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Someday We Might, pt. one

Tomorrow's A New Day

His Way (nsfw!)

What Can I Do? part one

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The posts spread quicker than you could’ve ever imagined.

The first one you ignored, knowing that professional sports fans often stir up drama for no good reason other than their own entertainment. You think they’d be entertained enough with how great their team’s doing, but apparently not.

The second one you brushed off, aware that rumors spread like wildfire and reposts were bound to happen.

The more you saw, the more evidence that came with it, and you found it to be true.

Jarren’s ex was at the game last night. Even worse? It was the first game you also attended after publicly launching your relationship a couple of days ago.

You couldn’t help but go down that old familiar road of your own self destruction in your head. Was it simply coincidence that she was there, especially considering how great this team is doing? Or did she have cruel intentions behind it?

There was always a part of you that didn’t feel like you fit into his world. You’d never think less of yourself for a man, but his career and his past sometimes got you thinking.

Your relationship started unexpectedly. You met in Boston at a little shop about six months ago, and the rest is history. Your whole life has done a 180 since then; you moved in with him, got a job in Boston, and he was kind enough to make sure you came to as many home games as you could.

That’s exactly the problem, though. You aren’t a model, you don’t have a platform of your own; you’re normal, and sometimes it makes you feel so small in his big world.

She’s beautiful too, his ex. You can’t help but go to the unblock list, something you’d done a while ago to prevent something like this. Last nights events just nudged the urge too hard for you to have the control to stop it.

Scrolling through her page, you can’t help but compare yourself. She has a body you’d never be able to achieve, a face so effortlessly pretty that it didn’t matter what angle someone took a picture of her from; she was perfect. Why he ever chose you, you’d never know. And now it’s getting to your head.

The sound of the door clicking pulls you out of your thoughts.

Jarren comes over and lays on top of you, definitely messing up the bedsheets.

“Hi sleepy,” he teases with a grin.

You smile and hum in response, giving him a quick peck. “Hi! Where’d you run off to?”

“Got you coffee and breakfast. You gonna get up? It’s late.” He nudges your arm.

You stretch underneath him, which isn’t making it easy. “Well since you got me food…”

He just laughs and kisses your forehead. “You need to eat something, we have a big day.”

“How are you not exhausted after last night?” You ask, finally sitting up. “I’d be dead after four hours and thirteen innings.”

He thinks on it for a second. “Adrenaline rush?”

He shifts to allow you to get up from the bed. “I guess so, my body hurts just from watching you and cheering you guys on in the stands.”

He smiles in response. “Go eat then, you need energy.”

You smile and turn to head to the kitchen.

“Oh babe you forgot your…” he starts, but trails off. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Shit, you forgot to turn your phone off. You feel your body get hot and your heart jackhammering in your chest.

He comes over to you with a look of concern on his face. “Baby, what’s this?”

You look down, too nervous to look him in the eye. You’d planned on not bringing up the fact that she was at the game and pushing down your feelings. How can you tell him everything that was going through your head this morning?

“Uh, I guess she was at the game last night,” you say quietly, still not meeting his gaze.

He doesn’t say anything at first. “Okay? How do you even know that? Better yet, why are you 3 years deep in her Instagram?”

You sigh in frustration with yourself for getting caught. “I kept seeing posts about it, and then I saw some pictures people had taken of her that confirmed she was really there. And I just went down this rabbit hole before I knew what I was doing.”

“How come it’s bothering you so much?” He asks gently, taking your hand with his free one.

“Jar, I really don’t wanna talk about it,” you protest.

“Well I’m sorry, but I do. I’m not letting you sit with this all night while I’m on the field knowing it’s eating you alive,” he puts your phone on the dresser and gently grabs your arms. “Can you please look at me and talk to me?”

“I’m like, nothing compared to her.” You finally look up at him trying to fight back tears. You curse the universe for gifting you with the urge to cry when you’re frustrated. “She’s.. beautiful. She’s successful, and she seemed to just make more sense with you when you stood next to each other. I don’t look like that, I never could. I feel like I’m too normal and mundane for you.”

You can practically see his heart break with the way he looks at you. “Sweetheart, have I ever done or said anything that made you feel that way?”

“No,” you mumble, embarrassed at your vulnerability. When you start tapping your fingers, an anxious habit you’ve had for as long as you can remember, he doesn’t break his gaze when he grabs them and starts rubbing your hands with his thumbs.

“Are you sure? You can be honest with me.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Come here,” he whispers before pulling you in. He rests his chin on your head, slightly squeezing you like he knows to do when you’re anxious.

“This makes me so sad that you think those things about yourself,” he says gently. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

“I get in my head but it all feels so real sometimes.”

He guides you to the bed and sits you on his lap so he can look at you. He brushes some hair out of your face, still messy from your sleep.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I don’t need a model. Guys go for models to have someone on their arm they can show off for media attention. I don’t need that, I don’t want that. I want you. I want you and your kind heart, you and your selflessness who wouldn’t think twice before being there for the people she cares about, you and your motivation and drive for your career that I find insanely attractive. I want you and your ridiculous version of holding a pair of chopsticks after you beg me to get sushi, yet still can’t figure out how to hold them. I want you, the one who always believes in me no matter what, even on my worst days and you still choose me and stick with me through it all. You’re my favorite person to celebrate our wins with. You’re the one I wanna talk to first about absolutely everything. I love you so much, and even when I think I can’t love you more, I’m always proven wrong.”

You didn’t think you could ever be loved and cared for so much, especially when you don’t always feel that way about yourself. His love feels foreign, yet so right at the same time. It’s hard to believe you deserve it.

“I don’t even know what to say, that was just really sweet.”

“You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know. And I’ll tell you a million times if I have to get it in your pretty little head that I mean it,” he says, poking your nose.

You smile and pull him in, kissing him gently. You rest your forehead on his.

“Thank you for loving me. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. And if it makes you feel better, I’ll get word around to not have her come to any games. Plus, it’d benefit me too. I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“Only do that if you want to. I promise I’ll be okay.”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “I’m gonna talk to whoever I have to about upgrading your seats right next to the dugout tonight. I’m gonna hit a homer for you.”

You just laugh and kiss him again.

And then he did:)

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