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“Hoping to get seven years. I want kids, and I don’t want to be on the road when I have them.”
“Kids are portable.”
“Yeah, but when they start school, it would suck to miss their games and activities.”
He nods then stands. “You’re planning to marry her.”
“Damn right I am.”
“Not worried it’s too soon?” he asks.
“I’m not.” I chuckle. “She might think so, though.”
“How long have you known her?” he asks, grabbing his hat and putting it on his head.
“I knew everything I needed to know when I first saw her.”
“And what’s everything?” he asks.
“That I was hers from the jump and would do whatever was needed to make her see she was mine.”
* * *
We are tied 9-9 at the bottom of the ninth, with no one on base. I love this fucking game, but for some reason tonight, I’m crawling out of my skin, and I don’t want another inning, which makes me even more uneasy. This might be the longest game I’ve ever played.
Amias Steel is up to bat, and I know damn well he can hit it out of the park, almost on demand. He lets the first one fly by, and the ump calls a strike. He’s unfazed as he gets in his stance again.
The next pitch is thrown, and he has to jump back in order not to get hit.
“Come on, Steel. Knock it out!” Locke yells to him.
Amias steps back into the box. The next pitch, he swings, and the entire stadium goes ballistic as it soars in the air and keeps on soaring over center field and over the fence.
“We’ll take it.” Coach chuckles.
* * *
After my shower, I check my phone and see nothing from Gwen, but I do have a notification. I swipe to see that she posted another picnic picture, and it’s captioned,
Postgame celebration for 2, loving this #newtradition.
The time, thirty minutes ago.
* * *
As soon as I round the building, I see the setup, but she’s not there. I increase my speed as I send a voice text.
“Marks, if you don’t have eyes on York, we have a fucking problem!”
And then I hear a shot.
I drop my duffel and run, hoping it’s in the right direction.
When I get to the riverbank, I see him. I fucking know it’s him, and he’s holding her down, face-first in the water.
“He went over the bank!” I hear from behind me, but I don’t look back. I don’t give a fuck who it is.
I slide down the rest of the embankment, and I dive toward him.
