Page 123 of Home Run

“That means if the Yankees win this one, the Lions can’t lose any more.”

I nodded. “Yep. They need to make it count.”

“Did you call Doctor Humphries yet?”

“Yes, she said I could take Tylenol.”

“Okay, and have you?”

“Yes,”I replied, trying not to grimace as I pulled on a pair of sneakers because I knew I’d never hear the end of it.

But, man, I was super uncomfortable.

Tanner would also tell his mom to come and take care of me, and between her and mine I’d barely been able to lift a finger the past couple of days. If he wasn’t already at Yankee Stadium, he’d be over here in a flash to march me down to the doctor’s office.

Imayhave made the mistake of telling him the ache in my side hadn’t gone. It also hadn’t gottenbetter.

Personally, in my opinion, beyond the twinges still radiating through my body, I was totally fine. I hadn’t sleptproperly since Tanner had been away, and I knew that was all it was—a couple of bad nights.

Plus the stress of watching the games.

They should be handing out Xanax with the hot dogs, because my heart rate was definitely not at the level my doctor would be happy about. The Lions had lost the second game and won the third. Tonight was the fourth, and no one hadanychill about it.

Therefore, I was not adding to it with some stupid ailment that would go away in a couple of days.

“And did it work?”

“Mmm, yeah, kinda. It’s not worse, put it that way.”

“Mills—”

“When did my boyfriend become such a worrier?”

“When it comes to you, I worry.”

“Babe, we’re having our ultrasound in the morning, and we can check then. I’m not wasting the doctor’s time with a pulled muscle.”

“It’s a pulled muscle now, is it?” Tanner tutted, though I could tell he was getting kind of pissed at me. “I’m going to have our PT come meet you when you arrive here and then he can diagnose.”

I shook my head. “No, he’ll think I’m so dumb. It’s nothing, really.”

“Millie, if you’re sick or the baby is sick, we need to go to the doctor.”

“The baby’s fine, this ache is in my side. It feels like I’ve just done a really intense yoga session. And I’m not sick, I don’t have a sniffle, I don’t have a temperature, and I’m not bleeding. I’ve pulled a muscle. If I thought it was the baby, I’d go.”

“Millie—”

“Tanner, you have a game to win. Please just concentrate on that. One game and then tomorrow morning we have our scan, then tomorrow night is game five and you guys will win and lift the trophy. Then we can book a vacation, you still want to go to the Bahamas?”

A grin spread on his face, before dropping again. “Yes to the Bahamas, but don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“As long as it’s not a ball, we’re all good.” He winked. “But promise me if it gets worse you’ll call Doctor Humphries again.”

“I promise.”

“Ooh, jeez.” I groaned as I slowly rubbed my belly. “This heartburn is no joke. Don’t let me eat any more stadium food.”

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