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He laughed. “You’ve never seen one of my mom’s Thanksgiving spreads. I meant cow. Come, I’ll show you.”
He tugged my hand, and we went downstairs to join the family at the table.
“OH MY GOSH SOMEONE IS GOING to need to wheelbarrow me out to the field,” Paul said, rubbing his distended belly. “The turkey was delicious dear, you outdid yourself again.”
She beamed at him.
“Yeah, I feel like a stuffed bird. Get it? Stuffed….bird?” Wrigley joked, trying to be sarcastic.
A napkin was chunked at his face, and there was a round of grumbles. In the short period of time that I’d been at Camden’s house, I’d learned that Wrigley liked to tell the cheesiest jokes. What made them even fu
“Ready to get your asses whooped?” Dodger stood up from the table and pulled out Macie’s chair.
I had been slightly shocked that their parents weren’t offended by some of the things that their boys talked about, but I realized that not a lot really bothered them.
Turner barked a boisterous laugh. “In your dreams Wild Thing.”
I leaned into Camden who was gri
“Yeah, Dodger here, thinks that he has the best pitch in the family. Except he can’t get it over home plate for shit. He started calling himself Wild Thing after Charlie Sheen’s character in the movie, Major League. He even has some of those black frame glasses around here somewhere,” he replied.
“My pitch is awesome, you fuckers. Keegan, you can be on my team, that way you know what wi
Camden shook his head. “She goes to bed with me every night, so I’m pretty sure she already knows what wi
“Camden!” I scolded. Could he embarrass me any more today?
Paul chuckled when Camden shrugged. “No worries honey, we all know Cam’s all bark.”
Oh boy they had no idea there was certainly more than a bite that went along with his bark. He looked down at me, confirming that he was reading my mind. Winking at me, he got up as well. “We’ll divide the teams when we get to the field. Let’s go.”
I started picking up my plate to take it into the kitchen when Do
I smiled at her and set it back down. Out in their garage were two golf carts and a couple bat bags sitting next to them. We all loaded up, Paul driving one cart, and Turner driving the other. Sarah sat on Dodger’s lap since there wasn’t enough room for all nine of us to ride over there. I was sure she was thrilled. We went about two blocks over and stopped at a baseball field that was well maintained but looked like it wasn’t used often.
Camden spoke into my ear. “My parents bought this acreage when I was a kid because they wanted a place that they could take us to practice and not worry about us slamming any balls into the neighbor’s windows. They made it into a baseball field and opened it up to anybody that wanted to come use it. We still come out here after every family di
Unloading, we all stood near the fence that ran along the catcher’s position. “Alright time to choose teams.” Turner was taking charge. “I’ve got Mom, Dad, Keegan, and Macie. So Cam that leaves you with Wrigley, Dodger, and Sarah.”
“Sounds fair.” He nodded.
“Y’all can bat first. Macie, how’s your arm?”
“Honestly, I kind of suck at throwing balls.”
He smirked. “I’m sure you’re better playing with them.”
She laughed, but I heard Dodger growl. “Watch it asshole, or Wild Thing might peg you in the face with a fastball.”
“Alright, play nice boys, and Turner cut it out with the wisecracks,” Do
“Sorry Mom,” he said. “Okay since Macie can’t pitch, how about you Keegan, can you toss a ball? You don’t have to do anything crazy, just underhanded softball pitching.”
I had no idea whether I could or not, but I shrugged and said, “Sure, I can try.”
“Good girl,” he praised, which made me think about Camden saying the same thing to me in the bedroom. My face reddened, but thankfully nobody noticed. “Macie you go stand between second and third base. I’ll take the spot between first and second. Mom, you and Dad go in the outfield. Everyone good?”
We all nodded and went to our prospective positions. Everyone else was off to the side waiting for their turn to bat, while Sarah was up first. Dodger helped place her feet the correct way and put her hands on the bat where they should be. He nodded at me when she was ready. I stepped in a little closer to go easy on her. First toss, she swung and missed. We all clapped and told her to keep trying and to keep her eye on the ball. Her second swing she clipped the ball, but it was a strike. The next one I threw was way off its mark. She laughed at me, and it warmed me that she was having such a good time. Dodger stayed close to her and was coaching her when to swing. My fourth pitch, she swung and hit the ball. It went rolling on the ground, and Macie took off after it. Sarah ran to first base, and we all slowed down to let her get to the base. Dodger whooped and cheered for her. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a bigger smile on her face. Next up was Wrigley. He wound his arm around while holding the bat, warming up his arm.
“Don’t worry pretty girl, I won’t hit it too hard,” he taunted.
“I’m sure you don’t,” I dished. I heard Do
“Just hit the fucking ball asshole,” Camden yelled.
I tossed my first pitch, and he swung and missed. Granted it wasn’t the best throw, but I think Wrigley had pla
Camden was up next. When he walked up to the plate, his baseball cap shadowed his eyes, and I took my time to shake my shoulders out. When he brought his face up, and our eyes co