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.