Page 52 of Big Pitch Energy

She was crying before I even finished the question.

“Yes,” she whispered, then said it again louder, “Yes, of course yes.”

I slipped the ring onto her finger—a simple solitaire with tiny compass points around the band, to match her necklace and bracelet—then stood and gently pulled her to her feet to kiss her properly.

“I love you,” she said against my lips.

“I love you too. We're going to have such an amazing life together.”

“Home and away games,” she said with a laugh.

“The perfect season,” I agreed.

We settled back onto the deck chairs, holding each other tight, with the sound of the ocean waves below us and moonlight glinting off the ring on her finger. And I knew we'd figured out the most important thing of all—sometimes the best pitch you can throw is your whole heart, trusting the right person will be there to catch it.

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