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Tobias grabs his crutches and we usher AJ to the car. "Buckle yourself up, bud," I order, hopping in the driver's seat.

"You ready, little man?" Tobias asks, turning around in his seat to look at AJ.

"I guess," AJ replies.

"Then let's do this," Tobias says.

"Hi, Andrew," a receptionist says to AJ, smiling and offering a hand. "How old are you?"

"Five," he replies, clinging to my hand. "And my name is AJ," he adds.

"Well, okay then, AJ," he says. "Are you ready to meet Mr. Levison? He's the principal."

AJ nods and reaches out for Tobias' hand, too. "How old are you?"

Tobias chokes slightly beside me and I nudge his ribs with my free hand. He releases AJ's hand so he can use the crutches better and AJ looks up at the receptionist.

"Bud, that's not a question you should ask people," I say.

"He asked me," AJ points out.

"AJ," Tobias says. "Apologize to Mr. Samuels."

"Sorry," AJ mumbles.

"It's okay, AJ. Well, we're here." He knocks on the door. "Mr. Levison, I have the Eaton-Priors here."

"Thank you, Mark. Send them in, please."

He opens the door and motions for us to go inside. "See you later, AJ."

There are two big chairs and a little one between them. I sit in one of the big ones and AJ sits on my lap. Tobias leans his crutches on the chair and sits, awkwardly propping one leg up on the other.

"Hello, Andrew," Mr. Levison says, offering a hand to AJ. He reluctantly takes it. The principal shakes Tobias' and my hands as well. "My name is Mr. Levison. I take it you want Andrew to be a part of the incoming kindergarten, right?"

I nod. "Yes. He can already do some basic reading and counting, and he's fluent in Spanish."

He nods and opens a file. "Yes, I know, Ms. Prior. I'm more interested in what Andrew can offer to our community."

Tobias leans forward slightly. "AJ, why don't you tell Mr. Levison why you want to go to Collegiate?"

AJ looks at Tobias. "I want to go because Tristan's probably gonna go."

I choke back a laugh. "AJ, why else, buddy?"

"I don't know, because it seems like a cool school?" he guesses.

I chuckle aloud this time. Fortunately, so does Mr. Levison. "Okay, Andrew. Would you rather me call you AJ?"

AJ nods. "My mom only calls me Andrew when she's mad." Tobias shifts again in his chair. I reach over and take his hand. AJ glances up at us and adds, "My dad never really calls me Andrew."

"Okay then, AJ. Why don't you go outside and hang out with Mark while I talk to your parents?"

Mark comes back in and offers AJ a hand. "I have juice boxes," he says.

AJ glances at Tobias, who nods, and then slips out the door with Mark.

"So how do you think it went?" Tobias asks. AJ is playing on Tobias' phone in the backseat.

I shrug and pull out. "You never really know."

Tobias reaches over and rubs my back. "Tris -"

"I'm fine, Tobias."

At the next light, he leans over and kisses my head. "I know you're stressed about this. It's okay. And don't forget, we have Tristan today, and you have to go to practice." He gives me a light, quick kiss. "I'll watch the boys today."

I lean on the bullpen fence next to Uriah, who shoves me lightly. I shove him back and he hugs me. "Haven't been seeing much of you recently," he comments.

"Yeah, Four and I've been busy with AJ and my parents." I shake my head. "I'm going up to stay with my dad for a few weeks and do some training with him in September."

Uriah puts an arm around me. "Well, maybe you and Four can have Rob and I over for dinner again."

I chuckle. "Why don't you just ask him out, Uri?"

"I have," he replies. "I just wanna see you guys, and I think that'd be fun."

Tobias limps up to the railing, too, and kisses my head. "The boys are entertained," he says.

"Uri and I were just talking about having him and Rob over for dinner," I comment. "This might be a good time to…you know…tell everyone. We could have a barbeque or something."

Uriah looks at us, frowning suspiciously. "What happened?"

Tobias chuckles and kisses my cheek. "Have fun, love." Then, grinning and shaking his head, he retreats to the bench to sit with the boys.

"Fucking coward," I mutter, turning back to the game.

Max comes to stand next to me. "I'm taking Zeke out after this inning. Put some ice on his shoulder, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Max shakes his head at me. "How is Four's leg? Will he be playing any time soon?"

I shake my head slowly. "From what I've seen, sir, Four won't be playing anything more than video games for a few more weeks."

Max curses under his breath. "We need him. Damn good pitcher and catcher."

I pat his shoulder. "Next season, sir. Next season."

