“Babe, we’re gonna be late! Are you almost ready?”
“Um, I can’t find my socks…”
She comes into the bedroom with a smirk on her face. She knew you’d be late.
She made sure of it when she wouldn’t let you get out of bed this morning.
“I’ve got ‘em, San.”
You breathe a sigh of relief and leave the bedroom with her ushering you out the door.
It’s your first BFD v BPD softball game of the season. You’re a little nervous.
Mostly because you’re rusty.
But also because this time she’ll be there.
She’ll be watching.
You make it to the field with time to stretch and you kiss Brittany quick before she takes her seats with the other girlfriends and wives in the fire section.
She’s wearing one of your t-shirts.
Your last name is in bold on her back.
Your number over her heart.
It does something to your insides.