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BPOV

I woke up Saturday morning to Sox rubbing his cold nose on my cheek. I guessed that meant he was tired of waiting for his breakfast.

"Come on, Sox. It's the weekend! Let me sleep just a little while longer," I mumbled to him as I rolled over and got a glimpse of the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was already past ten in the morning.

Geez, I never sleep this late. I hope Angela hasn't already been here. Surely I would have heard her pounding on the door, right? I thought as I got up and headed to the bathroom to have a "human moment", as I called it. I then made my way into the kitchen to feed Sox.

On my way back to my room I noticed the answering machine blinking. I walked over and checked the message, noticing it was from Angela.

"Hey, Bella, I'm not going to make it this morning. I got side-tracked with some last minute details for tomorrow's charity event and I forgot to come by. Why don't Ben and I just pick you up on our way to the game? We'll just get there a little early, around three-thirty, so we can make sure you have plenty of time to finish getting ready. I know you're probably rolling your eyes at me right now, but don't worry you'll love your shirt. Call me when you get this."

Sighing, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.

"Good morning, Bella. I'm so sorry I didn't make it by," she blurted out upon answering her phone.

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "Given the fact there's a sellout crowd it would probably make things a lot easier if we went together instead of taking two cars."

"Thanks for being so understanding," she replied.

"No problem, see ya at three-thirty." We then said our goodbyes and hung up.

Since I had some time to kill, I decided I would get some stuff done around the house before taking my shower and getting ready for the game tonight. I did a couple of loads of laundry and paid some bills online. After that I went back into my bedroom, made the bed and straightened up a bit. By then it was nearly two in the afternoon so I decided to go ahead and get in the shower. Once I finished washing my hair and body, I got out and dried off. I loved the smell of my strawberry scented shampoo.

I sometimes found it funny how I was still using the same strawberry scented shampoo from when I was a little girl. It always amazed me how people could spend so much money on designer shampoos when all I paid was about a buck a bottle. And despite all their added cost, their hair didn't look any better than mine.

My hair had always been one of my favorite things about myself. It hung in soft waves to the middle of my back and was a warm brown, mahogany color. The rest of me well…I was just plain and average. Light skin, dark eyes—just average old Bella. I wouldn't say I was ugly but there was certainly nothing special about my looks, at least not in my opinion.

Thinking back to my hair, I wondered if I wanted to leave it down or put it up in a ponytail. The weather could get quite warm here this time of year and with the summer humidity that St. Louis was known for, it might be more comfortable to have it up. I really wanted to flat iron it and leave it down so I ran back into the living room and quickly checked the weather online. Luckily the weather couldn't be more perfect this weekend. It would be warm tonight, in the mid to low 70's, but no humidity. This meant I could do what I wanted with my hair. It always seemed that when I flat ironed it, it made it feel silky and gave it some extra shine.

After drying and ironing my hair, I put just a touch of light makeup on. I felt that some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss would be enough. I didn't need any blush, that always came naturally and when I least expected or wanted it to.

When I noticed it was about time for Angela and Ben to get here, I put on my pair of dark washed skinny jeans, a white spaghetti strap cami top that had lace trim around the top and bottom, and my red low top canvas Converse shoes. It was pure luck they were red, which was the Cardinals team color and also my favorite color.

A few minutes later Angela and Ben were knocking on the door. I let them in and we talked for a few minutes about the award ceremony and what was to take place before Angela and I went back into my bedroom. I took the bag containing the Cardinals shirt she had gotten me. Judging by the fact that it had the team's logo on the bag, I was sure it had come from one of the many official team stores.

Looking in her direction, I said, "Ang, I hope you didn't spend a lot of money on anything silly like a jersey. You have to know it would be a waste since it would only get worn tonight before it got tossed into the back of my closet for forever."

It was no surprise that she and Ben were both dressed in a replica jersey of their favorite team player. With a smile Angela turned to me and said, "No, Bella, it's not a jersey. Just get it out of the bag. You will see it's cute, girly, and not that expensive. Plus it will look great on you."