He walks off, shaking his head.

Uriah grabs my arm. "What the hell happened with you and Four?"

Grinning shyly, I reach into my pocket and give him a glimpse of the ring. Uriah grins and hugs me. "Tris, this is amazing!"

I bite my lip and nod. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"Tris, what's wrong?"

"I just…" I grimace. "I love To-Four. I really do. It's just…something about this really scares me."

"Have you guys talked about it?" Uriah turns to face me more.

I nod. "We're giving me…time."

He nods back, turning to face the game once more. "That's good."

"Yeah," I agree.

He doesn't turn to face me, instead keeping his dark eyes focused on the field. "Have you guys talked about why you need time?"

"He could never understand," I reply.

"Why not?"

I frown and look down. "I feel like he wants so much to be loved that he'll commit to me too quickly and then realize he's making a mistake. I don't want AJ and I to be a mistake."

"That doesn't tell me all of why you don't want to do this with him," Uriah reminds me.

I grimace and watch as the first baseman misses a catch that would've gotten an out. "I'm scared he'll leave," I finally say.

"You're practically leaving him," Uri says.

I scowl. "That's not fair, Uriah."

He shrugs. "Maybe you're right."

I sigh. "This may make me think, but I don't think it'll change anything significantly."

"The first step to change is knowledge," he quips.

"I'm going to smack you someday," I threaten, shoving him lightly.

He wraps an arm around me and grins. "Looks like the inning's nearly over. You should get ready to get some ice on Zeke."

I nod and move to where he'll come in as the second baseman gets the third out. "How are you feeling, Zeke?" I ask, fingers already probing his shoulder.

"Just a little sore," he replies. "Nothing serious."

I lead him in to my game treatment room and allow him to unbutton enough of his jersey to expose his shoulder. I slide his wife beater down, too, so I can feel his shoulder better. "Where was it sore during the game?"

He points to the place where his bicep attaches to the ligament. "And only a little," he adds.

I shake my head. "You tough guys," I scold. "Anyway, I'm just going to put some ice on your shoulder for now, but I want to start heating it before games and practices and icing it afterwards."

He nods. "Can I go watch the game?"

"Hang on," I say. I help get his jersey back up and then I tape a bag of ice on. "You're good to go," I tell him. "Tell me if anything hurts worse."

"Will do," he replies, but he doesn't move yet.

"What's up?" I ask, putting the tape away.

"What were you telling Uri?" he asks.

"C'mon, Zeke. Don't you pay attention to the game?" I ask.

He nods. "Of course. But I noticed. And you two looked serious."

"Four and I are…" I swallow. "We're engaged. I'm…getting adjusted. That's it." I pull him off the table and give him a slight push.

"I get the message," he says, grinning. "But first, I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted when you and Four had your, um, first engagement try. I was awful to you."

I hug him. "It's fine, Zeke. I get it. Now go."

He grins sheepishly and shifts the ice pack, leaving. "See you, Tris." The door swings shut and I log Zeke's visit in.

The door swings open again. "Do you need something else, Zeke?" I ask.

Someone starts gently kissing my neck. "I love you, Tris."

I cup Tobias' head in a hand. "You scared me for a second there, Tobes."

I feel his laughter rumble through his lips to my neck. "Sorry. Just saw Zeke coming out and thought I'd say hi."

I nod and sit back on the table. He comes to stand between my legs. "Tobias…do you ever think about what you would do if you weren't, you know, a baseball player?"

He shrugs and kisses the end of my nose. "Not really. What do you want to do?"

I chew on my lip. "I've been thinking about becoming a doctor."

Tobias stares at me for a few seconds. "That sounds amazing, Tris, but…you've never mentioned that before today. I knew you like treating people, but…wow."

I look down. "So you don't like the idea?"

"No!" He takes my hands. "I love the idea. I just was surprised."

I chew on my lip again. "I'd have to study and apply to some med schools," I say. "It might be best to wait until AJ's settled in and we're sure you won't be traded or anything."

He presses his lips to mine softly and pushes me back into the plaster wall, climbing up onto the bench with me. "Whatever you think is best," he says, pulling me up onto his lap to straddle him.

I meet his perfectly blue eyes and nod, dropping my head to his shoulder. "I'm tired," I say.

"Me too," he replies. "But we have to keep going. C'mon, Tris, get up. Let's go."

I sigh and stand. "I have to finish logging Zeke's visit in, Tobes."

He nods and stand behind me, arms wrapped around me, as I finish putting the information in. I then throw my jacket back on and return to the field, where Uri and the infielders are just coming in.

