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I shrug when I answer. “I can’t tell you no today, right?”
We walk through the gates and immediately the smell of ballpark hot dogs and popcorn fills my senses. The announcer on the loudspeaker is informing everyone about things happening around the park, kids are screaming while they play, and people are laughing in every direction you turn. I breathe it all in, loving every single second.
“Burger, hot dog, or nachos?” Fitz asks, pulling his wallet from his pocket as we stop at a concession stand.
“Hot dog, french fries, and a beer, please.” I smile up at him and he kisses my nose, reminding me of the way Pops did the same thing with Gran.
I’m so glad he grew up around them.
“Yes ma’am.” We make it to our seats, which are so close to the dugout you can practically smell the sweat and sunflower seeds, just as the teams are starting to warm up. I scan the field carefully, watching as each player exits the dugout when Fitz’s voice brings my attention back to him.
“Are you disappointed?” My head snaps in his direction, seeing the guarded look in his eyes.
“What?! No. Why would you ask that?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. This isn’t—” Something catches my attention on the field and I gasp embarrassingly loud when I look over and see who just ran out of the dugout.
“Fitz, shut up. Look! It’s Shohei Ohtani!” I slap his arm and watch as he begins warming up with the rest of the team. After a minute, I remember that Fitz was in the middle of saying something to me and I look back over at him. “I’m so sorry. I interrupted you. What were you saying?”
“Um. What the fuck, Trouble? You…I. I don’t even know what to say.” My head falls back with laughter, wishing I had a picture of his face right now.
“You’re not the only one full of surprises, babe.” I bump his shoulder with mine, lowering my glasses to wink at him.
He laughs, sitting back in his seat like he’s actually needing a minute to process. “So…you like baseball then?”
“Yep. I dated a guy in high school who was on the baseball team, and that’s when I first got into it. After we broke up I stopped going to the games, obviously, and wound up missing it more than I thought I would. So I started watching college and pro games instead.” He shifts in his seat like he’s too excited to sit still.
“Do you have a favorite team?” I scrunch my nose while I think.
“Not really. I’m more of a fan of the players than I am of a specific team. I feel like that limits your support. Like, for instance, Yadier Molina was one of the greatest catchers of our time, and you won’t change my mind about that. He was damn near impossible to run on. Then you have Barry Bonds, one of the best hitters ever, even naturally he’s one of the hardest batters to pitch against. Then, of course, my guy Shohei. He’s a great pitcher but as a DH? Forget about it. Love him.” I pop a French fry in my mouth and look over to see Fitz with an unreadable look on his face.
“I think I just fell in love with you again.” I laugh, rolling my eyes at him and he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling my ear closer to his lips.
“I saw that, Trouble.”
Lucky me.
Grumpy Bunch Group Chat
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Okay, maybe you can settle this argument for us. Which is worse. Sitting on one of your balls, or zipping your dick in your jeans?
Unknown number
Who the fuck is wearing jeans without underwear?
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Sometimes there’s just not time.
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WHEN?! WHEN IS THERE NO TIME TO PUT ON FUCKING UNDERWEAR?
Me
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