That text gets me, and I look at Jensen. “Listen, I have so many thoughts on Tripp and Emma.”
“We all do, just…”
She waves her hand for me to keep going.
Jensen
You’ve been gone for an hour. How have you already pissed everyone off?
Beck
It’s a gift. But also I may be in a better mood if you surprise me sometime (a few times) down in Florida.
Lucie
OOO COME SEE ME TOO!
Callie
GIRLS BEACH TRIP!
Emma
GIRLS ONLY BRUNCH!
Adam
Bring Mia too. Will agree to some girl only time if that’s a nonnegotiable.
Those damn butterflies go right on cue. I swear those things are the cause of my irrational thinking when it comes to Adam.
“Alright, fuck it, let’s go to Spring Training.”
Chapter 11
Adam
“Hi, this is Mia Wright. I can’t come to the phone?—”
Shit. Ending the call, I toss my phone back in my duffle bag in the locker room and hit the showers after our morning workout.
I haven’t heard from her all morning, which isn’t exactly our normal, but I guess nothing alarming either. We’re bound to run into this issue a lot in our relationship, but the last two weeks of getting lucky and talking to her have spoiled me.
I like starting off my day being able to hear her voice. I like the random voice memos she sends me about work, and FaceTimes especially are a good time, but I fucking miss her.
I’ve been repeating Callie’s “second chance” ideology in my head since the last night with Mia. It hadn’t dawned on me till now that the depleted feeling I got when I moved to Seattle didn’t come when we got traded to Boston.
While I don’t think that subconsciously I’ve been going through the motions like Will has said or felt lost like Callie—I’m simply ready to have more out of my life. I like the whole second chance of spending my life with someone that makes me happy, and damn if Mia doesn’t feel a bit like my fate.
The only person crabbier than me right now about missing their significant other is Beck. It’s gotten to the point that he’s thrown out the idea of us planning the perfect timing for a flight to Boston just for us to get a few hours to see the girls. I’d be lying if I didn’t consider it the fifth time he asked me.
I’ve never made this much of an effort to talk to someone before. Hell, the thought of leaving would’ve never crossed my mind before Mia. And not from the lack of emotional availability— I just feel Mia deserves a higher bar, point-blank period. But the reality is damning: it's simply impossible to see her with the schedule of Spring Training.
Making my way back to my bag, I throw on a clean pair of athletic shorts and a Blues T-shirt. We’re supposed to play at noon, but there’s been a storm in the forecast all morning. In typical Florida style, it’ll roll on through eventually, but it’s currently up in the air whether it will delay the game.
Rifling through my bag, I look for my phone to try Mia one more time, but then I hear Beck and Will’s bickering behind me.
“Fuck off, Beck,” Will grumbles, but it never works.
