Hello, everyone! If you are here from my recently completed story, Impractical Magic, then I regret to tell you that this is not the sequel to that story. As it turns out, writing a sequel is much harder than I had anticipated and it is taking a bit longer than usual.
I do hope you enjoy this story. It is something that I have been wanting to do for a while, so here it is. This first chapter is just an intro to the story, set further in the future than where the story begins. I hope you enjoy this story and don't forget to comment and follow this story as I update it! Comments do encourage me to write more! :)
"Keep it tight, Em," her head coach screamed from the dugout, the older woman's clipboard clutched in her hands. She felt the sweat drip down her forehead and roll down her cheek, forcing her to wipe it away with the back of her hand.
The visor that was fastened around her head did little to block the sweat rolling down her forehead. It came pouring out of her almost in waves under the hot sun of May. It was at least eighty-five degrees outside and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, allowing the sun to beat down on us mercilessly.
She slammed the yellow ball into the pocket of her glove and put her feet on the mound where she always had: one on each corner. The dirt in front of her had a jagged canyon going through it from her foot, and the thought made her smile.
She twisted the ball in her glove and took a deep breath in and let it go slowly, knowing that her whole future career rested on this very pitch. She closed my eyes, took another quick breath and went to face the batter that was a good fifty pounds heavier than her. A smirk broke off across her face.
She found the grips of the ball and found the pattern that her fingers were most familiar with and gripped it the way she needed to. In one quick movement she was leaning forward, her arm was swinging behind her and the ball was flying from her hand as she pitched the ball straight to the catcher's mitt.
Every pitch she had thrown across the plate so far had been in the mid-sixties, which was exceptional for someone of her age, but she knew this pitch couldn't be any faster than forty-five.
It was almost as everything was in slow motion. The ball hadn't even crossed the plate yet and the girl had already swung her bat and was making her way to the chalk and red dirt below her. The crowd erupted into cheers, the parents standing and cheering, along with grandparents, old coaches, new coaches, and friends.
Her coaches were screaming from the sidelines, but she only heard one of them. Mills was sprinting her way over to Emma, beating every player and every other coach over to her.
In an instant everything was going too fast. She was being lifted up into the air and Regina's strong arms were wrapped around her. So many people were swarmed around the blonde, adding onto the heat of the already sweltering day, but the only heat she could focus on was the wave emitting from the woman's body that was holding her.
What a way to end a season, she thought to herself as she finally wrapped her arms around her a reveled in the moment. .