“He’s actually gone down to the locker room and will stay in the dugout.”
“Are we bad WAGs because we don’t have matching outfits with our guys' names on them for the game?” Ivory asks, watching Preston stretch.
Gabby turns to her. What do you mean? We’re wearing their jerseys.”
“But what wives and girlfriends actually wear their man’s jerseys to the game? You see the other sports WAGs on social media and they’re always coordinating outfits and saying that they’d never wear their man’s jersey to a game,” Ivory counters.
I smile when Grant steps onto the field and starts talking to Mike by the dugout. “I don’t know, I know people talk trash about it, but I loved wearing Grant’s jersey to the game when hewas pitching. It was almost like a brand, like he was claiming me the same way that I was claiming him.”
“I get that, but I guess I also get the counter argument too because so many other people are wearing their jersey,” Ivory says nervously.
“Yeah, but you’re the only one going home with them.” I wink at her.
Gabby chimes in too. “If it will make you feel better, we’ll plan something for the next series. Plus, we already got something to show our support, right? Matching lingerie sets in the team colors.”
“I did get mine.” Ivory smirks. “We may have used it as a pregame celebration today.”
“Get it girl.” I playfully shove her.
Gabby’s jaw drops and she looks over at me. “Oh my God, I’m just now realizing that you wanted the link so you could buy one for Grant.”
“Sure did, and I got it embroidered specially.”
“What does it say?”
“Definitely his number, and a little something else,” I respond slyly. I haven’t worn it for Grant yet—I’m saving it for when they advance to the National League Championship Series.
The guys finish their warm-ups and wave us down to the field level. After good luck smooches and friendly jabs at Miller, we return to our seats for the opening ceremonies. The Troubadours take an early lead in the first inning and power through the game, showing exactly why they’re the division leaders this season. Chase homers, Preston and Miller make an epic double play, and our starting pitcher ties a record for most strikeouts in a post season game. We’re on fire.
As expected, they win the second game the following day and then we’re off to New York for games three and four. Grant flies with the team, but Gabby, Ivory, and I take the private jet separately and head straight to my condo to meet upwith Allie, who greets us with excited squeals on the curb outside.
“Listen, I am not complaining at all to have you girls here,” she says, hugging both Gabby and Ivory before turning to me. “But when do I get to meet Grant?”
“He’s coming to dinner tonight,” I assure her. “And hi, it’s nice to see you.”
“Of course it’s nice to see me. I’m a ray of sunshine-y delight.” Allie squeezes me tightly. “Should we get this show on the road? There are moving boxes upstairs already and I’ve ordered lunch to be delivered in an hour or so.” She moves to the stairs and opens the door for us.
I freeze just inside the door to my place. I’m normally very tidy, and I haven’t been home in over a month so it should be neat, but right now it looks like a tornado has gone off in here.
“Allie, please tell me there’s a method to your madness.”
She pushes past me, moving a few boxes out of the way as she goes. “Of course there is! It looks worse than it is, but I have it all planned out. First, mimosas!” Allie moves to the kitchen and pulls a small bottle of orange juice out of the refrigerator, passing a bottle of champagne to Ivory, who starts opening it.
“These are so cool. What are they?” Gabby asks, fingering the gold tipped roses in the vase on the kitchen counter.
“Gold-tipped roses.”
“Is it real?” She picks a purple one up and twirls it around.
“Mm-hmm. They take a real rose and dip it into gold.”
“Where did you find them? There are so many colors.”
“Grant found them. He gave me the first one for Christmas the year we got married.”
“There are eleven here.” Gabby points out putting the rose back in the vase.
“What can I say, the man sticks to tradition. Every year, a new one would show up on our anniversary in November.”
