How to Save A Life (Anthony Rizzo)

67- Perfect

Clara

After arguing with Anthony for about a hour I finally give in and agree to take engagement photos with him. I hate having my pictures taken, didn't even get maternity pictures done. But he was really insistent on having them done and I do want some family photos so I push my hatred of getting pictures done to the side for a few hours at least.

I find a cute floral dress and change into that. I curl my long brown hair and apply light makeup. I was still a mother after all so I'm sure I looked the part without some makeup.

I put Daisy in a little yellow and white sun dress and a cute pair of dress shoes. Her curly brown hair free for all to see and her bright blue eyes looking around.

"You're so stinking cute" I insist and she moves her eyes to me. She gives a cute little smile and I smile back. I would happily die for this kid. "Let's go see daddy" I say as I carefully pick her up. I rest her on my chest and walk her down the stairs.

We find Anthony on the couch and I sit myself on his lap. He had on black shorts and a light blue shirt. He looked extra handsome with his hair done up.

"You ready" he asks and I nod.

"I am" I assure him.

"And what about you" he asks Daisy and she just smiles. She was a very smiley baby.

"She's set" I say and he nods.

"Awesome. Let's go to the first location" he says.

"Why do I feel like this about to be the most extravagant pictures ever taken of me" I ask.

"Have you met me" he teases.

"Yeah. Thank god" I smile and he whips his head around. He quickly pulls me in for a kiss and I had absolutely no problem with that.

The first place we went to was the art museum. The photographer had us stand under the photo and recreate the painting I did. So I lift my leg and press my lips to his and let the rest take over. Here he was able to edit it so the only things in color was Anthony and I in both the painting and in real life. And as much as I hate to admit it, it was a brilliant picture.

That was the only picture we wanted there so next we headed to the botanical garden. I insisted we get a bunch of just Daisy because I didn't have a lot of professional pictures of her and she just looked too cute. So the photographer set her up in a bunch of flowers and we watched him work his magic on her.

"We did pretty good with her huh" Anthony asks as we watch Daisy smile up at the camera.

"She's perfect" I admit. I have not a single complaint about that little girl.

"What do you think she's going to be like when she gets older" he wonders.

"Wild for sure" I laugh.

"Really? She's so peaceful though" he claims.

"I know she is. But the quiet babies always make the loudest children. Plus she is going to be traveling the continent with the coolest guys in baseball and you're her father. Trust me... she's going to be a handful" I insist.

"I hope she gets my looks too... otherwise I'm going to be fighting the boys off for a very very long time" he claims.

"What are you talking about? You're a very good looking man" I insist.

"Surrre" he claims.

"Are you kidding me? Anthony you're incredibly handsome. How do you not see that" I ask.

"I don't know. I always get associated with Kris and he's the pretty boy with blue eyes. I've kind just accepted the role of the funny guy with a big heart" he claims.

"You mean the incredibly handsome funny guy with a big heart" I correct.

"Well if you say it then it must be true" he smiles.

"Damn right" I smile back.

He grabs my hips and pulls me so close that I could feel his heart beating. He moves a troublesome piece of hair that's been a victim of the Chicago winds here today and tucks it behind my ear. He keeps his hand behind my head before inching it closer to his face. He presses his lips to my forehead and my lips pull into a small smile. My eyes flutter shut as I inhale all the flowers, letting the scent take me over.

"I love you so much" he mumbles on my skin.

"I love you too" I say as I wrap my arms around his back.

"Don't. Move" the photographer says and I was confused at first. Then I realized that he wanted a picture and tried not to move.

But I feel Anthony start to laugh and I start to laugh too. Soon enough we were cracking up and the picture was all but gone.

"This is why we can't have nice things" I tease.

"That's not true. I have you..." he trails off. I playfully push his shoulder and he laughs as me.

We grab our kid out the flowers and take some more pictures. And I know I was against it at first but these are going to be really nice to have.

The last place we get our pictures taken at is Wrigley field. We all put on a Rizzo jersey and head out the the ivy. We take a bunch of really cute pictures before nature takes its course and we get distracted. Anthony and I mess around with a ball and some gloves and play catch. We even got Daisy to fit in a glove and that picture turned out really cute.

At the end of it all I end up sitting in the dugout and watch Anthony mess around with Daisy. He takes her around the bases and acts like he was playing in a game. He eventually runs across home plate and celebrates like he just scored. I could see Daisy's little smile from here.

"You guys are a real good couple" the photographer mentions as he sits next to me.

"Thanks" I smile. "We've been through a lot in our time together. But I wouldn't trade a moment of it away for anything in this world" I admit.

"I can tell. I do a lot of these pictures and I couldn't get half the couples to fake the love you guys share. It's really cool to see" he claims.

"That's really nice of you to say" I admit.

"I'm not going to lie. I'm a little jealous" he laughs. "He's got a great family and a great career. People idolized him. He's got it pretty good" the guy claims.

"You don't even see what he does behind doors" I claim.

"Is it bad" he asks.

"No. It's quite incredible. He's pretty hard on himself, he'll never be the flashy and overwhelming type of player that will get put all over billboards or talked about on sports center. He will never be upfront about the things he does for kids with cancer for attention. He would rather lay low and do good then be the guy everyone talks about.

What he's done for me alone is incredible. And that's not even the half of it" I explain.

"Well you guys are lucky you got each other" he admits.

"Yeah... we really are."