We both lean back against my pillows and watch the rest of the post-game coverage.
Three games to go.
The Fireballs still have to win three more games to win the whole series.
“You’re going to do it,” I whisper to him.
He presses a kiss to my hair. “We’re going to do it.”
“No matter how many times I need to have sex with you to make sure you’re on top of your game.”
He snort-laughs, and then I’m beneath him once again, laughing while he kisses me until I’m not laughing anymore.
But I’m still happy.
So very, very happy.
38
Cooper
Askme the last time a baseball game gave me butterflies.
No, wait, don’t.
Might jinx it.
Heh. Kidding.
I’m Cooper Fucking Rock. I play for the Fireballs.
And we’re in the top of the ninth in the seventh game of the World Series, all tied up at three games apiece in the series, leading by a single run with two outs to go, back at Duggan Field with my family in the stands.
Allof my family.
Waverly.
My parents and siblings and in-laws and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents.
My Mountain Lions Little Sluggers team, who still finished worst in their summer league, but won two games this year, which is two more than last year.
The baristas from my favorite coffee shop in town.
Beck and Levi and their families.
All of them.
Cash Rivers too.
Even Davis Remington, the elusive, camera-avoiding fifth former member of Bro Code.
Pretty sure I even saw Zinnia when the camera panned over to the owner’s suite, where Waverly’s tucked away with her security team and Aspen, who insisted on being here to support her friend while Waverly’s supporting me.
Taking the business part out of their relationship was a good move. Or should be, long-term. Waverly and Zinnia have been discussing boundaries, and I have high hopes for their future.
Also a good move?
Me getting my head back in this game as Trevor Stafford, our relief pitcher who was called up after spending most of the year in rehab in the Minors, finishes warming up.
