“I’m sorry, and I hate to have to run, but I have some masks to deliver. I’m going to leave yours on your front porch, okay?”
“Sounds good. Please tell your mom I said thank you.”
“I will. Bye, Sharee.”
“Bye, Drew.”
I watch as he exits his car and races toward my house, so he doesn’t get caught in the rain. I run to my door, dying to open it, throw my arms around him, and see just how wet he can really make me, but I don’t. Instead, I spy on him through the peephole, shamelessly checking out every inch of him.
“I know you’re behind that door, watching me,” he says.
“No, I’m not,” I state.
He leans up to the peephole and kisses it. It’s a quick movement, but I nearly become weak in the knees in glee. It’s our first kiss and one I’ll never forget!
10
Day 10
April 5
My phone dings with an incoming text message. I was so fond of my ringtone that I looked for what I could use for Drew when it came to text messages as well. Imagine my excitement when I found the sound of a ball being hit off a bat! Now, every time my messages go off, all I can imagine is the sight of his arms swinging a large wooden bat and then him running down the field.
I can imagine it because I’ve seen it. It’s amazing what you can find on the internet when you have all the time in the world to devote to searching—not snooping on—someone.
Okay, who am I kidding? I was totally snooping, but who wouldn’t?
I even found a YouTube video from years ago when he was being scouted. Seeing the baby-faced Drew was so adorable. They did little interviews with him and showed just about every at-bat or dig that he made at first base.
And look at me, using the worddigwhen it comes to catching a ball. Yeah, I looked that up too. I’m going to be the most amazing, supportive WAG there.
I can envision it now. I’ll have on his jersey—which I’ve looked for and they don’t have available yet. Don’t get me started on that. And I’m hoping he can get me close, so I can be there, cheering him on for every game I can go to. And, yes, I plan on making a sign that says,That’s my man!
I wonder if he’ll think that’s too much.
Nah, he’ll expect nothing less from me, I’m sure. Then, all the other guys will ask why their WAGs aren’t as supportive as I am, and I’ll start this huge issue between the players and their wives.
Okay, maybe that’s a little too far, I’ll admit. I’ll just start with his jersey and make my way up to the sign.
I grab my phone and swipe it on to read his text.
Drew: How about we make dinner together tonight?
Me: Of course. When and where?
Me: Oh, wait, we’re on lockdown. I’m curious, how is this going to work?
Drew: We’re going to cook together via FaceTime. I’m going to bring you the groceries and drop them off on your porch.
Me: Love it! I’ll be here.
Drew: Okay, I’ll be there shortly.
I race around and actually get ready like I would if it were a real date. I blow-dry my light brown hair and do my makeup. I know he’s seen me in my current state, but he hasn’t seen me at my best. I want to dress up to show my appreciation toward him for our so-called date.
An hour later, I hear a knock on my door. I race to it and open it up. Drew is already back to his car, but he waits for me.
I stand there in my favorite spring dress even though the rain is misting around us. A cold breeze washes over me, but it’s nothing compared to the tingles running over my body from seeing him.
