IMPORTANT: This version is edited (although this chapter isn't too different). If you want the dirtier version, the same story is posted on fictionpad unedited. I'd recommend hoping on over there if you're interested in filthier fun times between these two.
"Moments. All gathering towards this one."
― Jenny Downham
Hit for the Cycle / Chapter 3: Homerun
Two years later…
Two years later, and I still wasn't very intelligent about baseball. It was alright, Edward enjoyed explaining everything to me from his point of view. Yes, Edward, the very man I met at a baseball game. The very man who made a horrible baseball metaphor after we slept together for the first time. I suppose I should've known I loved him when I didn't kick him out of bed because of that joke.
Thankfully, the baseball metaphors ceased…for the most part. Every now and then he'd say one just to be a smartass, but I loved his smartass. My assumption that there was something besides the sexual tension between us was correct. The morning after that night, Edward made me an amazing breakfast in bed. That told me that Edward was in too. Unfortunately, Edward had to head into work so he dropped me off at my apartment, but not without another steaming kiss and promises to call me that night.
Things escalated quickly from there. We did the whole dating step, but within six months, I was moving into Edward's apartment. Everything just felt right between us. We fought like normal couples and that generally led to makeup sex with Edward's full-fledged dirty side coming out so sometimes I did things just to piss him off.
But here we were, back at a Mariners game in a suite. Esme and Carlisle, Edward's parents, were hosting a little party for Edward for getting a promotion at work. Why they decided to do it at a Mariners game was strange, but I just figured it was because Edward didn't get the chance to go to them that often.
Edward and I were chatting quietly that I failed to realize that everyone else was sitting in the authentic, albeit cushioned, baseball seats to watch the game.
"Edward, why don't we join everyone else?" I mentioned, motioning my head to the entry to the stadium.
"Alright, Bella," he agreed.
He rose from his seat, offering his hand to me to help me up like the gentleman he was. We took a few steps away from the couch only to stop again. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he dropped to one knee. I gasped, bringing my free hand to my mouth.
"Isabella Marie Swan, it was in this very stadium that I met you. From the conversations we all had that night, it seemed you were looking for a quick relief. Eventually, we did round the bases like I promised you we would. You've put up with my shitty sexual baseball metaphors and my ass this long to find out we both love each other. I'd be honored if I'd be able to hit that grand slam with you. Will you marry me, Isabella?" He revealed a beautiful cushion cut diamond ring with two smaller round diamonds flanking both sides. The band itself was white gold and had a floral design with even smaller diamonds lining the sides. It was beautiful, but not overly flashy.
"Yes," I cried out. I never imagined how I'd get engaged, but I never would've guessed it would be at a baseball game. However, this was perfect. It was how we met, and our friends and family were just a few yards away.
Edward rose from his knee and gently took my face in his hands to kiss me. It was the beginning of the next chapter of our lives together. Our first kiss in his car was raw and needy, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. We were older, but we were the same.
Edward slid the ring on my left ring finger. It was only on there for a few seconds, but I never wanted to take it off. Seeing the smile on Edward's face when it was in its rightful place was priceless. He brought his lips down to my ring, kissing it.
"I love you so much, Bella."
"I love you, too, Edward."
"Nooooo!" Rose screeched from the seats, popping Edward and I's little bubble. "You fucking asshat! Are you so incompetent that you walk in the winning run? What the fucking hell?"
That wasn't what I expecting to hear moments after my engagement to the man I met at a Mariners game. I buried my face in Edward's chest, laughing about Rose's outburst. I was alright with it though. In fact, it seemed almost fitting thinking back to that six-hour baseball game. If Rose hadn't drug me to that game two years ago, I wouldn't have met Edward. If Emmett hadn't gotten sick, Rose wouldn't have done that. And if Alex Rodriguez hadn't bobbled that routine play ball to bring in the tying run, I wouldn't have gotten to spend an extra three hours with Edward. We both owed Rose, Emmett, and the Yankees everything.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have picked a Seattle and New York game to propose to you."
I put my fingers to his lips to shush him. "Relax, it's perfect. We owe Rosalie and Emmett for inadvertently introducing us," I pointed out. "Why don't we bring them back in to celebrate?"
Rosalie continued to curse the Yankees after congratulating us. Everybody congratulated us on our engagement once Edward ushered them back in. Thinking about it, Edward wrangled together this whole façade of a time for all of us just to hang out only to turn it into an engagement party. His parents claimed to arrange this whole party for Edward, but Edward arranged it all for us. The effort that he put into this made my heart flutter for him.
"I guess you didn't need any of my friends' numbers after all, Little Miss's Friend. Turns out you just needed this ass all along," Garrett joked, giving me a hug. "I'm truly happy you found what you were looking for in Edward, Bella."
"Thank you, Garrett," I smiled. Garrett wasn't in our immediate circle of friends, but we did see him at least once a month so he'd been following Edward and I's relationship.
"Who's ready for the party?" Emmett hollered. The next thing I knew, a loud pop echoed in the room along with a gushing sound. A cold liquid hit me in the face, surprising me. Edward met the same fate as me. By the time Emmett was done, we were both dripping with champagne.
"Emmett, I told you to not spray us!" Edward chided. "We're soaking wet now, man!"
"Oh, come on! You're newly engaged! I think you two can think of something to do with the champagne," he winked, walking away to find Rose.
For a few moments, Edward and I just examined each other. Champagne was dripping off our faces onto the floor and our clothes. In a way, I guess you could say Emmett baptized us into the next chapter of our lives together.
"Too bad this is the wrong kind of drink I wanted spilled on me tonight," Edward said with a smirk, mimicking what he said that night after I spilled my beer on the back of him.
I rolled my eyes with a smile in response. Some things would never change with this man. "I can promise you, babe, that I can provide with something that's juicy and wet with a tangy taste that only I can provide. How does that sound?"
He groaned, throwing his head back and showing me the delicious muscles in his neck. "Bella, you can't say those kinds of things in public to me!"
"I do believe you started this little game all those years ago. Started talking all dirty to me in the stands, getting me all riled up. Really, my dirty mouth has come from you, Cub," I winked, walking away from him. It was only moments later that I felt him pull me back against his hard body.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Mouse. When we get home tonight, I'll show you what dirty really is," he growled. Hearing those words come from his mouth made me lick my lips in anticipation and rub my legs together to ease the throbbing.
"And there's the man I fell in love with that first night."
We enjoyed playing our games with each other, but we were all in. And if Edward had anything to do with it, we'd be coming to many more Mariners game and hitting a lot more balls outta the park.
*Hit for the Cycle*
Updated: May 11, 2019
And there you have it! Just a little wrap-up of these two. This story is now considered completed.
I am not promising outtakes, but I do have a few in mind just to explore these two a bit and have more bad baseball metaphors after sex lol! Nothing serious, but just some fun if I get around to writing them. If you have any suggestions, drop them in a review.
I am in the process of prewriting a story so give me a follow or a bookmark, whatever your preferred method is, if you're interested. Thanks for joining these two on their baseball influenced journey and I hope to see you through the screen soon.
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