Seriously? Not a single review so far?! Even a simple "it's ok." would have been nice.
Anyway, about the story:

I felt like Fallout 4's Pre-War prologue was waay too short. I mean, unlike Fallout 3's, you don't get to know your neighbours or experience the Pre-War world, which makes it a bit hard to feel sad when it's blown up. So I tried to rectify this.

Hope I did a good job of it and, since I don't know jack about baseball, I didn't describe anything.

"Honey, I'm leaving for a few hours. I'm having a drink with the guys at Joseph's." Alex said, leaning into Abigail's ear and kissing her neck.
"When do you think you'll come back?"
"I think we'll be watching the game tonight, so probably not until three hours. You won't have any problem?" he asks, a look of worry on his face as he looks at her pregnant form.
"Don't worry, I've got Codsworth to help me take care of the house, remember? And if anything goes wrong, he can call the hospital."
"True. Thank God we brought it."
"Yes. You're eating with your friends?"
"No. Just a few pints and I'll be back by the end of the game."
"Good. Dinner will be rice stuffed peppers."
Alex could not resist groaning.
"No offense against your rice peppers, Aby, but even with the low food supplies, you'd think a chicken wouldn't be too much to ask for." he mumbled.
"Blame Mr. Hudson for that. He didn't have any when I went to the market yesterday."
"I know, I know. Anyway, I'm off. See you in a few hours."
"Have fun!" she shouted as the door closed.

As he walked toward the bar, Alex recognized the haircut of the man a few meters away from him and ran up to him.
"Frank!" he shouted, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hi Alex! You're going to Joseph's?"
"Where else? So, who do you think is going to win tonight?"
"I'm keeping my opinion to myself until the bets have been taken."
"Come on, you're not going to tell anything to your old friend?" They had fought together on the front at Anchorage and considered themselves brothers in all but blood after this.
"Not until the betting pool is closed."
"Even after all we've been through?"
"Our friendship is nothing compared to the appeal of money." jokingly answered Frank.
"You wound me. Anyway, how's the new job going?"
"Quite nicely. In fact,..." Frank stopped as they opened the bar's door.
"Hello guys! You're a bit early, match won't start until ten or fifteen minutes." greeted Joseph, currently filling a pint with beer.

Like more than half of the men in the bar, Joseph was a retired soldier. Unlike almost all of them, he had been retired after a mine took his left leg up to mid-tight and he had been deemed unfit for combat. Since he had often expressed the desire to open a bar after his service, the pension given to him for the loss of his leg had come at the right moment for him to do so.

"So, what is it going to be?" he asked, right hand sliding toward the glasses.
"One glass of water for me, like usual." Frank had began drinking after returning from the front and had recently tried to kick off the habit. While most of his friends, even Joseph, had tried telling him that going to a bar to drink water while his friends would drink beer would only tempt him, he had answered that it was a better alternative than staying at home alone.
Nevertheless, once every week, their group would meet somewhere else, like at the bowling (Jason beat them everytime but they were slowly improving).
"Right. And you, Alex?"
"A Nuka for now."
"Coming."

The only sounds heard for a few seconds were the TV and Joseph filling the glasses and fetching the bottle of Nuka Cola.
"Here. That'll be 20 dollars."
"Let me." said Frank as Alex moved toward his wallet.
"Girgori!" shouted Joseph, "How comes your wife isn't here?"
Grigori had lost an eye to a chinese during the war. Settling down hadn't been easy for him and he had been reduced to begging for a few weeks until he had managed to find a job as a mechanic in a garage in the neighbourhood.
For the past few days, Sigourney, Grigori's wife, had expressed an interest in seeing what her husband was doing with his friend. She had seemed to like hanging out with them.
"She ain't coming. Says we guys are too obsessed with baseball and guns for her liking."
"That's why I'll never marry." interjected Joseph, "women never get what we're like. They're always talking about boring stuff."
"Not all of them." reacted Alex,"Some of them are quite nice. Some even like weird stu..."
"STOP! I don't want you to talk about it. I don't even want to THINK about it!" shouted Frank.
Alex winced.
It had happened months ago. he and Aby had been in the park a night when they had fulfilled one of Alex's fantasies. The one about fucking in a public place. It had been a little after midnight and so they tought that nobody would see them. Unfortunately, as Frank made painfully clear the following day, he had been on a midnight stroll, having drank too much, and had seen them. At least he had the decency to not interrupt them, but still...
"There are things I do not want to see man. My brother fucking his wife, for one." he had said.
The game was starting.

Two hours and half later, Alex and Frank were walking down the street to their respective houses, Alex humming a song he particularly liked.
"Streets are aflames, it's a mad game, makes you stop and stare,..."
"I know you liked that song, but could you please not sing it everytime? I don't want it stuck in my head." asked Frank.
"Need an assist? You can't resist, we'll make quite a pair." continued Alex, a grin on his face.
"I get it, I get it. Now stop. You know, I was thinking of buying a car."
"Where did you get the money?"
"Not telling yet. Anyway," they were in front of Frank's house.," see you Sunday."
"See you."

"Aby! I'm home! Mmmm. Smells good."
"Hm? Oh, you're early." Abigail said, lifting her head from her law book. Alex had tried to read it once. Fell asleep ten minutes in.
"Game was shorter than expected."
"You know, I passed in front of the park on my way home and, you know... I really liked what we..."
"No. I'm not doing that again for a long time. Plus now it's my turn to suggest something."
"And what?" he asked, cupping her cheek and kissing her.
"Hmm. I'll tell you after eating. Maybe we'll try it tonight, even."
The rice peppers seemd more appealing than ever.

Also, can you guess where are the names from? All but one of them should be simple enough.