It had been a rough couple of months for you. Ever since Tommy took off with the Dodgers, it felt like you'd hardly see him. Between away games, practice, and extra time at the field, while you had performances to go to, your time together had dwindled to brief phone calls or the occasional text or facetime. You knew it came with the territory of dating a professional athlete, but you couldn’t help feeling frustrated. Tommy meant the world to you, and missing him had started to take a toll.
One night, you decided to surprise him and show up to the game with your best friend Junebug in tow for moral support, hoping that seeing him play in person would bring back that spark. You dressed in his jersey and found your guys' seats near the third-base line, where you'd sat when you first locked eyes.
The game was intense, and Tommy was on fire, making plays with his usual intensity and skill. Every time he ran across the field, you felt a pang of pride mixed with the ache of missing him. Your eyes followed his every move, your heart racing whenever he came up to bat. Finally, in the sixth inning, he hit a solid line drive to the corner of the outfield and ran to first base, then second, then to third. As he caught his breath and surveyed the crowd, his eyes landed on you.
The moment he saw you, his expression shifted. He didnt know if he wanted to smile at the fact that you were there or make a face of shock at the fact that you were there after your brief text messages with him, those past couple of days. He seemed to notice your frustration, and his smile faltered slightly, as if he could feel the distance between them making him feel frustrated.
Your pulse quickened as you watched him, your eyes narrowed slightly. You loved seeing him play, but that look he gave you made something in you stir. You wanted to be happy for him but deep down you were upset. The two of you hadn’t had time together in so long, and it felt like you were barely part of his world anymore. You couldn’t help but feel a spark of resentment, even though you knew how much baseball meant to him.
As he adjusted his helmet and looked back toward the stands, you saw him clench his jaw, as though he understood exactly what you were feeling. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, intense and focused, before he turned back to the game.
After the final out and the Dodgers secured another win, you and Junebug stood up, not entirely sure what to expect. But just as the players were leaving the field, you caught Tommy looking at you again, his eyes dark and determined. He gave you a nod, as if to say, Meet me outside.
You and Junebug made your way down to the parking lot where the players parked, your heart pounding as she waited by his car while Junebug got in her car, wanting to give you guys alone time. You didn’t know what you’d say to him—only that you needed to get out everything you'd been holding in.
A few minutes later, Tommy came jogging out, his expression unreadable but his stride purposeful. When he reached you, he pulled you into a hug, and for a moment, you felt your frustrations melt away. But you quickly pulled back, looking up at him with a mix of anger and longing.
“Tommy,” you said, your voice trembling. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
He looked at you, his jaw set. “I know,” he said, his voice low. “I know it’s been a lot. But seeing you tonight… I could feel that something was off.”
You took a shaky breath. “It’s just… I’m proud of you, I really am, but it feels like baseball’s the only thing that matters. Like there’s no room for us anymore. I feel like we never talk to each other or see each other unless it's on the phone”
Tommy’s eyes softened, but there was a spark of something else there too, something fierce. He stepped closer, resting his hands on her your as he looked at you. “Y/N,” he murmured, “you mean more to me than anything. I thought about you all game long tonight, all of our facetimes and one worded texts. Every time I looked over, I kept thinking, I have to fix this. I care about you to much to lose you ”
Your gaze softened slightly, but the tension still hummed between you two, and you couldn’t shake the frustration you’d been holding onto for weeks. “Then show me, Tommy. Make me feel like I’m part of your life again.”
For a second, he just looked at you, his eyes darkening with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Without another word, he pulled her close, his lips crashing onto yours in a way that was both possessive and tender. The kiss was hot, charged with all the feelings they’d been holding back, and you felt the frustration melt into something else—something hungry and raw.
As you two pulled apart, both breathing heavily, he held your face in his hands, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “And I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”
You swallowed, feeling a wave of relief and longing all at once. “Then don’t go so long without seeing me again,” you whispered back, your hands gripping his shirt as if to anchor herself to him.
He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers. “Deal,” he murmured, brushing another kiss to her lips. “Starting now.”
He wrapped his arm around you, guiding you to the car. And as the two of you drove off, you felt a deep sense of contentment settle over you.
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