"Look, Angela, I don't mean to sound ungrateful. It's just I know those things are expensive."

"You don't sound ungrateful. Now just take a look at it. If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it."

I opened the bag and took out the shirt. I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I did like it. "Thank you," I told her after I had seen the red spaghetti strapped top that had the St. Louis Cardinals birds on the bat logo on it. It was cute just like she'd said and I could layer it over the top I already had on.

"You're welcome and it's going to look great on you."

Glancing at myself in the mirror as I held the shirt up in front of me, I saw she was right. It wasn't just any plain screen printed shirt. The Cardinals logo on the shirt was done in sparkly rhinestones. After putting it on I noticed how the lace trim on the white cami showed just enough at the top and bottom and I was right, it looked great.

After thanking Angela again I was ready to leave. I grabbed my purse, keys, cellphone and a hair tie just in case I decided to pull my hair up after all, and the three of us left for the game.

EPOV

Last night's game had been great. We'd beaten the Cubs with ease. As much as I'd been torn about still playing, it felt great to be back out on the field and win. I was in the process of getting ready to head over to the stadium, wanting to get there early and take a few extra rounds of batting practice.

My timing had been off last night and I'd only gotten one hit the entire game. However at least that one hit had been a double that had driven in two runs. It was pretty normal for someone coming back after an injury to have a period of adjustment. It took time to get your bat swing and timing back. I was hoping with the extra hitting practice I would have a better game tonight. Newton was going to meet me there early to throw the extra rounds for me. Throwing on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and my running shoes, I got my keys, wallet and duffle bag before heading out the door to the garage.

Stepping into the garage, I opened the door to my silver Volvo. I loved this car and I'd had it for a while now. After tossing my bag into the back seat, I got in and pushed the button to open the automatic garage door. Once I'd started the car and had backed out of the garage, I pushed the button again to close the door.

While sitting there waiting for it to close, I found myself staring at my Aston Martin Vanquish, my special occasion car. It felt like it had been years since I had driven it. If the nice weather held, I decided that maybe I'd drive it tomorrow to the charity meet and greet at the hospital. Of course, one of the famous sayings I'd learned while living here in St. Louis was, "If you don't like the weather, stick around, it will change." It really was the truth.

Once I arrived at the stadium, I went straight to the locker room and put on my baseball pants and cleats. Leaving my t-shirt on, I pulled my practice jersey on over my head and made my way out onto the field.

When I got up on the field Newton was already there getting warmed up and ready to throw for me. I grabbed my batting gloves and bat out of the dugout and jogged over to him and said, "Hey, man, I really appreciate you doing this for me."

Mike replied, "No problem, dude. Just get some hits tonight so we can grind these guys into the ground."

I did some quick warm-up stretches before making my way over to home plate to bat. As I did Mike called out to me, "Cullen, don't let Black get under your skin. We all know he just wants your job. Besides, you know as well as I do that you're the best damn center-fielder this team has ever seen."

Nodding in agreement, I then took the opportunity to mess with him a bit, "Awe thanks, Newton. I didn't know you cared."

He knew I was just messing with him, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't attempt to return the favor at some point. I could picture him throwing a ball, mere inches from my head. After all, he was the one with the wicked curve ball.

Soon batting practice was over and I needed to head back down to the locker room to get my game jersey on and get ready for the game. People were all over the field by home plate setting up for the award ceremony that would take place before the game. My college buddy Ben Cheney and his wife Angela were being honored for their charitable work. I was to be the one to present it to them, along with a sizable check to help with future projects. What Ben didn't know was that I had arranged for him to be the one to throw out the first pitch of the game tonight. I actually hadn't been the one to think of it—Emmett had. Either way, I was sure Ben would be blown away by the surprise.

I quickly made my way back down to the locker room and got changed. I then went searching for Emmett and found him in the clubhouse slash game room that was next to the locker room. Didn't surprise me at all he was in there playing the PS3 gaming system. A lot of us guys would use it as a way to relax and unwind before and after a game.

