Forever - Christian Yelich

Bro Night.

Brooklyn~ 

It's been a rough week, to say the least. The guys haven't been playing their best but I think they're just exhausted. We haven't had an off day in a few weeks and it was really getting to them. They weren't showing up when they needed to. They were striking out like crazy, letting errors happen, not scoring runs even. It was painful to watch, but it was even more painful to see someone you care about so much, be down, and think that it's his fault. 

We are currently finishing things up here in Washington D.C, and we finally have an off day, except this off day was filled with traveling back to Milwaukee. Although the flight isn't long, it still isn't the off day we all hoped for. 

The guys stayed a bit after the game to reflect and watch some film so I decided I would head back to the hotel and get all of my stuff together. I hear the hotel room door click and see Christian enter with his bag and a sad smile on his face. He plops down onto the bed and doesn't say a word. Should I say something? I don't want to say the wrong thing. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" I speak up hoping that won't upset him even more than he already is. I move my laptop off my lap and give him my full, undivided attention. He turns his head towards me and shrugs. "I just- I don't-" he groans and runs his hands through his hair. I can tell he's trying to think of words to say but he can't put them together. 

"I just feel like as a team, we are burnt out like we don't have the passion to play right now. Like we're just playing because we have to. I don't know. I'm burnt out and I want to take a day off, but I feel if I do, they're going to need me," he continues as I grab his hand and start rubbing it, "I wish I could do more for them right now. I feel like I'm not performing how I should be, how everyone thinks I should be." 

Okay, yeah he's worked up about it. "I know even when I tell you this, it might not matter, but, you don't have to do everything. If you need a day off, take one off. You can't be so hard on your body," I continue as he moves closer to me and I lie back down so he can rest his head on my chest, "Christian, I see what you do out there. You're incredible, and I'm not just saying that because I sort of have to, I truly mean it. Maybe you and the guys just need a night to yourself. Like go out and have a guy night, ya know, get the nerves off of you."

He tilts his head up and looks at me with his gorgeous eyes, "I really appreciate you listening to me," he says and I nod wrapping my arms around him and kissing the top of his head. "It's what I'm here for." 

He gets up and goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower start. I was going to join him, but I think he needs to be alone and just think for a few minutes. I play around on my phone when I see that Ryan texted me. I furrowed my brow and go ahead and open my messages. 

Ryan: Hey, is he okay? He seemed pretty rough after the game and before we left the stadium tonight. 

"Um, he's getting there. He feels he needs to be the one that does everything, but he feels exhausted and wants a day off but is too scared to take one off because you guys might need him. He's showering right now so I'm assuming he's blowing off some more steam." 

Ryan: Alright, thanks. I was a little worried about him. I mean you know he's like my little brother and he looked genuinely worked up tonight. 

"I offered that maybe you and the guys should have like a 'Bro night' to just be friends and not baseball players."

Ryan: Bro night? Seriously?

"Yes, Ryan. What else do you want me to call it? I think you guys should though. Maybe go get food tomorrow night and just hang out like a group of friends, except no baseball is to be talked about."

Ryan: You know that isn't a bad idea. I think we all need it. Thanks for the idea."

"Of course, let me know if I can do anything for you, Christian, or the rest of the guys. :)"

Christian got out of the shower and looked somewhat better. He looked a little less exhausted so that put me in a better mood. I really hate it when he gets like this. I hate seeing him like this. I understand that we'll have bad games and bad days but it's really affecting the entire team. 

He comes into bed and snuggles in next to me and lays his head back in my chest. "Thank you," I hear barely above a whisper from Christian. "For what?" I ask. "Listening and giving me some advice," I smile and nod. 

Christian falls asleep and I gently roll him off of me and cover him up some more. He didn't pack his stuff and we leave super early so I decided to just pack for him. I finish getting our bags ready and set them by the door so we can get out to get to the plane faster. I come back into the bed and Christian immediately is pulling me closer toward him. God, this never gets old. I don't think it can at this point. I never want to not be with him. Am I... am I in love with him? Oh, god, I think I am. I stare at him and notice how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. 

Every now and then a little snore escapes from his mouth or his nose will crinkle just a little bit. I continue to stare at this boy, yeah, I do love him. "I love you. We will figure this out; together." I say just below a whisper, not trying to wake him up. He has shown me so much love in such a short amount of time and I don't think I could ever repay him for that. I've only known him for a couple of months and it's been the best couple of months of my life. I kiss his cheek and cuddle into him and fall fast asleep in his arms, something that is my favorite part of the day.