Forever - Christian Yelich

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Brooklyn~

I walk upstairs into our kitchen after I did a morning workout. I've been trying to keep up with my fitness level and make sure I look my best for the wedding. We just run all over the place during the season, it's hard to keep up with my fitness health. My music still plays loudly through my AirPods as I walk through our house.

Christian sits at the island watching some film on his iPad and also eating some breakfast he made. Maybe I pushed it too much today. I rest my head on the counter, trying to catch my breath, and take out one of my earbuds as I think Christian is trying to talk to me. "You pushed it, didn't you?"

I laugh and look up at him, "I just like to think I'm capable of much more than I actually am." I get up and fill a glass with ice-cold water and go sit back down by him.

"What are you doing?" I ask trying to figure out what game he's watching and why he's watching it.

"I'm just trying to analyze my swing and just watch their pitchers and get ready for tonight. We got a big series ahead of us."

He's right, they do have a big series ahead of us. The Braves took the series last week and have been killing it. But, if I'm being honest, I think we're better. I may be a bit biased, but they're really good. We've had off days since the NLDS and we've spent it finalizing wedding stuff. He's been doing a lot of resting the past couple of days and just getting his head on right.

"You keep playing like you know how to and you'll be just fine," he smiles and leans in to kiss me. "What about you guys? Are you three going to be busy?" he asks and I think about it and take a drink of my water.

"Um, not a lot of you guys are injured, so that helps. But, I think once we know when the end of the season is, it'll be a bit busy. But, let's just hope that's in a couple of weeks."

"Can we leave a little early today?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Are you gonna hit in the cages?"

He nods, "Okay. I'm gonna go shower then," I tell him and drink the rest of my water before heading upstairs into our bathroom and turning the shower on.

I step into the steaming shower and stand under the hot water as my muscles relax. So much to do, so little time to do it. I lather my hair with shampoo and conditioner, my body with soap that made my skin so soft. I wash my face and get all of the sweat and dirt that sat on my skin after my workout.

I take the lotion that sat on the countertop and lather it onto my body. My skin, now smooth and glistening. I part my hair, brush through it and let it air-dry. I walk into our closet and put on some leggings and the Brewers Postseason shirt they had made this year. They used a recent saying, 'Our Crew, Our October' on their shirts this year. If he wants to leave early, I won't bother with putting my work clothes on just yet. Besides, I'll probably go in the cage with him and throw the balls or just reload the machine for him.

I see Christian come into our closet as I packed my work clothes into a bag and also put away our laundry. He stands behind me and reaches up for a sweatshirt. He kisses the top of my head, "You smell nice. What'd you use? I like it." I about melted right there. That's the biggest compliment you can give someone.

"Some matching scent set from Bath & Body Works. It's like Vanilla something. I'm not sure."

"I really like it."

"Good to know." I walk out with a huge grin on my face. I get to spend the rest of my life with him. That's, uh, that's undeniably amazing.

"Do you want me to throw them or do you want the machine?" I ask him lifting the netting and walking over to the bucket filled with baseballs. "Can you throw me a few?"