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“So protective,” Walker says. “What’s going on with them?”
“Nothing,” everyone says in unison, though I think we all believe something is happening there.
With two runners on base, Romy is next up to bat. She drags her bat and rolls her eyes. “Why would you put me third? Last year I had a negative average.”
“What’s up with her?” Sadie asks Gillian.
Gillian shakes her head. “I don’t know. She’s never liked playing, but she’s usually more into it.”
Wren’s mouth crinkles as though she doesn’t know either.
Romy bunts and runs to first. The catcher and pitcher don’t know whose ball it is, so she’s safe. Wren jumps up and down, clapping.
Then Emmett comes out of the dugout, and the way Wren screams his name, you’d think he’s a celebrity. She turns to me. “Emmett’s up!”
I can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I see.”
“Am I missing something?” Gillian asks, eyes narrowed.
I shake my head.
Emmett gets into position, and I admire his physique and feel proud that he’s mine. No one here knows it, but this man has been giving me record-worthy orgasms for the past week.
The first pitch is a strike.
“He can’t handle the fourth spot. He’s too explosive,” Walker chimes in with his opinion.
“Shut up, you bully,” Wren says.
If I was her mom, I might discipline her or tell her to sit down on the bench, but I’m not, and she’s right. Walker Matthews needs to keep his mouth shut.
The next pitch comes in, and Emmett swings and misses. I bite my lip, worried that maybe I’m bad luck. I saw him strike out so many times last year.
Another pitch comes in, and he swings, connecting the bat to the ball, and it sails over the infield, dropping right between second base and centerfield. Ben hustles to score, and Lottie gets to third while Emmett is at first.
Unfortunately, not much happens after that. The next inning, Emmett and Ben are back in the infield. A pop up comes their way that Emmett is camped under, but Ben shoves him out of the way, catching the ball.
Emmett gets up and storms at Ben, tackling him and shouting, “What the fuck?”
I place my hands over Wren’s ears.
They battle for dominance, rolling around as if they’re nine years old. Ben gets a punch in on Emmett, then Emmett nails Ben across the cheek with his fist.
“Brother brawl,” Walker says.
I want to kick him off the bleachers.
All the rest of the Plain Daisy Ranch players go over, and Jude gets in the middle of them. Emmett and Ben eventually get to their feet, both holding their cheeks.
“He’s only letting you bat fourth to make you happy because you act like a fucking baby,” Ben shouts.
Emmett goes after Ben again, but Jude gets in the mix, holding him back. But then Ben yells at Jude, and pretty soon, it’s a three-way fight, all the brothers shouting at each other.
Sadie grabs my hand. “They’ll work it out. They always do.”
I’m not sure what the look on my face must be that would make her tell me that.
“Everything will be all right,” she says, squeezing my hand.
