Rained Out (Kris Bryant)

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So I just decided to update for you guys. I hope that you enjoy this and read my other stories. Also the video above is a song that my dad showed me. I thought it was extremely cute so I had to include it. Please enjoy...

Knock, knock... knock... knock, knock, knock... I woke up the next morning to that. The sun was bright it wouldn't last for that long. I looked around my car trying to figure out who was making that noise. Right there outside my car was this older gentleman. "Mister, are you okay? Do you need help? A bad storm is coming," I heard him say.

I open my door feeling so desperate. "Yeah, I need help. My car ran out of gas and my phone's dead. I need to be in Chicago by eight this morning."

"No luck in that, sir. It's already past eight. Storms coming in fast. Do you want to come to my place to way out the storm? My daughter is there with her kids." He must be in his sixties, but he stood in his overalls being very kind. I knew that I couldn't pass up on his offer, even if I felt bad for trespassing.

"That would be great, but I hope that I won't be a burden on you and your family," I said gloomy.

"Don't worry, having more company on a day like this would be great. So, I think we should be heading there, I'm Ed by the way." He said right before he started to walk. I had to catch up with him, quickly, and soon I fell in step.

"I'm Kris, nice to meet you and thanks for helping out."

"Oh, no problem. I decided to take my walk between storms, when I saw your expensive car in the ditch. I thought that I could help you out. So, you from Chicago?"

"No, I'm actually from Las Vegas, Ed, but now I live in Chicago half of the year."

I heard him chuckle. "Las Vegas, I haven't been to that place in forever. I met Marg's mother there. I was twenty-one enjoying my new found freedom, when the love of my life sat next to me in a show. During intermission, we started to talk and actually kissed. That crazy time, I didn't just bring my empty wallet back here to the farm but a pregnant wife, also. We had twelve children before she passed away, a month after Marg was born. I never loved anyone since."

I had no idea who Marg was, but I'm not about to ask him any questions. He started talking quickly again, "So what do you do in Chicago then?"

"I play baseball. That's my job."

"A baseball player! That must be nice. My grandson, Jefferson, wants to be a ballplayer. He's five and is constantly practicing so someday he'll be somebody. Hey, could you help him out, I bet he'd love that. I bet he'd probably know who you are since all he does is watch baseball. Mainly the Tigers, but he'll watch any game. I know that he's planning on watching Rockies game today."

I couldn't help but to laugh at this guy. He's so amazing even though he is talking a lot. I enjoyed his stories. "Yeah, I'd love to help him."

"Great, I know today won't be the greatest... speak of the devil, the rain is a falling now, Kris. We better hurry up." He said starting to walk a little faster. Lucky for us, his house wasn't that far away. We got inside before the thunder storm surfaced.

We stood in the dry, old porch, dripping. Ed was taking off his jacket and boots, so I took off my shoes. "Wait, here. Marg, honey! Can you come here for a minute," he yelled as he entered the house. I don't know where he had gone, but I did stand out there for a little bit before the woman walked into the doorway of the house smiling.

"So you're the lost puppy that my dad found? Anyway, come on in. I got some clothes for you to change in. Don't worry, they are not my dad's." I followed her into the house. She led me to the bathroom that had a stack of dry clothes on the counter. "Please leave your wet clothes in the bathtub. I'll take care of them later." And with that she closed the door, leaving me alone to change into the sweats.

It was so nice to get out of those old clothes. The sweats had a curtain warmth to them, but that's probably just because my old clothes were sapping cold.

After I threw my old clothes in the bathtub, I left the bathroom. Right away I saw a boy tossing a baseball to a little girl. The girl couldn't be more than three, but she did catch the ball. I couldn't help but to laugh at that sight. The boy looked at me and said smiling, "My grandpa told me that you are a baseball player in Chicago! Is that true?"

"Yeah, that is true. Can you guess what team I play for?" I asked squatting down next to him. His blond hair went to his blue eyes. He looked so much like the woman that gave me the clothes.

"How long have you been in the majors and position?" he asked with a very serious thinking face.

"Just starting my second year and mainly third base, but I do play some outfield."

I could tell that the lightbulb had flipped on for him. "You definitely play for the Cubs since Frazer is the White Sox's third baseman. He's been in the game for a long time now. So, your Bryant, aren't you? I hear the MLB shows talk about you a lot."

"Yeah that is me. Don't you have school today?" I asked remembering that today was Tuesday.

"Nah, the bridge is flooded going into town from all the rain last night. School's canceled. So, now I get to watch baseball all day. That is until our T.V. goes out. Will you watch the games with me?"

"I'll see," I said gloomily. "I know that I got to get back to Chicago, I actually have a game today. I'm going to miss, I know."

"But we can play baseball in the basement! That will make everything up, right?" He seemed so excited at the possibility of playing baseball with me.

I smiled at him and laughed. "Why wouldn't it! I'd be playing baseball."

"Yay, and I'm Jeff by the way. Mom says told me that she wanted to see you in the kitchen when you were getting done changing. It's right through that door there," Jeff said pointing straight ahead to a door that was next to the front door. I got up from his said and walk there after I said my thanks.

As I walked into the kitchen, Jeff's mom was mixing some mix together. "Do you need any help?"

She looked up at me and smiled, "No, I'm fine here. My dad says that you are from Chicago and need to get back as soon as possible."

"Yeah," I said going over by her.

"Well our only phone isn't working and the road is flooded so that might be a while. There is no way out of this area for a least today. Service for us is spotty so this isn't that uncommon. I'm Margret by the way."

"Kris, people think I'm missing right now. This thing probably huge news."

She looked up at me with a sad smile, "I bet. I'm sorry there isn't much more we can do. My dad says that you are a baseball player, so I don't doubt that its major news. Normally, the power will go off if things get so bad. I'm sorry we can't do more, but at least you aren't stuck in your car yet." She started pouring the pancake mix on the frying pan. "Are you hungry, because I'm making all of this for you and dad. The kids already ate."

"Yeah, I'm hungry, thanks. And it's alright. Jeff seems so happy that I'm a baseball player."

She looked down at the pancakes she was cooking and laughed. I loved the sound of her laugh; it was soft and gentle. Hearing her laugh made me smile. I know that I basically always smile, but after yesterday I never thought I would ever be able to smile again. But here I am, smiling like a bandit in a strange kitchen, just because of this unknown woman.

"He'd be happy just to meet a major league baseball player, but to have one in the house he lives in.... Well, I'm surprised that he left you out of his sights."

I turned around and looked that the door, and there he was peaking in on us. Once he saw me looking he ducked out almost at once. "Well, you aren't wrong. Just caught him looking in on us."

She didn't say anything, but I could hear her laughing again.