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PCA Vote Drabble #1

Evelyn considers herself pretty observant. She’s got two 8-year-old boys who could take over the world (or burn down the house) if not properly monitored. Plus she’s chief WAG. Nothing happens on the Padres that she doesn’t know about. Nothing. Not a pregnancy. Not a DUI. Not a separation. If Stubbs got a hangnail, she’d get a text. It’s this simple reason that she can’t believe she missed this.

Mike and Ginny have always been a little off, and she’s always known about Ginny’s teen crush on her captain, but she never imagined there was any more to it. And she never imagined Ginny would keep it a secret if there was. That’s why she almost trips when she happens upon them in the clubhouse, sequestered in a corner. They could just be talking, but Mike’s too close, and his hand is up on the wall, boxing Ginny in. Not that she minds. She’s close enough to lick his moving lips as he whispers to her. Whatever he’s saying has her nodding every few seconds. And her hands are in the pockets of his sweatshirt. He reaches for her face, runs his thumb over her bottom lip and her eyes flutter closed.

Evely should leave. This is definitely not her business. And she’d like to be able to be shocked when it comes out. But there’s something enthralling about them. For all Mike’s gruffness, he’s whispering so softly and holding his rookie like she might break. And for all Ginny’s snappiness, she’s listening intently, letting him crowd her against the wall. Only the tail end of their talk is audible: “Smile, baby. Come on, please.”

Baby? Please? Mike Lawson has been body snatched. It’s the only explanation. But Ginny finally grins, reaching up to tug on his beard. “I love you old man.”

“I love you too, silly girl.” They push off the wall, thankfully head in the opposite direction, leaving Evelyn alone. She’s forgotten where she was going but there’s too much else to think about.

PCA Vote Drabble #2

“I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” Ginny muttered as Mike’s black Chevy truck came to a stop in front of the Bakers’ stately townhouse, twinkling with gold Christmas lights.

He gave her a cheeky smile. “Free Christmas dinner and I get to spend the night embarrassing you? Baker, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, biting her lip to hide her smile as she got out of the car. “Times like these make me wonder why we’re friends.”

“Because you keep me from dying of boredom at work and now I get to rescue you from an awkward family dinner. Plus you’re saving me from another night of Chinese food and not a moment too soon because the lady knows my voice and order by heart.”

“That is so sad,” Ginny laughed as she pulled her overnight bag out of the bed of his truck.

Mike smirked as he grabbed his own bag then reached for hers. “Allow me, dear.”

Ginny laughed as she handed the bag over, rolling her eyes at her best friend. “This was such a mistake.”

It turned out to be nothing of the sort. The Bakers took to Mike immediately. He and Bill bonded over their baseball fanaticism. Janet was charmed by his insistence on setting the dinner table. Will spent the whole evening pumping him for business tips. Ginny was almost embarrassed b her family’s fawning, but it was hard to dwell on anything when Mike was being the perfect faux beaux. He massaged her cold-chapped hands, made her hot chocolate just the way she liked it, wiped away her whipped cream mustache. She wasn’t sure what to make of his soft side as he cuddled her while they watched Elf for the millionth time. Something about his scent–soap and sweet mint and something spicy–made her eyelids heavy as she lay her head on his shoulder and she found herself pressing her face to his neck as her eyes fell closed.

“I think it’s time for bed,” he said and she opened her eyes, yawned.

“I’m still up,” she replied. He shook his head.

“You’re snoring…and drooling,” he wiped at an imaginary spot on his sweater.

“I was not!” Ginny stood and stretched, headed for the stairs. She didn’t have to look back to know Mike was right behind her. Surprisingly, he made no comment about her softball shrine bedroom. Instead he unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor beside her bed, and stripped off his clothes until he was in his undershirt and boxers. Ginny went into the bathroom and changed into her pajamas then climbed into bed and turned off the light. She leaned over the side of the bed and peered down at his face. “Thanks for today. I don’t know if I said that already.”

He smiled. “No problem, Baker. I actually like your family a lot. They’re way better than mine.”

“Which is why you spend Christmas with Mein Bowl,” she replied and he nodded.

He shrugged. “We don’t even make the plans anymore. It’s easier than coming up with lies at the last minute.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She rolled onto her back and was also asleep when his snores awoke her. She rolled over again and frowned at him before leaning down to poke his face. “Hey. Stop.”

“Stop sleeping?” he yawned.

“Stop snoring,” she replied.

He nodded and rolled onto his side and Ginny closed her eyes again. A few minutes later, the snoring started again. “Mike!”

“I can’t sleep flat. It’s bad for my sinuses,” he groaned.

“Then get up here and sleep with me.” She didn’t even realize the implications of her suggestion until he was in her bed, propped up on her pillows and sleeping quietly. Ginny wasn’t sure what made her do it but she tentatively lay her head on his chest, hoping he didn’t awake. He didn’t, not enough to say anything, but he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

PCA Vote Drabble #4

Mike taking care of Ginny is kink tbh

Mike smiles as he sits on the edge of the lake, his fishing pole in the water. He can hear Ginny behind him, skipping around taking pictures. They had a few off days so he manages to steal her away for a little trip to the mountains. Their cabin is tiny, four little rooms warmed by a fireplace and a bathroom with a giant clawfoot tub, but to Mike it’s nothing short of paradise because Ginny hasn’t stopped smiling since she got there. She wasn’t sure about the trip, sure they would be seen renting a Jeep or hiking, but so far they hadn’t seen anyone. Mike is almost sure they’re completely in their thicket of woods.

