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Grace

"You what now?!" I yell my eyes wide at what Richie just said. "I was called up, to play for the Rays tonight" he says calmly but his cheeky smile that is spread across his face says he wants to be anything but calm. "BABE THAT'S AMAZING!!" I yell again but this time I jump into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. "I'm so excited! AND they said I get to bring along a friend!" he says getting more excited. "I'm thinking of bringing Chris" he thinks out loud and I try not to cry. I see why he would bring his brother but what about his fiancé, the girl he loves. No Grace that's selfish of course he would bring family before you no matter how much he loves you, or claims to love you. "Grace?" he asks tilting my head to look him in the eye. "I'm joking! I'm bringing you!!!" he says nuzzling his head in my neck. "I love you, I couldn't experience this the right way without you!" he continues and I relax a little knowing I've been there through it all and now I get to see his dream come to life. "So when do we leave?" I ask, untangling my legs from his waist and standing on my own two feet. "In...an hour!" he says glancing at the clock. "AN HOUR?!? YOU'RE LUCKY I DID LAUNDRY!!" I yell and frantically run to our room. I start throwing all our stuff in a suitcase before his arms wrap around my waist. "Grace calm down" he mutters and I feel his lips on my neck as I relax a little. "Ok but now is not the time" I say, pulling my neck away and pecking his lips. "What can I help with?" he asks looking around the room at the mess I have made. "Um- just grab what you need and throw it in the suitcase I guess" I say shrugging my shoulders. I don't really know how this all works so I guess we'll see what happens.

"Come with me!" Richie begs, dragging me through the tunnel to the clubhouse. We walk in and Chris Archer immediatley comes and says hi. Richie takes my hand and squeezes it a little while he talks to some of his new teammates. "Come here" I mutter in a second of free time. I walk his out of the clubhouse to a little side hallway. "Don't be nervous you're gonna do great" I say and I kiss his lips. He relaxes against the wall as we continue to kiss in this stinky, dark hallway but who cares. "Ok, better?" I ask pulling away. "Ya, thanks babe" he says scanning the hallway. I take his face in my hands and his eyes find mine. "You are so nervous babe you need to calm down. You'll be fine ok?" "Ok" he mutters and takes my hand again. We get back to the clubhouse and some news people come up to interview him. He squeezes my hand again and I mouth "You're fine" from beside him. He's gonna do good and if he doesn't, well I don't know.

Richie comes out from the dugout, his head down and dragging his stuff behind him. They won 5-4 but he struck out twice, walked once, and was hit by a pitch. He made good plays but nothing special, just the same plays you see every night. "Good job!" I say, standing up from leaning against the wall outside the tunnel. "Why I didn't do anything" he snaps. "Not true. You made good plays and got on base twice!" "Got on base by walking! I should've got on base by hitting Grace, like every other player." My heart breaks at how upset he is over what was a good game. His nerves were through the roof and I know he could've done better but it was his first game he doesn't need to be so hard on himself.

We walk to the car and drive to the hotel in silence, him on his phone watching videos of his performance over and over. "Come on" I say taking his hand and pulling him into the hotel. His attitude continues all the way to our room and I swear he is 14 again. "You did amazing" I say, closing the door as he flops on the bed. "You need to be a little nicer to yourself" I mutter as I sit myself on his lap and lean down to his face. "You had a great game and you have many more to try again" I finish and attach my lips to his. He sits there for a minute before kissing back but still stiff and not himself. "Relax" I say, slightly moving my hips. There we go. His lips move with mine and his hands trace my body. Good day: check.

"I think I'm nervous again" Richie says smirking and looking up at me in the clubhouse. "No you aren't" I answer shaking my head. "Just go out and do your best" I say last before exiting the clubhouse. Game time.

"I DID IT!!" Richie yells, running out of the clubhouse, still in his uniform, and hugging me tightly. "I knew you could!" I laugh and quickly kiss him. "Did you have fun celebrating with yourself?" I ask remembering him hugging invisable teammates after his home run. "Ya I did actually" he laughs. "Good, now please go take care of that smell" I joke and fan the air around him. "Fine but when I'm clean I think we can replay last night" he smirks and I feel my cheeks heat up. "No. That was a one time thing now go shower" I say, pointing to the lockerrooms. "Fine" he mumbles and turns to walk away. "Nice butt Shaffer" I laugh out and he laughs back before stopping and popping his hip to strike a pose. "You know it Future Shaffer" he says and I can't help but smile. Future Shaffer. That's me.

We get back to the hotel and I groan as Richie continues jumping around. He could not have picked a better day to be happy. I only haven't slept in like 2 days and have been running around non stop with him for those 2 days. All I want is to sleep so I change into one of his shirts and climb into bed. "Please do not bounce on this bed or I swear I will shove you off and you will never see me at another one of your games" I threaten and pull the blankets over me. "Yes ma'am" he says and jumps onto the other bed. "Or that bed!!" I yell and throw a pillow at him. "Fine sassy pants" he pouts and gets down. "Goodnight baby" he whispers and kisses my forhead. "Goodnight babe" I answer and quickly fall asleep as he wraps his arms around my waist.

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