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harvestleaves · 2 years ago

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Breathe (Chapter 3)

A/N: Sorry it took me almost 3 years to update this story, life got in the way and I wanted to make sure this next chapter was great because Ginny, Mike, and Livan deserved it! This chapter definitely had more MikexGinny interaction than Livan, but he had the game to get ready for! You can also read the new chapter on Ao3 here!! Enjoy!!!

Rating: T

Word Count: 979

Ginny sighed softly as she took her spot next to Mike on the bus to PNC Park, with Livan taking his now usual place in the row behind them, headphones around his neck so he could still listen to his partners talk.

“You know you don’t have to tell the trainers what happened last night, right?” Ginny whispered to Mike, noticing how the captain hadn’t put his headphones on to listen to his usual pre-game music. And Ginny knew from previous experience that it was because he was listening closely to her shitty lungs, anxiously awaiting another wheeze, cough, or hitch in her breathing.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the memory of you gasping for air last night, or wheezing this morning after merely putting your clothing on,” Mike hissed back, trying to contain the bitterness in his voice so as not to upset Ginny. “I’m just worried about you. Livan and I both are. So sue me if I want you to get checked over to make sure you’re not going to almost keel over again,” Mike sighed, his forehead creases softening as Ginny’s shoulders lost their tenseness and she leaned into his side, finally allowing herself a small moment of vulnerability.

“I’m sorry about that, you know? I really thought I had a handle on the attack, it just caught me off guard. I’m sorry I scared you guys,” Ginny whispered softly, settling her cheek against Mike’s shoulder for comfort the last five minutes of the ride.

“I’m not mad at you, rookie. I’m mad at myself. I’m not just your boyfriend, I’m also your captain and catcher. I should have known something was wrong. I should be able to anticipate your every move, your every breath,” Mike sighed, slipping an arm around Ginny’s waist slyly to pull her close, not only to provide her with comfort, but also to soothe himself in a way.

“It’s asthma. It’s going to be unpredictable at times, you can’t always know when something is going to happen,” Ginny explained as she pressed her face into Mike’s shoulder, letting the older man squeeze her close before she pulled back, seeing PNC Park come into view.

“Now that we’ve resolved that, let’s get you looked over, mami,” Livan smiled as he stood, stretching his arms to crack his back before he followed Ginny and Mike off the bus.

“Fine,” Ginny huffed as she let Mike lead her to the visiting locker room, grumpily following him into the training room where a portable nebulizer already appeared to be set up.

“I called ahead,” Mike smirked as he nudged Ginny forward, laughing slightly as she clearly held back the urge to stomp her foot and let the athletic trainer listen to her breathing before she took the mouthpiece of the nebulizer and slid it between her lips.

Leaning back in the spinny chair, Ginny let her shoulders slump as she breathed in the medication, trying to keep her gaze on the ground as she heard Salvamini and Blip enter the training room to get taped for warm-ups.

“What happened with Ginny?” Blip asked Mike in concern as he gently patted Ginny’s shoulder curiously, because he knew she wasn’t supposed to talk when taking her medication.

“Asthma attack last night. Livan and I had it under control though. She’s not playing today obviously, but she should be back warming up with us tomorrow,” Mike explained as he settled into the warm whirlpool, letting the heat soothe his achy back and knees.

“So are they marking her on the DL for today?” Salvamini asked curiously as he tilted his head, clearly trying to figure out how the nebulizer worked. “I think my little brother had to use something like this when we were younger,” he commented offhandedly before raising his fist to Ginny so she could bump it with her own.

“They shouldn’t be. She’s not scheduled to play today anyway, and I don’t think Baker wants the whole world knowing about her shitty lungs,” Mike teased, though he shot Ginny a stern look when she pulled the nebulizer mouthpiece out from her lips to stick her tongue out at Mike quickly before putting it back in place.

Less than ten minutes later, when Ginny was done with the medicine, and being stared at by almost all her teammates; she was back in the main locker room, changing into her uniform before Livan gently knocked on the curtain shielding her from the rest of the guys.

“Are you dressed mami?” Livan asked curiously, his jersey only half done up as he rocked back on his heels.

“Yeah papi, I’m dressed,” Ginny called back, smiling as he stepped behind the curtain to press a firm kiss to her forehead before dropping a second to her lips.

“I know you needed the medicine. But I feel like it took all of my self-control not to go over and hold you while you took that breathing treatment,” Livan whispered softly against Ginny’s hair as he finally pulled her into his chest for a hug, feeling her weight press against him as she settled into the hug.

