Daniel & Karina
Danny and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie in his Las Vegas apartment when his phone started ringing. Not wanting to disturb me or the movie, he got up and walked into the other room to answer it. Ten minutes later, he sprinted into the living room and screamed. I gave him a questioning look.
"They called me up, Karina! They want me in New York tomorrow!" He told me.
I jumped off the couch and ran towards him, jumping on him and kissing him all over his face.
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Fast forward one day and I was front row at Citi Field, ready to see my boyfriend at his MLB debut.
His first few at bats were uneventful to say in the least. Pop-ups and foul balls kept coming. I was starting to get worried. He would be so disappointed if he got no hits during his debut.
He was the last to bat at the bottom of the ninth inning. The bases were loaded and the opposing team was up 2. He gripped his bat and swung as hard as he could when the ball came towards him. The ball kept going. It was an out of the park home run. I started screaming my head off as he rounded the bases, smiling the whole time. When he got to home plate, the team ran to him and congratulated him.
The team soon dissipated and he was left standing there alone. He jogged over so we were face to face, only separated my the chain linked fence.
"Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for dealing with me on my bad days, and being there for me on my good. I can't believe I'm actually doing this at Citi Field in front of all these people, but Karina, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Danny!" I more or less screamed.
As he slid the ring on my finger, I noticed we were on the massive video board, getting a major applause from the crowd.
"I love you so much, babe. See you after the game."
He ran off towards the locker room and I was left with thousands of happy fans and a huge rock on my ring finger.
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