Madison: Wait, you bet on them?!
Mike: Eh, yeah. We have a history of making bets.
Madison: I can't believe I wasn't included.
Dax: There was a wider sweep going in our team too. Reese had February. I had December. Owen had them never getting together and is currently out forty bucks.
Reese: Owen bet against them?
Dax: I think I asked him on a particularly bad day.
Reese: Okay, so since we’ve accomplished our mission, I think we should close the group down now. Agree?
Madison: No! This group stays open.
Reese: For what? They're together. They're engaged. There's nothing left.
Madison: There is a WEDDING to plan, Reese. There are BABIES that will eventually need group chat coverage. There are ANNIVERSARIES and ARGUMENTS and RECONCILIATIONS. I am too invested now. These two are better thanThe Baseball Bachelor.
Dax: She's right. We can't close this now. We're just getting started.
Reese: I'm surrounded by people with too much time on their hands.
Tiff: You bet on them getting together, Reese. You don't get to take the moral high ground.
Reese: ...Fair point.
Olivia:The group stays open.
Mike:The group stays open.
Jamie:The group stays open.
Dax:Obviously the group stays open.
Madison:Unanimously. Thank you. Now someone find out what venue they're thinking for the wedding because if it’s not a cruise, I don’t want it!
Dax:I have to say, when Reese added me to this group, I did not think I was signing up for a lifelong commitment.
Olivia:Welcome to loving Honey and Zach. None of us chose this. It chose us.
Mike:That's the most accurate thing anyone has ever said in this group.
Dax:?? ?? ??
Madison:Perfect. That's the new header.
Madison changed the Group Name.Honey and Zach are Back!??????
“So, it’s a ligament tear?” I ask, studying Zach’s wrist under the stadium parking lights. Even though it’s wrapped tight, I can still clearly see the purple bruising underneath and his swollen fingers.
How the hell was he playing with this for so long?
“Yeah,” he says, drawing me closer to his chest to try to keep me warm. We’ve been lying in his truck bed under a blanket ever since he was cleared by medical, neither of us really ready for the night to end. “It’s only partial, though. Gonna have surgery on it next week, and then he says I’ll need to take it easy for four to six months before I can play again.”
My stomach lurches at the thought.
“Craig said I was lucky it wasn’t a full tear, as that would’ve taken me out for the entirety of next season.”
