How to Save A Life (Anthony Rizzo)

58- Wrigley Love

Clara

"Man your feet are swollen" Anthony admits as he rubs them. I sit with a tub of ice cream on my stomach as I lazily shovel it into my mouth.

"Yeah, you try carrying a baby around in your stomach all day every day" I mumble with a mouth full of ice cream.

"I'm good. Thank you" he replies and I laugh.

"Keep going, you're doing great" I insist. His hands are good for two things: baseball and rubbing my feet.

"I'm serious though, maybe you should get your ankles checked out. You're too small to have this much swelling" he insists.

"It's a normal pregnancy thing. There is a long list of things I'm going to have to deal with like heart burn and swelling and morning sickness and headaches. It's karma for not having a period for 9 months" I shrug.

"Well you're still sitting here eating ice cream for weeks at a time so has it really changed from when you had your period" he jokes.

"Yeah, now I'm eating ice cream for two" I defend.

"Then what are you doing sitting here talking to me when you should be eating your ice cream" he teases.

"Maybe because I like talking to you little bit more than my ice cream" I assure him.

"Only a little" he smirks.

"This much" I reply as I pinch my fingers together.

"Are you absolutely sure you're feeling okay" he asks again.

"Yeah, I can take the pain of being a mother. It's nothing compared to the pain of being a spineless girlfriend" I admit.

"I love your back bone" he claims.

"Good. Because I just got it and I like it" I smirk.

"Good" he smiles.

After spending the morning sitting around the house doing nothing it was time to get ready for a day game. I missed a few here and there but I still make it out to as many of the games as I could. So I pull on a tank top and one of Anthony's jerseys and leave it unbuttoned. I add a baseball cap and a pair of jean shorts and I was ready to go.

We arrive at the ballpark really early so we hang out in the bleachers. Anthony wouldn't dare allow me up here when it's packed for the stories about this place are legendary, and wether they're true or not, they are absolutely terrifying, but for now it was such a great view. To see what the fans who love this team more than anything else gets to see, it was really cool. We watch the hard workers take care of the field and get it ready for later today. I smile big as the wind nearly takes off my hat.

"You really like coming here, huh" Anthony asks when he notices my extremely happy presence.

"Yeah. I always loved this place. I remember the first time I came here, back when I wasn't allowed to. I had watched you play on tv at least 50 times so far that season. I was so excited to finally be in the famous Wrigley field. To watch Jon play with Farrah and Hudson and Walker cheering him on so loudly. To be a part of such a culture where I'm accepted and I felt like I belonged. I always loved coming to your games, way back then and even more so now" I admit.

"So what are you going to do when you can't come anymore" he asks.

"Die probably" I joke and he laughs.

"I would rather you just watch from home" he insists.

"I will. Probably paint a lot and do things around the house. Finish setting up the spare rooms so your parents can come stay or get a party room for whenever your friends decide to show up and eat all of our food" I list off.

"And to think I thought you needed me" he teases.

"I do, trust me, I do."

"I think you want me, but you don't need me. You never really needed me. Anyone could have done what I did, many people would have. But only a few people would have ever ended up like you did if they were in your situation" he claims.

"I would go through it all again if that means I get to stay with you" I admit.

"I will never let anything like that happen to you again" he insists.

"I know" I smile.

He presses a soft kiss on my lips and it's moments like this I know that everything I went through, it was so worth it.

Eventually he has to go get ready and I find my usually seats in the stands behind third base. Farrah and the kids join me as we enjoy a nice July baseball game.

"How have you and Anthony been" she wonders.

"We're doing good. The babies room is ready and the house is done. Physically we are ready so now it's just when it comes time to steeping up, we do so" I admit.

"You guys will be fine. Sometimes Hudson wishes you were his mom" she claims and I laugh.

"You're lying" I accuse.

"I'm not. He's so happy his two favorite people moved a few blocks from him. He can't wait until little Daisy gets older so he can play with her. And of course I can have a little girl I can spoil" she admits.

"I'm definitely going to need your help" I insist.

"I'm here for you. No matter what I will be willing to help you. If she is crying in the middle of the night I'm happy to lend some advice. If you and Anthony want some alone time I am more than happy to look after her. I've always wanted a little girl" she admits.

"Well I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of her" I admit.

"Good" she replies.

We sit back and enjoy the game. In a little over a month it won't just be me watching Anthony play. No more chilling in the seats unbothered and with no concerns. I'll be raising a kid in these seats and honestly I couldn't think of a better place to do it. To raise my kid to be a Cub fan, to be one of the million Cubs fans out there. The millions of people who occupied the same seats I do now. There's so many reasons I was so excited to be a mom and I honesty couldn't wait.