"Emmett, we need to get out on the field for the pre-game ceremony," I said, wondering if he would ever stop being an overgrown kid.

"Ok, dude, let me turn this off." He shut the game down and we both headed out onto the field.

We were just coming out of the dugout when I heard someone yelling our names. Turning around, we saw it was our sister Alice. She was sitting in the second row seats right behind where Ben and Angela were supposed to be. On her left was Rose, Emmett's wife, and on her right was her husband Jasper. Even now, at the age of 28, she had more energy than a three-year-old loaded up on sugar. I sometimes wondered how Jasper kept up with her.

"Emmett, what the hell is Rosalie doing here? She's ready to pop that baby out any second, isn't she?" I asked.

Emmett started laughing at my surprised reaction to seeing his extremely pregnant wife at the game. "Yeah she is, but she said that since there was no way I could stay at home with her because of the game, she was coming to the game. She seems to think that this way if she went into labor at least we would be in the same place and could get to the hospital together."

I laughed so hard I snorted. "Only your wife would come up with something like that." Scary thing was it actually made sense.

I was just about to turn around when I noticed a beautiful brunette sitting right next to the two seats for Ben and Angela.

"Hey, Emmett," I said bumping him with my elbow to get his attention.

"What do you want now, Edward?" he huffed pretending to be annoyed.

"Do you know how many tickets were given to Ben?"

Pausing to think for a moment he then replied, "Umm... I don't know. I think they normally get 2. Why?"

I couldn't answer; all I could do was stare which caused Emmett to turn around to see why. I guess he followed my line of vision and saw what, or should I say who, I was staring at.

Waving his hand in front of my face to break my line of sight, Emmett asked, "Who are you are staring at, Eddie?"

"Damn it, Emmett! I told you I hate that name. I don't know who she is or I wouldn't have asked you," I growled at him. "All I know is that she's gorgeous and she's sitting right next to Ben and Angela. Do you think they know her?"

"I don't know, Edward," he said emphasizing my full name, since I had just complained about the nickname he'd called me. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see if you can get the chance to ask Ben or Angela."

"Maybe," I said shrugging my shoulders. "It probably doesn't matter."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well even if they do know her, someone that beautiful couldn't possibly be alone, or at the very least unattached."

Our conversation was ended when Emmett and I were waved over to home plate for the start of the ceremony.

Once it was over, everyone was rushed off the field as it had gone longer than planned. I was slightly disappointed I had never gotten the chance to ask either Ben or Angela about the pretty brunette. From what I could tell, she hadn't seen me anyways. She had been busy with fiddling with what looked like a Blackberry or something. I'd have to settle for trying to catch up with them tomorrow at the charity meet and greet.

Jogging across the field, I made my way back to the dugout for the announcement of the starting lineup and the National Anthem.

BPOV

As I sat in my seat waiting for Ben and Angela to get back, I took in the people all around me. Right behind me there was a petite woman with short, dark, spiky hair. I couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. On one side of her was the most gorgeous blond woman I had ever seen. She reminded me of a model in one of those popular fashion magazines despite the fact she was obviously very pregnant. On the other side of the petite pixie woman, sat a handsome man with wavy honey-blonde hair. The three of them appeared to be together or at least knew each other as they were all engaged in a conversation.

Once Ben and Angela had finally made it back to our seats I couldn't help express how excited I was for them. "Oh my God, you guys. That was so cool. You should be so proud of yourselves."

Angela responded as she sat down and turned to face me, "Bella, you know that you work just as hard as we do. Our jobs are just more in the public eye than yours. You know darn well that you could have gone down on that field with us today." She had tried the whole way here to talk me into going on the field with them. I had reminded her that she knew how I hated to be in the spotlight and there was no way I was going down there. Not if my life depended on it.

We continued to chat and a short time later the starting lineup was announced. The players were all lined up on the first base side for us, the St. Louis Cardinals, and on the third base side for them, the Chicago Cubs. The announcer was welcoming various special groups to the game and the National Anthem was about to start. That was when I noticed two of our players had the same last name on their jerseys. The first one was big and muscled like a serious weight-lifter, with short dark curly hair. He was wearing the number 9 on his jersey.

