Epilogue
WEBBER
The Wildcats didn”t make the playoffs this year, but Jonathan did get invited to the All-Star game in Tampa a few weeks after I got traded. We treated it like a vacation, renting a big ass house and inviting Jackson and Makenna to spend the week with us.
Jonathan took Jackson to the Home Run Derby, and the kid didn”t know what to do with himself surrounded by all the players and coaches he”d idolized for years.
I played a handful of games after the trade, but mostly, I just supported the team from the bench and with some pinch-hitting just like the first several years of my career. The only difference? In Nashville, support comes more naturally than it ever did in San Antonio.
Playing in my father”s shadow sucked, but being on a team with the man who finally makes me crave more than a one-night stand made it a hell of a lot easier to sit on a bench and fill in whenever and wherever they needed somebody.
It doesn”t hurt that I pitched my first two years of college, so the bullpen in Jon”s basement gets plenty of action to keep him in shape in the offseason.
The constant worry of being traded or not getting offered a starting position has finally disappeared. I”m starting to adopt Jon”s way of taking things as they come and letting the universe do its thing.
Crazy how a game of one-man catch changed my whole world.
FOX
”Hey, babe,” I call through the garage door.
”I”m up here,” comes from a distance.
I hurry up the stairs and see his gorgeous ass bent over, digging wet clothes from the washer. Groaning, I adjust the stiffening cock behind my zipper. ”Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you get all domestic on me?”
He laughs, and it echoes off the metal drum of the washer. ”Domestic?” he asks as he straightens.
”Hell, yeah. I just need to see that ass in an apron... with nothing else underneath,” I say, my eyebrows bouncing up and down.
”You”re crazy,” he says, shaking his head at me as he transfers the last bit of wet laundry to the dryer.
”Crazy about you,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. Bending, I kiss him just like I have every single day since he got traded from the Revolution to the Wildcats. Like I have every single day since he moved in with me.
We got a lot of shit for that. From our families. From our coaching staff. From our friends and teammates. We haven”t even been together a year, and most of that was spent in separate states.
But it”s been eight months, and I swear, I don”t know how it could get much better.
Then he drops to his knees and unbuttons my jeans.
And I”ll be damned.
It gets better.