Page 54 of Fake Love

“Gross.” I gag a little bit.

I love these two but I rather not hear about Hunter possibly having a magical dick. Thank god Selena hasn’t talked about it either.

Someone who does have a magical dick just happens to be Maddox. If we weren’t in this arrangement and he wasn’t focusing on baseball and his recovery, maybe I’d be able to experience it again.

With thoughts of Maddox, my eyes instantly move down to find him in the dugout.

My eyes have been on him the majority of the game. Even with his hat on, sunglasses and dressed like one else, I was still able to distinguish him from the crowd.

From what I can see he looks relaxed and in his element. He looks like this is where belongs and if you asked me, he looks really good in cream with accents of orange and black.

Then again, I never saw him in Chicago colors.

I watch him for a little bit longer. I don’t pay attention to anything happening on the field or in the stadium but instead, I watch him.

Even if he looks so small from where I stand, I watch him.

And I continue to watch when someone comes over and taps him on the shoulder and talks to him. After a minute, everything that I saw in Maddox a few seconds ago is gone.

Now he looks like he’s gone into game mode and waiting for battle.

Maddox goes over to the dugout bench and when he picks something up, it takes me a second to put together that it’s his glove. Then he leaves the dugout all together.

What is he doing?

“He’s going to warm up.” Selena says, answering my question.

I must have said my question out loud.

“Warming up? You mean he’s going in?” I ask excitedly, looking back to the field and seeing Maddox walk over to the bullpen.

“From the looks of things, he might.” Hunter voices, before taking a drink of his beer.

I jump up excitedly.

I know he told me that he didn’t think that he was going to play today, he told me last night and then again when I texted him to have a good game earlier today, but I had faith. I had faith that he be put in and at least pitch once.

Now he is getting ready to pitch.

Looking over at the scoreboard and I see we’re at the bottom of the seventh inning with the Miners leading by one point. Meaning that he has two innings to possibly pitch.

And look at me knowing baseball stuff without Selena. By the end of the season, I’m going to be a pro.

The seventh inning ends and the eighth begins. Never in my life have I ever been so excited for an inning to start. Why? Because Maddox is currently making his way to the mound.

“Oh my god, he’s really going to pitch.” I say, my voice low and filled with emotion as I see him take his place on the field.

Seeing him there, ready for anything, is affecting me in a way I never thought possible. I’ve known this man for two months, two months and now I want to cry because he is going to pitch in a major league game.

A part of me wishes that his mom was here to watch him in person because I know that she would be proud of him. If she were standing next to me instead of being in Chicago, she would most definitely be proud that her son overcame his demos that came with her sickness and is back on the field.

Without a doubt she’s probably watching back home with a smile on her.

I know there’s a smile on my face.

The batter steps into the batting box and I can’t help but feel nervous.

Because the Miners are leading by one, the whole stadium is up on their feet, waiting with anticipation to see where the game grows.

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