Chapter 761 - V2 ch233 (Sunday) (1/2)

We didn't get to see Jeremy after the game, but I sent him a text, congratulating him on such a good game and thanking him for the experience in the suite. His reply came in just as we pulled back up to our house, almost over two hours later. He was just thanking me and telling me his schedule. He had a day game tomorrow, then they would hit the road that night for a couple of away games. He would have another off day on Thursday when he gets back.

I hesitated to reply. Tuesday I would have my procedure on my scars. Dr. Griffiths already said that I would have to rest a few days and stay out of the sun. I don't know if Jeremy would mind coming over and just hang out inside on his one day off. It'd be better for him to spend the day with Rose.

I left him on read and got ready for bed. It was late after sending everyone home and I was mentally drained from the social gathering.

Sunday morning, Noah woke me up. ”C'mon. Let's go for a run.”

I opened one eye. ”Go with Zeke.” We stayed up way too late to go running this morning. It's inhumane.

”Zeke and Dad went to the hardware store to get the stuff to change our closet. C'mon. Please?” Noah pleaded.

”The twins can't go..?” I mumbled, still unwilling to get up.

”They're already throwing the ball outside. Dad said he would grab them some catcher's gear on his way back with Zeke.”

”And you didn't go with them?”

”With Zeke and Dad? Nah. I only wanted to go to the sports store with Dad alone. I rather let Zeke have some one on one time before he goes off to college.” He paused. ”Will you get up now??”

I groaned.

”We can go to The Cages later.”

I stopped moving. ”Are you sure?”

”Yes!” Noah said confidently. ”I'll get someone to take us. No matter what. Mom. Dad. Zeke. Or the twins. I promise I'll get someone no matter what the cost.”

I laughed and slowly moved out from under my sheets. ”Okay. I'm sold.” He left me alone so I could get dressed and then I met him downstairs.

”No bananas.” Noah said, throwing me a granola bar. ”We can have cereal after.”

I ate the bar, still feeling full from last night. A glance through the back sliding door revealed the two identical twins doing an identical stretch. From the back, I couldn't even tell who was who. Maybe if they didn't have their baseball hats on.

Noah and I left the house together and started to jog. I thought he would leave me behind, but we stayed in pace with one another. He would speed up, but I still kept up.

Two blocks away from the house, he turned to me and said with ease. ”Sprint home on three. One, two, three!” He took off.

I ran after him, but my pace was noticeably slower. I was already breathing hard when we were together; I had to push myself to the limits in the last two blocks. Noah waited for me on the front porch, stretching.

I joined him, putting my hands on my head, focusing on taking deep breaths.

”You're doing great, Jake.” Noah grinned. ”I really think you can reach my speed in just a couple months if you start training for it.”

I just panted as I looked at him skeptically.

”Really.” Noah said sincerely. ”You and I are almost built the same. You should work on your speed and practice stealing bases. We've got at least six more months until the season starts.”

I thought about how many times I was walked in Friday's scrimmage. It's a very real possibility that I might be walked a lot in the future, and stealing bases is a good goal to set. ”Let's work on it after I recover from my procedure.”

”Yea...” He nodded in agreement.