly, you reminded me that there are still people in the world who see others as family, not strangers. I hope someday I can pass on what you gave me—not just practical help, but the reminder that we’re all connected.”

Patrick folded the letter and placed it in his desk drawer, next to a photo of his own family. He thought about that night outside the café, how a simple request for leftovers had reminded him of something essential: the privilege of being able to help, and the miracle of human connection—one act of kindness at a time.

Patrick and Brittany Mahomes pack on sweet PDA during family golf outing with their kids

They just can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Patrick Mahomes and wife Brittany Mahomes were spotted exchanging some PDA during a family golf outing on Saturday.

“Shadow Creek and @15andmahomies adventures❤️” Brittany captioned a collection of pictures she shared on Instagram from his 15 and the Mahomies foundation’s Las Vegas Golf Classic.

The sweet snaps showed the family of five as they made their way across the golfing greens.

Patrick and Brittany Mahomes were seen packing on the PDA on Saturday during their family golf outing.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

“Shadow Creek and @15andmahomies adventures❤️” Brittany captioned the pictures.Brittany Mahomes/InstagramOne of the pictures showed the couple sharing a quick smooch while Brittany sat in a golf cart. In the last photo added to the carousel, Brittany could be seen posing in front of her husband, who had his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

In several pictures, Brittany and Patrick put on big smiles as they posed with their daughter Sterling, 4, and son Bronze, 2, out on the course. The mother of three wore a black form-fitting athletic dress — which at one point, she covered with a bronze-colored sleeveless shirt.

Patrick kept his look casual in a black short-sleeved polo and a pair of gray shorts. He finished his look with some black sneakers and a matching baseball cap.

Also included in the family outing was the couple’s new baby girl Golden Raye, whom they welcomed in January ahead of this year’s NFL playoff games.

The couple also posed for several photos with their two kids Sterling, 4, and Bronze, 2.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

The family was all smiles together as they participated in Mahomes’ Las Vegas Golf Classic for his 15 and the Mahomies foundation.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram
The couple, who has yet to reveal baby Golden’s face to the world, shared a rare photo of her within the carousel.

The picture showed their youngest child dressed in an adorable yellow onesie as his mom held the baby in her arms.

The sighting comes just weeks after the couple held another one of their lovefests at this year’s Formula One Miami Grand Prix.

The couple also included their new baby girl Golden Raye, whom they welcomed in January.Brittany Mahomes/Instagram

Patrick and Brittany were last seen exchanging some PDA at this year’s Formula One Miami Grand Prix earlier this month.
In a post shared to Brittany’s social media, the Kansas City Chiefs quarterback and fitness trainer, both 29, were seen making kissy faces at each other while cuddling up close on a suede green couch inside inside Alpine’s VIP suite at Hard Rock Stadium.