The next one was less bulky but still had nice muscle tone and build. He had this strange bronze-like, messy hair. I only knew this since all the players had removed their hats for the singing of the National Anthem. Dare I also say his ass looked mighty fine in those tight baseball pants. I suddenly felt myself start to blush with that thought and I then noticed that he was wearing the number 17 on his jersey. I found it interesting as I again noticed they both had the same last name.

Angela must have seen me staring. "Bella, what's got you all worked up and blushing?" she asked while glancing back and forth between me and the field. I was pretty sure she was trying to figure out what I was looking at.

I turned to her and pointed in the direction of the two players and asked her, "Who are they?"

"The Cullens," was all she said.

"What do you mean 'The Cullens'? Are they related or something?" I asked, looking back in their direction.

"Yes, actually. They're brothers."

Wow, I thought. "I guess it must be great to get to play on the same team as your brother," I told her.

"Yeah, I think they enjoy it. The one wearing number seventeen is Edward. He's actually an old college buddy of Ben's."

Ah, so that must be the baseball player that is always doing loads of charity functions for them.

"The big one next to him his Emmett, Edward's younger brother." That was the last thing she said about them. We were then unable to continue the conversation because the National anthem had started to play.

Just as we were about to sit down after the song was done, the players were coming over to the dugout to get their gloves in order to head out to their positions on the field. It was in that moment, I could have killed Angela. Edward was just about to go down the steps into the dugout when Angela yelled Edward's name. As soon as she yelled it, she sat down and he looked up to find me the only one still standing there, as if I had been the one to shout his name. I was frozen with embarrassment and could feel myself blushing profusely.

But what happened next shocked me even more. Edward looked right up at me, flashed this sexy crooked smile that would make any girl's panties drop, and waved at me. It was so dazzling, I felt light-headed and I thought for a minute I might faint.

What the hell is wrong with me? Who swoons over a smile?

I sat down and was immediately aware of the petite dark haired woman behind me calling Angela's name.

Angela turned around when she heard her calling her name. "Oh my God, Alice, I didn't even see you sitting there. How are you? What have you been up to? It's been so long since we last talked."

I had never heard Angela blurt out so many questions all at once before.

The woman, whose name I now knew was Alice, cheerily answered her saying, "I'm great. How about you?"

Angela told her that she and Ben were both doing great and went on to tell them how they were trying for their first baby. Next thing I knew, Alice was asking Angela who her little friend was that had caught her brother's attention a few minutes ago.

Embarrassed that she hadn't thought to introduce me, Angela gasped, "Oh, I'm sorry! I should have introduced you guys. Alice Whitlock, this is Bella Swan."

I went to reach out to shake her hand and was quite surprised when instead she pulled me in to a tight hug. For someone so small, she could sure put some power into her hugs.

It was easy to see she was a very friendly person. When Alice congratulated Angela on the award she and Ben had received, Angela then told Alice that I was their Public Relations assistant and assistant project coordinator, and that they would never have been able to accomplish all that they had without me, which only served to make me blush again.

Alice then introduced the blond man next to her as her husband Jasper, and the goddess-like blond woman as Jasper's cousin and Emmett's wife, Rosalie. They all seemed wonderfully nice.

They must have a really close family, I thought.

The game finally started and as I sat there, I started to look around and notice just how amazing the stadium was. From where we were sitting, you could see everything except for what was directly behind us. If you looked across the stadium through the outfield, you saw it was open and there was a beautiful view of the downtown St. Louis skyline as well as the Arch.

By the end of the top of the third inning, we were winning three runs to the Cubs' two. I could have sworn when the players were coming off of the field into the dugout that I saw "Mr. Tight-pants", Edward Cullen, look up at me and wink.

I kept telling myself in my head that I must have imagined it. Maybe it was time to get my eyes checked, there was no way that baseball god was winking at me.

