Should I?

I Love Me

POV: Ally

*three months later*

"How does it feel to throw a no hitter to win the College Softball World Series?" One news reporter held a mic up to my mouth.

"Amazing. I'm still in shock, but I would have been able to do it without my team being incredible at what they do." I answered honestly.

"You broke records this season set by girls from years ago during your freshman year. Is it your goal to best your own records next season?" Another person asked.

"It is always my goal to improve on my pitching everyday, so I have every intention of becoming a better pitcher than I was this season, next season." I nodded.

"Who taught you how to pitch?" The same person asked as flashes of lights kept blinding me.

"My big brother Mike actually." I chuckled. "He would make me pitch at least twenty minutes a day in the back yard starting from age seven. Rain of shine. Night or day. Sick or well. He pushed me to be the best I could be, and without him I wouldn't have my arm."

A few more questions were fired at me before the interview wrapped up.

As soon as I got off of the mini stage Mike picked me up. "The champ right here!" Mike yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and lifted me up onto his shoulders as if I weighed nothing.

"MVP! MVP! MVP!" My teammates started to chant as Mike set me down outside the interview room.

"Guys, it was a team effort." I sighed, but I still had a smile on my face.

I'll be damned if I let anyone make it disappear.

I have found a way to love myself. I have found myself again. My goofy, introverted, musician self. I've been able to play my instruments more. I've been able to have me time without having to worry about anyone else being okay. My responsibilities right now are school, softball, loving myself, and Tucker. Especially Tucker. I love that little dude.

And now I can safely say that I love me.

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*four and a half years later*

"Babe, can you get that box." I lifted the lightest and smallest box into our new home. I signed with the USA softball team, and although the pay is five thousand dollars a year they put in bonuses to bring my salary to 1.4 million dollars for a three year contract. They do play on extending it after the three years, but that's just to get me started.

"Yeah," my fiancé of two months panted as she set down another box before going back to the truck to get another one with Mike and some of his friends.

"Jesus Christ Maggs. Take it easy." Mike's eyes went wide as my fiancé carried a dresser in by herself.

"I'm fine. I just want this shit in here already." Maggie groaned as she set down the dresser in the middle of our living room.

"You do realize that once it's in here you have to move the things to where they belong, because they aren't staying in the middle of the living room." I raised an eyebrow.

"Fuuuck," Mike and Maggie said in unison. They share the same brain cell sometimes. He's definitely all for her being his future sister-in-law.

Catie had been killed in a car accident on impact two years ago while driving drunk. She had ran into a brick building that had no give. Luckily she didn't kill or hurt anyone other than herself. Although it was hard for me I got over it rather quickly. I missed her more as a teammate and classmate than anything. But when she relapsed there was nothing I could do for her.