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Reagan
So ten?
Lucie
Rea, leave him alone. Of course he’s a ten.
Not helping.
Reagan
Mom’s already crying and it hasn’t even happened yet.
Lucie
You better have hid her from Callie or she’ll ruin the surprise! She tried handing Callie a wedding catalog at the nail salon this week. I nearly killed her.
Reagan
It’s hard! We’re about to throw the most epic wedding ever! Don’t blame us for being excited.
Callie and I are going to plan our wedding. Not you guys… Luce, are you on your way yet?
Lucie
We’re walking down the hall now. You better deliver this news gently!
“I got to go meet Lucie with Miles,” I say to Adam and toss my phone back in my bag.
“Oh yeah, how's that going by the way?” Adam asks with a knowing smile. Man, he’s really pushing it today.
“I don’t ask questions,” I quip, turning to walk toward the door.
Adam humphs. “Yeah, I didn’t either.”
Damn shit stirrer.
“Will,” Lucie calls as I step out into the hallway. Her and Miles are decked out in all Blues gear for Opening Day and I’m going not to dwell on the fact that I already know it’s not our last name on her jersey.
“Hey, Miles, looking good, bud.” I kneel in front of him so I can look him in the eye. “I’ve got something to run by you.”
Callie
I can’t even begin to express how happy I am that it’s Opening Day. Away games just don’t feel as lively. Not to mention home games mean actually beinghome.
I love mine and Will’s place so much. To other people it’s probably pretty obnoxious the amount of pictures we have on our walls, but I smile every time I walk in our unlocked door. Will does too and that’s all that matters to me.
I walk down the stairs to my little photo outpost as Adam runs up behind me. “Hey, Cals.”
“One sec,” I reply as I set my stuff down to the side and turn on the little portable heater I begged Olsson for. Turning back to my brother, I rub my hands together to warm them. “What’s up?”
“So, the guest who was going to do the ceremonial first pitch can’t come at the last minute. I volunteered you for the honor.” Adam gives me a goofy smile as he sees the look of horror on my face.
“You did not.” I blink at him. I’ve thrown balls with the guys enough to know I can do a decent job—enough to not embarrass myself, at least. But he’s not serious, he can’t be. “Adam, it’s Opening Day. This place is not only packed, it’s sold out! It’s a fucking televised game!”
Adam laughs. “I know.”
“Callie!” Olsson shouts from the field. “You’re up.”
