Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences

Baseball// JM

~Your pov~
It was early June and the weather was finally getting super nice, so today Jonah and I decided to bring our 5 year old son, Matthew, named after the bean himself, Corbyn Matthew Besson, to the park. We arrived and he went on the swings and down some of the slides and the Jonah looked at me with big eyes. This whole time Jonah has been waiting to play some sort of baseball with his son. Jonah as a kid and even through his teenage years and up to now has always loved baseball. It was his all time favorite sport and he loved watching as well as playing it and if we are telling the truth he was pretty good. So now that his son was getting older he wanted to teach it to Matthew and hope he liked it just as much as Jonah always has. "Hey buddy, you want to play a game with daddy?" Jonah asked him getting down on his knees to be level with Matthew. "Yeah!" He exclaimed. Jonah handed him the little plastic bat and pulled out a plastic ball as well. He explained he had to hit the ball to his son and soon the two boys were playing. Even though your son was young he was born with some athletic skill and also some competition. As Jonah was pitching the balls to him he kept missing and was becoming angry with himself. Eventually he threw the bat hitting Jonah in the shin with the hard plastic. Jonah rubbed it and sat on the bench and sighed. "It's alright babe," I said setting my hand on his thigh moving it up and down. "He's still little things will change." I told him as we watched Matthew go up and down the slides of the playground. "Yeah, I guess." Jonah huffed quite bummed.

About 45 minutes later Matthew was back again and tugged at Jonah's shorts he had on. "Daddy?" He said looking up with puppy dog eyes meaning he wanted something. "What's up buddy?" Jonah asked looking down a him. "I want to play the game again." He said. This put a smile on Jonah's face in an instant. Your boy played with all his heart and seemed to be falling in love more and more everytime he hit the ball just like Jonah did. As the boys played you looked at your little family and thought how lucky you were to have Jonah and a little boy that meant the world to both of you and never failed to make either of you happy all the time.