MLB Imagines

Jurickson Profar (Texas Rangers)

Jurickson & Alex

"I can't believe this shit."

Jurickson was currently laying in the bed we shared with his right arm bandaged tightly to his torso. He ripped a ligament in his dominant shoulder, resulting in immediate surgery. He was used to this sort of thing, but it was different this time. He was having his best season thus far, and we had our first baby girl on the way.

"Listen, babe. You can't rush this. Pouting is gonna make it a whole lot worse than it has to be."

I rubbed my swollen abdomen and looked towards him. He was looking at my stomach sadly. He noticed I was staring at him and his face went soft. He leaned his head back on the fluffy pillows and closed his eyes.

"My baby might not be able to see me play," he mumbled.

"No, no, no. Don't say that, Jurickson. You're going to heal, and our girl will see you play. Do it for her. Have faith for her."

He opened one eye and smiled at me. "What is her name anyway?"

I adjusted my position. "I don't know, you have any ideas?"

"I was thinking Jurickson-a," he smirked, adding on the 'a' when I shot him a dirty look.

"Shut up, that's not funny," I smiled, hitting him on his leg.

"No, but seriously Alex, thank you."

"For what?" I asked him.

"For dealing with me. For marrying me. For giving me a baby. Thanks for giving me a reason to be happy everyday."

He leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss.

"Now back to naming."