Page 147 of Fielder's Choice

“We’ll make sure you get one,” Ella promises. “All the WAGs get one.”

“And if anyone has a problem with you being back here right now,” Rory adds, “they can talk to me. My dad is the Field Manager, so I’ve got some sway here.”

They lead me down a few more hallways before we come to a stop in front of a door that reads Clubhouse.

“What do we do now?” I ask.

“We wait,” Harlow shrugs. “The guys are all inside showering after the game and getting ready to go home.”

“Not your man, though,” Ella laughs. “He’s the star of the game, so he’s making his media appearance first.”

“Daddy play good!” Sage yells happily.

“He playedsogood, sweet girl!”

“And he like ballerinas,” she smiles.

Sage has been starting to make actual sentences, and I feel like we’re holding real conversations now. It’s been so fun getting to talk to her.

“Well, Sagie, youarea ballerina!” I chime, taking her hands in mine.

“And you! You a ballerina, Owive!”

One of these days, she’s going to pronounce my name correctly, and I think I’ll cry. Sad tears because the way she says “Owive” is so cute.

“I have two ballerinas,” a voice booms from directly behind me.

I turn around quickly, hand to my chest. “Jesus.”

“Just Lane,” he smirks, and I roll my eyes.

“You played great tonight, Hotshot.”

Lane wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me in close, brushing his lips over mine. “Had to impress my girl.” He kisses me sweetly as I hear Harlowawwbehind us. He leans closer now, ghosting his lips over the shell of my ear. “Fucking love seeing you in my jersey, baby.”

I laugh lightly. “I’ve heard guys have a thing for their girl in their jersey.”

“I can’t speak for other guys, but I sure as hell do. Wouldn’t mind seeing you in that and nothing else.” His voice is low and gruff, and need pulses between my legs.

“You’re so dirty,” I tease.

“You already knew that, Ballerina.”

“Not seeming so PG out here,” Cole laughs, walking out of the clubhouse and joining us in the hallway.

“Shut it, Pierce,” Lane says, pointing at him. “I’ve watched you, Spencer, and Garro for years. My turn now.” He bends down to scoop up his daughter. “Lovebug! Did you have fun watching the game?”

“Yes! I sit with Mommy.”

My heart swells. She’s said it before, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over hearing her call me her mother.

“Holy fudge,” Knox says in surprise. “That’s a big moment.”

Lane just wraps his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Sage and I both know that Liv is who we’ve been waiting for.”

“God, this is so flipping cute.” We turn now to see Ari walking out of the clubhouse.

“Seriously?” Josh says emphatically. “You find every romantic display cute, but youstilldon’t want that for yourself?”

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