Chapter 49
FORTY-NINE
kendra
The rest of the day was only slightly mired in worries about what came next. But as we watched the game with both our families, I had faith in someone else for the first time in my life.
Had I feared that Jonathan might not believe me? In my heart, no. But my head reminded me that things aren’t always what they seem.
Crew ran around the suite like the little prince he was, hanging on to Jonathan and Colby as if he had known them since birth. My sisters drank mocktails and compared pregnancy stories. My parents had a rare day off together.
My legs were sore; my body ached, and my abs were so strained it hurt to laugh. But I found a reason and did it anyway.
And I was continually surprised at how fucking normal Jonathan’s family acted. Yes, Colby and I had lunch several times a week, and she constantly showed up at Jonathan’s begging for dinner. I would now consider her a close friend.
Nonna? She made me wish my grandparents had been around when I was younger. The impact she’d had on the man Jonathan had become—well—it was significant. His parents were nothing like I had expected—yes, I had expected spoiled, adult trust fund babies. But there was so much love.
“JJ said you were going to talk him into training with you for the next marathon. I can’t wait to cheer you both on at the finish line.
I’ve lived in Boston my entire life, but I always avoided the marathon route during the race.
I swear I shed more tears watching strangers cross the finish line than I ever imagined.
” His mother chatted as we watched Sam complete his fourth perfect inning.
“What do you think, Kelsey? Has he got another perfect game in him?” Jonathan’s grandfather called out as Sam trotted to the dugout.
“Does he have it in him? Or will the baseball gods bless him with one?”
His grandparents couldn’t get over how all three of us had become linked to the organization.
“I always told JJ to find a girl who loved baseball.”
“Hey—” Nonna yelled from the back. “—I used to hate baseball.”
“I fixed her. Look at her now? Celebrating in the suite at the game.”
Nonna winked at me. She’d already told me she liked the games only for the social aspect. I guess some white lies were healthy in a long marriage.
Colby had already looked at dates for the adoption event, but instead of doing it at an away game, she wanted to book it during the day before a Saturday night game.
Between the concerts and special events, it wouldn’t be possible for us to use the park on an off week.
Oh well, the dog would wait, I was a firm believer that your dog would find you when the time was right.
We’d quietly mentioned that we were moving in together, to no one’s surprise. And while there was still so much that needed to be settled, I knew I had the support of both of our families surrounding us.