You had been waiting up for Bobby all night but nonight, the game had gone into extra innings.
You’d been curled up on the couch in his oversized Dodgers hoodie—your favorite one. It still smelled like him: a mix of his cologne and grass. The living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a table lamp, and the TV played quiet reruns you weren’t even watching. Your phone sat abandoned on the coffee table. You had tried texting him, but you knew better. He’d respond when he could. You just wanted to be awake when he walked in.
But the weight of the day and the coziness of the hoodie pulled you under and you didn’t even remember falling asleep.
The next thing you knew—well, you didn’t know it yet. But Bobby had walked through the front door sometime after midnight, tired and sweaty. The Dodgers had won in the 11th, and even though he hadn’t pitched tonight, he wanted to stay through the whole game.
When he stepped into the living room and saw you, the excitement from the game faded away.
There you were—fast asleep on the couch, curled up in his hoodie, hair messy against the cushions, cheek resting on your hand. You looked peaceful. Safe. Like you belonged there and his heart melted.
Bobby dropped his duffel quietly, trying not to wake you. He crouched down beside you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. You stirred a little but didn’t wake. A soft breath escaped your lips, and his hoodie shifted slightly with your chest as you slept. He smiled to himself.
“God, you’re adorable,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You moved again, mumbling something unintelligible, and that was enough for him to decide you’d be more comfortable in bed. Carefully, gently, he slid one arm beneath your knees and the other behind your back picking you up like nothing.
He carried you down the hall, past the photos you’d hung together—the one from spring training, your beach trip, and the blurry one of the two of you in front of Dodger Stadium after one of his games. He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and padded inside.
The sheets were still messed up from the morning. He lay you down gently, pulling the comforter over your body. You murmured again, something sleepy and content, and he stayed there for a moment, just watching you.
He reached for one of the throw pillows you liked to hug and tucked it into your arms before pulling off his hat and running a hand through his hair before going into the bathroom to take a shower.
By the time he came back out, towel drying his hair, you had shifted in your sleep to his side of the bed, clutching the pillow like it was him. It made him grin again, that same soft, boyish grin you loved.
He climbed into bed beside you, trying not to disturb you, but the mattress dipped under his weight and your body responded immediately, turning toward him.
“Bobby?” you mumbled, eyes still closed, voice thick with sleep.
“I’m here,” he whispered, reaching for your hand under the blanket.
You smiled, half-asleep, and scooted closer until your head was on his chest and your arm draped over his stomach.
“I waited for you,” you whispered, eyes still closed.
“I know, baby. I saw,” he said, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You looked so cute sleeping in my hoodie.”
A soft chuckle escaped you. “’S warm.”
“I’ll leave it to you in my will,” he joked quietly.
“Better,” you mumbled, and that was the last thing either of you said before you drifted off again—this time in his arms, right where you wanted to be.
And Bobby? He lay there for a long while, just holding you with no plans of letting you go.
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