She walks over to where he is, takes tissue from their backpack and pops a kiss on his temple then disappears. A moment later she calls, “What do you want for dinner?”

“How about I cook?”

“You cook?”

He smiles. “I do everything, rookie.”

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PCA Vote Drabble #3

Y'all can blame @bawsanity for this

I hate my life
Hold on to me
And if you ever decide to leave
Then I’ll go
I’ll go
I’ll go


Ginny’s French-braiding her hair when the doorbell rings. She pushes off the couch and goes to answer it, wondering who’s so bold as to drop by unannounced. She’s had her fair share of visitors since It happened, but she’s managed just enough vitriol to make herself a recluse for the past week. She’s not surprised to find Mike on the other side. He’s the only person who won’t leave her alone. He won’t let her settle into bitterness no matter how much she wants to.

He’s dressed for once, that tattered leather jacket of his still around despite popular demand to the contrary. And carrying a big leather duffel bag. His face is its usual unsmiling self and Ginny can’t help but grin at him. She doesn’t smile much these days but the sight of him does it for her. “Hey old man. You didn’t bring me anything to eat?”

He shakes his head, gestures to come inside. “I just stopped by to tell you goodbye.”

“Somebody shipping you off to the old folks’ home?” She jokes to keep her stomach from digesting itself. He’s been officially retired since It happened and she’s teased him about stealing her thunder.

He shakes his head, smirking only briefly before his expression returns to its usual seriousness. “No, Gin. Listen to me. I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore, be here. And don’t tell me I’m quitting because I gave this town almost two decades of my life. The rest is mine.”

Ginny looks at the bag again. “What do you mean by leaving? Where are you going?”

He shrugs. “First stop is Jamaica. After that, I don’t know.”

Her eyes dart to the bag once more then back to his face. He hasn’t cracked a smile yet. “You’re serious.”

He nods. “It’s time for something different, Baker. I don’t know what but…”

Ginny moves around him and shuts the door. “When are you leaving?”

“Flight’s at 6. I just wanted to tell you goodbye. I texted Blip that I was taking off for a while, but I wanted to tell you in person since…”

He can’t go without letting her know. He thought about it, but after everything that had happened between him, he needs to see those eyes just one more time. Ginny nods then turns and heads into her bedroom. He drops his bag and follows without a thought, hoping she isn’t going to cry. He’ll never be able to leave her if she cries.

But she’s not thrown across her bed sobbing. He finds her in her closet, pulling things off her clothing rack. In an open suitcase on the floor are her favorite trainers. She tosses clothes on top of them then moves to a chest of drawers and begins removing underwear. “Baker, what are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you,” she answers as if it’s that simple.

“What?”

She stops, turns to look at him.

“I’m done, Mike. Baseball’s the only thing I’ve ever known how to do and I can’t even do it anymore. What am I supposed to do? Take a pity position at ESPN? Spend the rest of my life being a trivia question? Maybe do a stint on Dancing with the Stars? I can’t go out like that.” She shakes her head, goes back to packing. “Besides, if we were somewhere else…”

She doesn’t have to finish. It’s been on his mind since he called to tell her he wouldn’t be back and she quietly admitted the same. She wasn’t sure what hurt more: her arm or the knowledge that her groundbreaking career was bookended by a lackluster start and Tommy Johns surgery. And this thing–this strange, intense almost–has been lingering between them since his trade fell through. Somewhere else–somewhere on a beach where no one knew them–their almost could become a definitely.

So Ginny throws everything she needs into a bag and changes out of her sweats into jeans and leather jacket of her own. She undoes her half a braid and pulls her hair into a loose topknot then slips on wayfarers not unlike Mike’s trademark pair. Mike watches all of this from her bed until she turns to look at him. “Shouldn’t you call and get me a ticket?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve got two first class seats.”

“Two?”

“I hate sitting beside people,” he replies with a shrug. He smiles. “Present company excluded.”

She closes her suitcase, sends Evelyn a quick text about sneaking away to clear her head, and they leave her hotel through the service entrance in the back of the kitchen. Ginny hands the cook who lets them out a twenty. “You didn’t see us.”

He nods and shuts the door behind them. Ginny doesn’t know that he’s fresh off the boat from Puerto Rico, isn’t even entirely sure who they are. They drive to the airport and Mike uses a little charm to change the name on one of his seats for Ginny. Ginny’s relieved when the use of their full first names inexplicably prevents the airport employee from making the connection.

Eight hours later, they’re lying on a blindingly white beach, using the setting sun to dry them from their dip in the ocean. It was their first stop, their luggage still untouched in their tiny bungalow. Mike reaches over, traces the almost invisible surgical star. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me either,” she replies.

He frowns. “Do you wanna go back?”

She shakes her head, a smile spreading across her face. “Never.”

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