MVP by Laramie Briscoe

Author:Laramie Briscoe [Briscoe, Laramie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laramie Briscoe Books
Published: 2018-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

M: You played a great game! Four homers in four games, slugger. You’ve got a streak going.

The smile on my face as I have a seat on the bus is huge. There was no way I expected her to stay awake and watch the game, much less send me a text this late. But I’m beginning to understand what JD was talking about. It means a lot to have someone back home paying attention to what’s going on. Being there for you at the end of the day.

S: Thanks! There’s a record for most consecutive homers in consecutive games. I think it’s eight, so I’m pretty far away.

M: Bullshit, you’re half-way there.

S: Don’t get excited, not just yet. The better question is, why are you awake? It’s got to be around two a.m. there.

M: I wanted to make sure you were good after the game. Plus, it’s lonely and I’m not sure how I’ll be able to sleep in the bed without you.

S: Same, Mal, same. I’m tired as fuck, but I have no idea how I’m going to handle it when I get into bed and you aren’t there beside me.

M: You’ll be home soon though, right?

S: Six sleeps.

M: Look at you being all damn romantic.

S: That’s me baby, romantic as fuck.

The bus is coming to a stop and turning into what I recognize to be our hotel for the night. As soon as I get upstairs, all I want to do is take a shower and fall into bed.

S: We’re at the hotel. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?

M: Yes! Please FaceTime me again. Love you! I hope you sleep well!

S: You too…love you and see you soon!

As we’re disembarking, I put my phone in my pocket and follow my teammates off the bus. There are a few fans; I take a moment to pose for pictures, sign a few autographs, and then duck inside.

The ride up on the elevator is quiet, because all of us are so tired. As I get to my room I wave at JD and Jax, before letting myself in. There’s a routine I have every time I come back into a hotel room on the road, and that’s to check the room over. One time, my rookie year, I came back from one our games and some woman had snuck into my room and was naked in my closet. Since then, I’ve always checked.

It takes a few minutes, but when I’m sure I’m alone, I throw my bag down and go start a hot shower. It doesn’t matter that I’ve already taken one at the stadium. After the game I like to soak.

My body doesn’t react as well as it used to after playing, and enjoying a nice long shower is one of the ways I manage to wake up the next morning and not be stiff. Reaching in, I turn the shower on and wait for the water to start.

Once there’s enough steam in the room that it’s hard to see, I climb in and let the temperature do its magic.

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