A Lucky Catch

Chapter 41

2 months later:
Lani's Pov:
"This is depressing. I can't see my toes anymore." I groaned as I attempted to paint my toes.
"Why are you trying to paint your nails? Just go to a salon." Kiké chuckled.
"Because for some reason my feet have been very ticklish lately. Can you help me instead of laughing at me?" I said as I threw the tiffany blue colored nail polish bottle at him.
"What makes you think I know how to do this?" he responded acting offended.
"Mariana sent me a snapchat of you painting her nails like two weeks ago. So yes, you do know how." I teased.
"She would send you that. It's not fair that I have nothing but sisters." he argued but opened the nail polish bottle anyways.
He began painting my nails very accurately, almost too accurate. His concentration was on a whole other level because his tongue was sticking out, his face was close up, and he was very quiet.
"You have cute toes." he said as he cleaned up any nail polish that was on the skin.
"I hate feet. I surprised I even let you touch them." I said before lifting my legs up to see the outcome.
"Hey, you did really good. And you're right, I do have cute feet." I agreed, but I think it was more of the color that made them look cute, because all feet are ugly.
"When's your due date? I feel like you've been pregnant for two years." he asked.
"Is that a fat joke?" I joked back. "It's February 5th. So we have about 3 1/2 months left."
"Awwee I just noticed, due date is on the 5th & Corey's number is 5." he said getting technical.
"Yeah I never noticed that." I laughed. "So how are you taking it that you guys didn't make the postseason? I bet it's tough. This whole years been tough."
After the whole incident with Joc, the team went on a huge decline. Pitchers were going 2-3 innings, bullpen was giving up bombs after bombs. Batters 1-8 went through frequent slumps, and everything that could go wrong was all happening. The team went from first place in NL West to third place behind the Rockies and Diamondbacks. Unfortunately, the Dodgers didn't make it to the Playoffs and it was an early offseason for the team and staff.
"Yeah you know I don't really like talking about it all, but for some reason it's easier to talk about it with you. You see all the hard work we put in day in and day out, shit you work us out. But with Mariana, it feels more of a judgemental argument with her. She doesn't see all the behind the scenes shit we do."
"Yeah, no one really sees it. But what you do behind the scenes to prepare for the season is for yourself not the fans or anyone else. It's to make you the best version of yourself for the season. I don't think it had anything to do with the team being underprepared. We have the best team to win a championship, shit we did it last year. I just think it was many other factors." I responded.
"Like what? We can't make excuses. I think we weren't physically prepared, and I don't mean our strength I mean hitting, pitching, and fielding." he said.
"I still don't think it was that. The team lost its best friend. The team lost its character. I think two months ago, when Joc did what he did, he ripped something out of every single one of us." I said as I noticed his eyes become watery.
"It's okay to cry Kiké, all of it was so hard on all of us." I said as I grabbed his hand.
"I shouldn't even be crying. Yeah he was my best friend and teammate, but what he did was wrong. That was your cousin and your best friend." He responded as he tried to keep his tears in.
"You're allowed to cry. We are all family. Crystal was just as much family to you as to anybody else. And yeah it's hard, I really hated Joc for a really long time. And honestly, I don't know how to forgive him or look passed it all."
"He fucked us all over! I still can't believe he did that shit. I just can't stop feeling angry at him." he yelled and I knew this was exactly what he needed to do.
He finally let all the tears come out and I moved closer to him and hugged him. I held him tight and showed him that I was here for him. I know him and Mariana have been going through some things and I know it's because most wives/girlfriends don't know how to handle the guys emotions that they're having about this tough season.
"Do you and Corey ever get into arguments? It seems like you guys are perfect." he asked once he got his emotions under control.
"Of course. Nobody nor no couple is ever perfect. It just takes the right people to learn how to fix each other's flaws. You'll continuing learning about your loved one each and every day. You'll start to think that you know everything there is to that person but that's false. You both have to be willing to pick up and understand each choice or decision one another makes, and when you learn how to do so then it will start to feel like you've become one. There's no perfect, but there's nearly perfect and it's not impossible." I responded as I could mentally see all the note taking he was making in his mind.
"Your parents did an amazing job with you Lans. You're an amazing woman and I'm grateful to you have you as a close friend, shit you're a sister. Thank you for that." he mentioned.
"God said, 'Let Enrique have one more sister,' and here I came." I laughed. "Thank you though kiké, you're an amazing guy as well. You and Marianna will find the ways. You guys were meant to be." I responded and as soon as I finished, Corey and Trayce walked through the doors with Elle in the strap harness and I instantly walked straight over to her.
"Mi amor. Look at how gorgeous you look. Did daddy do your hair?" I said as I noticed the crooked hair-do.
"It's a lot harder than it looks alright. Layla usually does it so I'm still in training mode." he said defending himself.
"I'm sending you back down to triple-A for that sloppy work." I responded as I fixed her curly hair.
"I deserve an award for trying alright." he pleaded.
"There's no such thing as a participation award in this household Thompson." I said as he had the face of defeat.
"Alright you win." he said before handing Elle over to me and taking a seat on the couch.
We all just lounges around for the remaining of the day and allowed ourselves to have one of those lazy days.
I get a lot more tired easily now, I mean carrying two babies inside of you gets exhausting but I'm blessed to have them. My feet are always aching, my back feels like it belongs to an 80 year old, and I'm constantly craving in-n-out fries with a vanilla milkshake. Poor Corey, he usually orders me a meal from there on his way back from working out. I'm not sure how he's able to have self-control because he's on this strict diet and sticks to his meal preps. He's trying to bulk up more during this offseason.
"Babe, are you ready for bed?" Corey asked as he broke me from my thoughts.
"So ready. I'm exhausted." I responded as we both climbed under our blankets.
"I want my babies here already." He said before kissing my large twin bump.
"I just hope they're going to be good babies and sleep good through the night." I said wishing for the best.
"Yeah me too. But for now, you need to get as much rest as possible. Goodnight baby girl." He said as he kissed me one last time.
"Goodnight Corey Drew Seager. I love you." were the last words before we fell asleep peacefully.

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I want to start by apologizing. I'm sorry for the very long wait on an update. Since graduating high school in the spring of 2017, I have had a lot on my plate. I'm a full time college student & I work part time, but tend to get full time hours. (30-35 hours a week) I don't get much free time anymore these days and it makes me sad because I love & enjoyed constantly providing you guys with new content. I plan to get back in the groove of things and hopefully at a faster pace. But in the mean time, here's a new chapter & sorry if it's been so long that you had to go back & read the chapter before. 🙈 but thank you guys for sticking around. 💗
-Christina