Should I?

Semi-Finals

(A/N): For those who don't know a lot about softball or baseball, I have explanations in parenthesis for the stuff that matters.

POV: Catie

"Catie, lead the girls around the field twice for a run. Get the blood pumping." He instructed after we all got a sip of water.

"Let's go ladies! Last one out has to eat cheetoes and milk!" I yelled to the girls and they all scrambled out of the dugout.

Ally ran to my side and once the all got out of the dugout we started to run.

"I was joking by the way." I said as we continued to run and I chuckled at the sound of a sigh of relief.

"You ready?" I asked Ally as we stood in the pitcher's circle side by side as we stood for the National anthem.

"Yeah, I've got the love of my life at the other end of my pitch, so I think I'm ready. How about you?" I could see a small smile and a light shade of pink on her face out of the corner of my eye.

"We've been playing this game for years, so if we don't know how to play by now we're screwed, but I'm ready. I have this amazing pitcher that I love more than life itself, and I am the only catcher she will pitch to. She trusts my calls too, but she also speaks her mind if she doesn't trust that pitch at the moment. She also has two blue eyes that I can get lost in, and when I look into them... I see the rest of my life." I smiled from ear to ear as I felt her step closer to me so our arms were touching. Just making contact with me soothes her and keeps her calm, which means she's probably trying to hold back tears.

"Do you have to make me cry right before I pitch?" Ally quietly giggled.

"Maybe," I shrugged with a smirk.

She would hit me right now if we didn't have to stand still. The reason why I am talking during the National anthem isn't because I don't respect the flag or those who protect it; it's because I am really nervous and when I get nervous I talk... a lot.

I took a deep breath when it ended and Ally pulled me into a hug.

"Don't be nervous. You are a damn good catcher and I trust you 100% to stop every ball that I pitch. I love you." She stood on her tippy toes so she could kiss my lips and I bent down a little, not caring at all what the crowd thinks. I love this girl and no one can change that or change the way I treat her.

"I love you too. Let's add another win to the board." I winked and gave her a smile before trotting to home plate and sliding my helmet on.

"That was gross." The batter mumbled.

"You're gross." I mocked in a childish tone and the umpire laughed.

I signaled for a breaking ball outside to see what the batter will swing at and what she won't swing at, but also to see what the Umpire's strike zone looks like.

The batter swung low and dirty, so low that she clipped the ball, but it went foul. I don't even know how to go about this one. I've never seen anyone even touch that pitch before.

Ally's fingers nervously fiddled with the ball as I waited for the batter to get back into the box before I signaled for the next ball. Ally's pitches need to be spot on with this girl.

I signaled for a slider inside, and Ally wound up again and I watched the bat go right over the ball as it flew into my mit.

Her weakness is the low inside corner.

As the batter looked at her coach Ally gave me her famous 'oh shit' look.

I stood up and pretended to fix my helmet, but I was actually trying to figure out what I was going to ask Ally to pitch next.