I noticed Edward was batting first this time around. He stood at the plate and got ready for the pitch. First pitch was a ball. Next pitch came and was called a strike by the home plate umpire. Now I by no means knew much about the strike zone, but that pitch seemed low to even me. Edward must not have liked the call either because he backed away from the plate for a minute and glared at the umpire.

However if the umpire's call ticked him off it was a good thing because when the next pitch came over the plate he smacked the crap out of it. The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoed throughout the stadium.

He was running the bases and had to stop at second for a double. Damn, he was fast. He might have made it to third if the outfielder had been just a step or two further away from the ball.

As the night went on, I started to get a little restless. I had never spent so much time paying attention to a sporting event in all my life. The Cardinals were still winning three to two at the end of the fifth inning. Time was starting to really drag by. Feeling as though I couldn't help myself, I got out my Blackberry and started to play with it, checking my emails and such.

I knew our side had been batting, but that was about it. I wasn't really paying much attention to the game at this point, I just wanted it to be over so I could go home. Suddenly there was a lot of screaming and people yelling for everyone to look out. I tried to follow the commotion and move but just as I stood up something hard hit me in the head. I fell back and felt my head smash against the bleacher behind me. Then everything went black.

EPOV

I was standing at the plate adjusting my grip on the bat and preparing for the next pitch. It was the bottom of the sixth inning and we were on top three to two. The score hadn't changed since the third inning. Both pitchers were doing their jobs and neither team was getting much to hit at all. I was a bit frustrated over some of the calls the umpire had made tonight in regards to balls and strikes. Sometimes it felt like we were seeing two different strike zones.

The next pitch came and I fouled it off into the crowd behind the dugout. Before the pitcher could wind up and throw the next pitch, there was a big commotion over in the area behind the dugout. I figured it was probably a bunch of drunken idiots fighting over the damn ball. It was sometimes the case when the Cubs and the Cardinals fans had a few too many beers and got to bashing each other's teams.

Out of nowhere the umpires were stopping the game. I was shocked and wondering what the hell was going on. Turning my head in that direction, I saw the stadium's medical response team moving as fast as they could through the seats to that same area. Emmett went running over there as well, but I couldn't see where he had disappeared to.

That's when it occurred to me that Rose was in that area. Shit! Did Rosalie go into labor? I thought. Emmett had said it would be his luck that she would go tonight and he would miss the rest of the series against the Cubs.

I saw Emmett standing there and I could see him shaking his head. He eventually came back down to the field. "Dude, your foul ball hit someone and they're out cold," he explained.

"Oh shit. Fuck," I said, muttering a few cuss words to myself.

I knew it wasn't my fault or that there was anything I could have done to prevent the ball from hitting that person. While it didn't happen often, it was all part of the game. But even so, as I watched what was going on over in the stands, I couldn't help feeling responsible on some level. It had been my bat the ball had been hit off of.

"Shit," I turned to Emmett and said. "I thought Rose had gone into labor."

"I know, bro, me too. Coach tried to keep me in the dugout, but I told him that my due-to-pop-any-minute pregnant wife was sitting right in that area and I needed to make sure she was ok, so he let me go."

"Thank god she didn't go into labor. I don't think she would've liked that. It's not Jasper or Alice is it?" I asked, pretty sure it wasn't but still wanting to be certain.

"No. That was the first thing I checked after making sure it wasn't Rose."

"Could you see who it was?" I asked curiously.

"No, there were too many people around, not to mention the medics. When I saw Rose, Alice and Jasper standing to the side, they mouthed they were fine. Then Alice, being the know it all she is, shrugged her shoulders as if she knew I was going to ask who it was next," Emmett said as he laughed.

Our sister had a way of seeing into the future and could tell what we were going to do next. She called it "knowing her brothers"—we called it "being nosy".

"Damn I wonder if it was Angela or Ben," I said nervously.

"Nah, dude, I saw them on the other side sitting down. I think it was just a random person."

The umpires were then ordering everyone off the field to allow the ambulance to come onto it so they could get the person out of here as quickly as possible. Apparently he or she was still out cold. I hoped whoever it was would be okay. What a night this had turned out to be!


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