“It’s not going to be the same around here without you,” Mattias says casually, turning to lean his back against the railing. “But I’m glad the research team was willing to let you start late.”
“Me too.” And I am, happy that is, that I can start my internship in January. But I’ll miss working with the team for those six months. By the time I’m finished, the season will be in full swing.
The top of the sixth inning ends with the other team scoring two runs, and our guys jog off the field with fierce determination to take back the lead with their at bats. Dan comes straight over to me, dropping a kiss to my forehead as his glove taps my protruding belly.
“Hey, babe. How’s Wilson?”
“He’ll be fine.” I lift my head for a proper kiss. “You and Kai are doing great. How’s your knee feeling?”
He gives me a grin. “Just fine, thanks to you.”
For the last two weeks, his left knee had been aching slightly, but with a few targeted strength exercises and some acupuncture done by one of our other trainers, he’s been feeling much better.
“All I did was nag you about doing the exercises,” I tease, notbothering to hide my stare as he strips off his catching gear in preparation for being up to bat this inning. As he bends over to remove his leg pads, he peers back and catches my eyes trained on his butt. He gives it a wiggle, and I instantly blush.
“Go ahead and look all you want, Birdie.” His voice catches the attention of a couple of the other guys.
It’s Maverick who walks past and slaps Dan’s butt, making me giggle.
“Stop shaking that ass and get your bat, Monty.”
“Told you, we’re calling him Daddy from now on,” Kai chimes in, making my eyebrows raise.
Dan straightens and looks at me with a blush on his cheeks.
“Daddy?” I ask, folding my arms over my stomach.
His shoulders lift in a shrug. “I mean, I couldn’t be Pops, that one’s taken.”
My smile softens at the mention of our retired pitcher, Rafe. He and Dan were always close.
Taking a step closer, I lift onto my toes so only he can hear me. “You make one hot DILF.”
His groan is quiet, but it’s what he whispers in my ear that has me clenching my thighs together.
“Do you have any idea how painful it is to have a hard-on inside a jock?”
I turn my head to whisper back, “Poor baby. I’ll take care of you later, okay?”
He leans back with a grin. “Promise?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Promise.”
Just then, the crowd erupts in cheers, and I realize we’ve missed the start of the inning. Mav must’ve hada great hit, seeing as he’s racing for second by the time we reach the railing. He slides in with one arm outstretched, and the trainer side of me winces, hoping his recently healed clavicle didn’t take the brunt of it. He seems to be fine as he stands up, but I’ll check in with him when he makes it to home.
“Okay, I’m on deck. Love you.” Dan kisses me again before putting on his helmet and jogging up the steps to the field. I watch him take his practice swings, only glancing away when our batter hits a ground ball and takes off, sprinting for first. He makes it just in time, and Maverick manages to make it home, having stolen third on a previous pitch.
I wait for him to come off the field before going over, watching closely for any signs of discomfort. Mav is one of the worst when it comes to admitting he’s in pain.
“That was quite the slide,” I say when he’s finally close by. He glances at me, peeling off his helmet and replacing it with his cap.
“Yeah, shoulder’s fine, though.”
“Okay, good to hear. Mind if I still put you through a few moves once Dan’s finished batting?”
All I get is a grunt of acknowledgment, but it’s enough. I turn my attention to home plate, where Dan is in his batting stance, watching the pitcher. I hold my breath as he winds up. The ball goes flying and he doesn’t move. The ump calls it a strike, and I curse quietly.
The next pitch comes and this time he swings, making contact. Unfortunately, it’s a pop fly, easily caught by the second baseman, and Dan turns to jog into the dugout.
