BPOV
Edward couldn't play for a couple weeks, which kind of pissed him off. "I hate this," he pouted on the bench in the dugout. "I wanna play."
I laughed. "Aw," I said, kissing his cheek. "Stop being a baby."
He laughed and pulled me closer to him. "I'm sorry," he said, "It just pisses me off that I can't play, it's like my life."
"Well," I said, "You're MY life and I want you to get better. So stop pouting."
He pulled away from me and kneeled down in front of me. "I'm sorry," he said, "It's just hard for me. You know you mean everything to me. I love you."
I was quiet. "What?" I asked.
He smiled. "I love you," he repeated.
I smiled and kissed him. "I love you too," I said.
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