Indefinite Love

Chapter 13

I put on yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt, and Nike's.

We're all on the field, all our family in the stands with the kids.

"Let's play an actual game." Coach says. "Hart, you're a captain, McCarthy, you're the other one."

"It's McCarthy." I say.

"I can't call both of you McCarthy." He says. "You're Hart on the field."

I shrug, putting my bat over my shoulders, standing with my feet hip length apart.

I eye Noah.

"I'm gonna kick your ass."

"You wish." He says.

"Bro, you know this is setting you up for failure." Ben says.

"She hasn't played in two years. She's rusty." Noah says.

Am I rusty?

"I don't get rusty." I say.

"Pick your teams." Coach calls. "Hart, you're first."

"Ben." I say.

Noah glares at me.

I smirk.

We go back and forth.

I get my team, pleased.

"Alright, rock paper scissors."

I walk over to Noah.

I'm going for rock.

Everyone does scissors first.

I study him, hard.

No, he's thinking exactly that I'm thinking.

He's going to do rock.

He's thinking I'm going to do scissor.

We rock paper scissors, and I do paper, and he does rock.

I snicker, placing my hand over his.

"Prepare to lose." I say.

"You're supposed to be on my side! You're on my wife!"

"Not on the team." I say, stubborn.

I walk back to my team. "We bat first." I say. "Ben, you're going to the plate first."

"Me?" he asks.

"Yes."

Noah talks to his team, sending them in their positions.

Of course he's pitching.

I'm going to kick his ass.

Coach blows his whistle.

We start.

The whole team has all their family here.

Even coach does.

Everyone is rooting for their own teams.

I let Noah get Ben out.

"Ross, you're up." I say.

"No, you should go." He says.

"Nah. I'm gonna boost his ego a bit."

"Gee, thanks." He says.

Ross goes up, he gets out.

Noah is laughing.

I pick up my bat, cracking my knuckles, and then I walk out to the home plate.