You always knew that dating a Major League Baseball player came with its own kind of chaos. The long road trips, the weird game times, the press, the stardom and the pressure. But nothing quite prepared you for this season.
Andy had been called up to the majors last year. Last year he was amazing and everyone thought he’d be an instant star again but the start of the new season hit fast.
He couldn't seem to find his rhythm. His bat felt more like dead weight than anything. Balls in the outfield that others could catch were flying over his head like nothing. Every error got replayed on social media and the hate came fast and loud.
But you never wavered.
You would always sit in the stands, clapping and being supportive after every at-bat, even if he walked back to the dugout after striking out. You would wait up for him when he came home after late-night practices, heating him up leftovers and rubbing his sore shoulders while he stared blankly at the TV. You listened, really listened, when he said he wasn’t sure he belonged in L.A.
You told him he did.
And now, months later, he's on fire.
The same fans who booed him in April now chant his name. He’s hitting like it’s second nature, making diving plays and throwing people out with ease. Every interview ends with someone asking, "What changed?" and he just smiles and says, “I stopped doubting myself.” But you knew what he really meant.
So when Andy finally got a rare day off, his first in over three weeks, he didn't tell you his plans. Just says, “Be ready by ten,” with that boyish smile that’s slowly creeping back into his everyday face.
You woke up to sunlight and the smell of fresh coffee. He’s already made your favorite, just how you like it. There’s a Dodgers hoodie draped over a chair and a sticky note on the mirror.
> “Wear this. Trust me.. — A.”
You smiled and slipped it on.
By ten sharp, he was behind the wheel of his car.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“You’ll see,” he said, revving the engine. “Just sit back. No interviews today. Just us.”
The drive wound out of L.A.—past all of the traffic, past the billboards with his face, past the noise. You rolled down the window and let the wind tangle in your hair. The silence between you not feeling awkward anymore; it was easy. Comfortable.
Eventually, he turned off the highway and headed into the hills. Trees rose up around you, and soon, you were in a place so quiet it feels like the world’s gone still.
He parked near a small overlook, shaded by oak trees. There’s a path, barely visible, but he took your hand and led you down it anyway. After five minutes of hiking—him occasionally glancing back to make sure youre okay.
And it was beautiful.
A picnic blanket was spread out on the grass. A small Bluetooth speaker was softly playing your favorite playlist. A basket was filled with fresh fruit, sandwiches, and those fancy cookies from that overpriced bakery you both pretend you don’t like but secretly love.
“I know it’s not a fancy restaurant,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “But I wanted to do something quiet. For you. For everything.”
You sat down, taking him down with you. “Andy. This is perfect.”
He exhaled, like he was holding something in. “I know the beginning of the season was rough. For me. For us. And you never once made me feel like I wasn’t worth it. Even when I didn’t believe in myself… you still did. I’ve been meaning to say thank you. For all of it.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder, watching birds fly overhead.
“You don’t need to thank me,” you whispered. “I didn’t fall in love with your stats.”
He chuckled. “Still. I needed to hear it. And I needed you. You were my constant when I was a total mess.”
You looked up at him, watching the sunlight flicker in his eyes. He looks… happy. Calm. The kind of calm he hasn’t been in months.
“I’m proud of you,” you said. “Not because you’re heating up, not because the fans love you again—but because you didn’t give up. Even when they wanted you to.”
He pulled you close and kissed your temple. “I love you, you know that?”
“I do.”
You sat there together, wrapped in warmth and quiet, away from the crowds, the cameras, the pressure. Just two people, sitting on a blanket in the middle of nowhere, eating cookies and stealing kisses.
Baseball may be his dream, but right now? This moment is yours.
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