I peek over at the boys and kiss AJ's head. Tobias sits with them and begins to tell them some sort of story. I kiss his cheek and walk up to the railing with Uri, who watches the game with rapt attention.

"Can I text Rob to come over to your place after the game?"

I shake my head. "Not tonight. I think we're going to have a family night before we go to bed."

Uri nods and gives me a hug. "Are you going to try to talk to him?" he whispers.

I shrug. "We'll see."

Tobias grabs my wrist gently before I go through our door. "Do we need to talk tonight?"

I meet his eyes, my own widening. "W-what?"

"I saw you and Uri talking. It seemed important. So, I thought we might need to talk," he replies, kissing my cheek. "I'm not mad."

I let out a breath. "Yeah, we probably should." I pinch his hip slightly as he walks through and then I follow and lock the door.

He takes my left hand and kisses my ring. "I love you," he says, almost like he's reminding me.

I nod. "I know." I smile wryly and kiss his cheek, just brushing his lips. "I love you, too."

"I know," he replies, pushing me against the door and kissing me firmly.

I chuckle lightly and slip from his grasp. "I'm going to go get the boys ready for bed. Why don't you make popcorn and get out some fruit?"

Tobias nods and kisses my cheek, limping past me.

I run up the stairs and grab the boys, throwing one over each shoulder. "C'mon, boys. Let's get ready for bed and then we can watch a movie."

AJ hugs me. "I love you, Mom."

"Love you, too, bud," I reply, setting him and Tristan on the bed. "Put your pajamas on."

Tristan grins and pulls out his Yankees pajamas. AJ laughs and pulls out his Mets ones, and they both put them on. I then open the door to the bathroom and watch to make sure they brush properly.

Then I take them downstairs and we settle in to watch the movie. Well, part of it. We're putting the boys to bed in about fifteen minutes and then we're going to watch our own movie.

Tobias collapses, half-on me, half-off. He presses a lazy kiss to my cheek and his hands slide up my bare sides. "So you still want to talk, right?"

I chuckle. "You're so much calmer and more agreeable after sex."

"Mmhmm," he agrees, tracing patterns on my shoulder and just generally cuddling with me.

I rub his back. "I just wanted to…talk to you. At you, I guess. I just need you to listen, okay?"

He nods and puts his chin on my chest, looking at me seriously. "Okay."

I smile slightly. "Thank you, Tobias."

He presses a kiss to my shoulder and flips us over. I chuckle and he says, "Well? I'm an impatient person, Tris."

I laugh again and kiss him. "I want this to come naturally, Tobias."

"The wedding or what you're going to say?" he asks.

"Both," I say. "Tobias, I just…I feel like you're going to think what I'm going to say is stupid."

He shakes his head vehemently. "Nothing you say is stupid, except that I would ever think anything you say is stupid."

I roll my eyes slightly and push his dark hair out of his face. He pushes a blonde lock behind my ear in response. "I'm kind of scared you'll…leave," I whisper. "I know it's dumb. You've never done anything to make me think -"

"Tris, it's not dumb, but I would still never leave you or AJ," he says, kissing me.

"And I guess I'm more worried that AJ and I are a mistake."

Tobias raises an eyebrow. "Tris, you are quite possibly the only thing I've ever done right in my life. I am so, so lucky to have you."

I sigh and tuck my head into his shoulder.

He rubs my back. "I'm going to put boxers on," he murmurs, "and grab you a shirt and some shorts, in case Tristan comes in."

I scoot off of him and he does so, then pulling the shirt over my head and the shorts up my hips. He pulls on his boxers and slides back into bed with me, kissing me again as he slides my shirt up, but not off.

I chuckle and he pulls away, but only barely. I chuckle again. "It makes the whole idea of clothes kind of redundant if you just keep taking them off."

He shrugs and kisses my neck a few times before just hugging me to him. "I love you," he says.

I nod and then laugh slightly.

"What?" he asks, lifting his head.

"It's just…some girls complain that their guys don't tell them they love them enough." I chuckle again. "We've never had that problem."

He tilts his head. "I guess I figure if I don't tell you exactly how I feel, I might not get the chance."

I climb onto his chest. "You're so sweet, Tobias," I say. "I don't know why you don't show very many people that."

He shrugs. "Habit." Then he pulls me down to spoon with him and kisses the back of my head. "Let's get some sleep, my love."

I sigh and cuddle closer to him, and then I allow myself to fall asleep in the arms of my love.