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“Callaway,” I whisper. He’s standing against the wall, looking up at the photo of my favorite people in the world, like our home is better with them in it.

I couldn’t agree more.

My tears come from a bottomless pit today, resulting from his precious surprises.

“It’s perfect.” I’m running and jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around him tightly, kissing the ever-loving shit out of him.

“You ready to spend forever with me, angel?”

My squealing tells himI am.

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Who knewhouse renovations could be so fun?

Dakota has all but mapped out the entire layout of our home, including color schemes. She stayed back from our away game last week to finish the scrapbook for Leggins but somehow found the time to blow my phone up with couch options and countertop samples.

I’m loving it.

I love that we're making decisions that will stay with us indefinitely and be a part of our journey. She claims she’s still dark and twisty, but this woman has chosen nothing but bright colors to adorn our walls, proving she's happier than she thinks.

It’s infectious to see happiness radiate from her beautiful face.

We start the house renovations next week, and I’ve officially moved out of the house with the guys. I'm now living at Dakota’s apartment until the house is more livable for both of us.

“Hayes. King can’t stop himself from macking on your girl.”

Gus clues me in on the harmless interaction.

It’s harmless teasing for them. The whole team knows how close Dakota and Kingston have grown this season. He’s become like a brother to her, and I’m glad she has him in her corner.

As long as they don’t plot my death, we’re good.

Even so, I love to fuck with him.

My eyes dart in their direction, and once again, she steals the air from my lungs. Her beauty is crushing.

I can’t keep my eyes off her from across the field.

She’s standing at the fence of the Striker’s dugout, sifting through sunflower seed flavors with Kingston. I’m pretty sure he’s teaching her how to spit them properly. Little does my boy know, she’s got the art of spitting down right.

Dakota is wearing the cutest little black athletic dress with bright yellow Dunks. She even has a massive lightning bolt bow in her hair, securing her curly ponytail. She’s adorable andmine. I’ll never get tired of saying that.

I’m on the mound tonight, feeling like I’m levitating.

I need one more out to secure the win, and we take the series.

It’s only halfway through the Major League season, and the Strikers are on fire, unbeatable in every sense of the word.

We’re about to add another domination to that list.

Being the jealous dick that I am, I do something unexpected for me and call time on the game.

The umpire grants my request, and I’m on the move, darting off to the dugout with only one thing on my mind.

The team is eyeing me like I’ve lost my fucking mind, and maybe I have.