Beyond the Bases - Page 54

Larissa: We’re okay here, Easton. You focus on the game.

Larissa: Kick some Badger ass.

Larissa: We’ll be watching you on TV.She knows me well enough to know I was thinking of saying fuck the game to go to them. It sounds ridiculous even to me. It’s a sore throat. She knew what I needed to hear.Me: Mind reader?

Larissa: Easton reader.

Me: Ha ha. See you soon, baby.

Larissa: We’ll be here.Stashing my phone in my locker, I finished getting suited up for the game. The sooner it starts, the sooner it ends and I can get to my girls. That’s something I never thought I would feel when it came to baseball. Baseball has been my life since I was a kid. Meeting Larissa and Paisley changed my perspective on life. I make a great living and I’ve invested well. I’m set for life. I love the sport, but I love them more.

I freeze.

I love them.

Love her. I told Paisley I loved her since she’s a cute kid and is hard not to love, but it’s more than just she’s cute. I love her. It’s that I want to be the man she depends on. I want to be the father figure in her life. And her mom, Larissa, I just want her. My heart wants her. My soul wants her. Every part of me wants her.

I love my girls.Paisley is out cold before the game even starts. I’ve recorded it even though I watched. Maybe she and East can watch it together later. I know he’s been teaching her about the positions and the rules of the game. Her attention span is short, but that doesn’t seem to deter him.

Once the game ends, I fold the two loads of laundry I washed, dried, and then ignored as I didn’t want to miss a glimpse of East. I’m just finishing putting away the final load when I hear his soft knock at the door. With a glance at the couch to see P is still sound asleep, I rush to the door to let him in.

I’m shocked at what I find. Easton Monroe, starting first baseman for the Tennessee Blaze, is on my front porch. Sure, he’s my Easton too, but right now, he’s in his dusty, dirty uniform, holding a grocery bag in each hand.

“Hey,” I say, stepping back so he can come in.

“How is she?”

“Sleeping. I need to wake her in just a few to give her some more medicine for the fever.”

“Do we take her to the emergency room?” he asks.

I fight back my smile at his concern. He’s so ridiculously sweet. “No, I’ll call to get her in with her pediatrician tomorrow. As long as the medicine keeps her fever down, we should be good. It will also help with the pain.”

“I bought everything I thought she might want. If I forgot something, I can go back out.”

“How about a shower? You could have done that at the stadium you know?”

“No time, I wanted to get here.”

“Do you at least have a change of clothes with you?”

“Yeah, my bag is out in my truck.”

I take a minute to look him over. He’s a sweaty, dusty, gorgeous mess. “You went into the store like that?” I ask.

“Yeah, if I’d been thinking, I would have sent someone to do it during the game. Then I could have been here sooner.”

“Easton,” I say, reaching out and resting my hand against his chest. “We’re fine. She’s fine. She’s sick, but kids get sick.”

“Not ours,” he says adamantly.

My mouth drops open at his reply. I try to speak, but the words just will not come. I try again, but don’t get the chance when Paisley’s croaking voice calls out for not me, but Easton.

“East,” she croaks softly. I can hear the anguish in her voice.

Easton kicks off his cleats and rushes past me to the couch. “Hey, princess,” he whispers. Bags still in his hands, he leans forward and places them on the table. “I got ice cream and Popsicles, some sherbet, all kinds of things that might make your throat feel better.”

She opens her mouth to speak, and he hushes her. “Shh, P, just point to what you want and I’ll get it for you.”

I watch as she points to a Popsicle and he makes quick work of pulling out the flavors and having her point to the one she wants. No one has ever cared for her besides me and my mom. There’s a lump in my throat watching him with her. He’s gentle, and I can see the worry on his face. He’s not used to kids. I know he has a sister who’s a good bit younger than him, but I can imagine as a kid he didn’t pay much attention. Yet here he is, tending to my daughter as if it’s second nature. As if she is really his.

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