"What about? It was a good weekend." Stanton chuckled.
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The past four weeks of traveling with Anthony and the team has been complete bliss. Amazing sex every single night (and day), the morning cuddles and kisses, being his comfort and ear after a rough game, his masseuse when the aches and pains were unbearable. I loved every single part of it but I knew deep down in the back of my mind things couldn't stay this way forever.
Last week was my first Yankee homestand with Anthony and it was everything I imagined. And by that I mean a whole lot of dodging his parents again like San Diego. It felt incredibly strange being so close to them in the stands, knowing they had no idea that my titties were just in their son's mouth the night before. Weird right. Lol.
But the best part about having to keep our relationship a secret from them was that I got to see Eliot and Margot when Anthony ran off to do family things. They'd join me at some of the games and I always made sure we watched from the upper decks because it was too much of a risk that their loud asses would say something his parents could hear.
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I hated them for leaving my basic ass in California when they moved to NYC. They tried so hard to convince me to move with them but I was really set on SJSU and how it was so close to home for me.
But as of recently, I've been lowkey eyeing schools out here in New York. I didn't tell Anthony about that yet. Our relationship is still too fresh for any kind of big decision like that.
"Baby, the all-star break is coming up."
"I know. I've really been looking forward to this break Ant. As much as I love spending every waking moment with the most handsome person to walk this planet, I haven't seen my family in forever."
I really hoped my compliment sugarcoated the actual reality behind the statement. I didn't need a break or space from him, I just missed my family.
"Well... I was thinking it would be a good time to meet my parents." He said hesitantly.
I've thought about this. Running head first into the one thing we tried so hard to avoid and hide from the whole time we were in San Diego and the last homestand they just had.
"Okay. If you want that, I'm okay with it." I lied.
I was scared.
One, scared of fucking up making a good impression. And two, is this moving a little too fast or is it just me? Also, not me googling the average time it takes a couple to meet their inlaws. But according to google we're right on target at about 6 weeks in. I guess it is just me.
