I don’t even know how we get the idea.
Just that suddenly we’re walking between booths, sunlight spilling over everything, Ellie dragging us toward flowers, Hattie in my arms.
Logan’s next to me, holding a bag of produce like this is just normal. Like this is our life.
At one point, he nudges my shoulder.
“You good?” he asks.
I glance at him, and see the way he’s looking at me, soft and easy.
“Yeah,” I say.
And for once I mean it. Life is good.
By the time we get back, the house is already alive again.
Early in the afternoon, the front door swings open and Ivy comes rushing toward us.
“Oh my gosh!” she says, eyes wide. “Congratulations!”
I blink. “On what?”
She stops and stares at me.
“You haven’t checked your phone today?”
I frown. “No…”
I shrug a little. “I don’t know. I’ve just been—” I gesture vaguely. “Taking care of things here.”
Ivy lets out a laugh like she can’t believe me.
“Cassie,” she says, grabbing my arm. “Your post went absolutely viral.”
My stomach drops.
“What?”
Jackson steps in behind her, grinning. “She’s not kidding. It’s everywhere.”
I blink between them. “What do you mean everywhere?”
Ivy pulls out her phone, already tapping.
“Just look.”
She turns the screen toward me, and there it is, the video of Logan with the ball disappearing into the sky. Some pans of the crowd drinking beers and having a good, family-friendly time.
There are hundreds of thousands of views and climbing.
Comments stack faster than I can read, about how we need to bring back wholesome fun and that professional baseball is overpriced…
And it’s still climbing.
Logan just grins. “Oops, you did it again.”
“Thanks a million for watching them again, Cass,” Jackson says.