“We have a few minutes before we need to be out on the field. Or before I need to be on the field and you get to warm the bench. Do you want me to just hold you for a while?” Livan asked, though he already could anticipate Ginny’s response, bracing himself for her to sag more of her body weight towards him.

Smiling, Livan let his own eyes drift shut for a brief second, cherishing this soft moment, knowing that the only thing that would make it better would be Mike hugging Ginny from her other side, but he was talking with Al, so that minute in time, his own presence would have to be enough.

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flutter-bi · 7 years ago

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Hi there :) Been loving your prompts! Could I request "So…what do we do now?"

Hope you like this one - I struggled with the end a little, but I’m happy with where I left it.

#37. So...what do we do now?

Ready on A03.

The Test - May 2018When he finally musters the courage to ignore the closed door, he finds Ginny sitting on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, back straight, hands resting in her lap. The fact that she’s holding a pregnancy test should be a surprise, but it isn’t. Not really.

Happiness, particularly his happiness, always seems to come with conditions. So why would this be any different?

He hesitates for just a moment before sliding down next to her and taking the test out of her hands. Now that he’s closer he can see where she’s tried to rub the evidence of tears from her cheeks. She’s breathing slowly, carefully. He has a moment to wonder if he missed a panic attack before she says, “So…what do we do now?”

And that’s the question, isn’t it? But what right does he have to answer it?

He wants children, has almost always wanted them and imagined himself being the parent that his mother and father could never be, but not like this. Not when it could mean the end of her career and the end of everything she’s worked for. “I don’t know…your choice, baby. What do you want to do?”

She nods at him like she does when she’s considering shaking off one of his calls – there’s a thoughtful, defiant look on her face and he wonders what it is exactly she’s gearing up to fight with him about. He told her it was her choice, despite that fact that it broke his heart to say it. What more can he do?

“My choice, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.” He’s looking down so he sees her thigh muscles tense she pulls her feet up to her knees and stands up. After she’s up, she turns around and reaches a hand out to him, pulls him along with her. When they’re face to face – eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth – she speaks. “I’m keeping it.”

There’s another nod – decision made – before she walks out of the tiny hotel bathroom and leaves him smiling after her.

He’s gonna be a father.

*************

The Question - September 2018“No. No-no-no-no. No. This is not happening. Not now. Not this year of all years.” Oscar’s pacing his office, prowling around like a panther and Mike actually feels bad for the guy.

It’s a tough place for him to be in, but the fact of the matter is that the Padres are actually in the race to make it to the World Series and their female pitcher is pregnant with her captain’s child. There’s nothing that can be done to change those things. Might as well make the best of them.

“Do you have any idea how horrible this is going to be? The MLB, the Player’s Association–”

“Can’t do anything.” Amelia’s out of her seat like a bullet and Mike’s agent’s rebuttal is stopped before it even has time to begin. “Davis and I have gone through this backward, forward, and all around. There’s technically nothing prohibiting it. Not them being together and not her being pregnant.

“You guys are so guys are so busy being sexist homophobes that the idea of a player getting pregnant or being involved with another play isn’t explicitly addressed. Now there are…” She pauses for a moment, chooses her words carefully, “clauses that could be used to punish them, but I’ve got a plan.”

Oscar is leaning against the window now, pinching the bridge of his nose so hard that Mike can see red spots forming, “I’m listening.”

And here Amelia, gods love her and all her insanity, is in her element. Mike reaches over to take Ginny’s hand and she smiles at him as they settle in for the show.

He can hear Amelia talking about Ginny being punished for being a woman and the league not risking pissing off women by keeping her out of games or other fans by keeping him out, but it’s mostly just background noise. Especially when she moves on to doctor’s recommendations and the fact that other athletes have continued playing while pregnant. He’s heard this all before.

The only thing he’s thinking about is Ginny.

She’s a little over four months along now and it’s starting to show. Her nose is wider, her face a little fuller, but most reporters have either been too scared to comment on it or written it off as weight gain as she tries to build up muscle.

Her hips are fuller too, but he’s only noticed when they’re in bed together, specifically as she’s grinding down on him, chasing an orgasm while his hands clench and unclench at her waist–and he knows no one else has seen that side of her in months.

They don’t talk about their relationship. They don’t talk about the fact that they initially only succumbed to their physical desires to get rid of the tension that was creating a vast chasm between them after their mutual breakups the year before.

They decided early on that they wouldn’t get upset if the other decided to break it off or sleep with someone else–they couldn’t be in a relationship. Not really. Not yet. Not while they were team mates. So they’re friends with benefits with an option to become more upon his retirement.

What a stupid plan that had been.

Ginny’s eyes light up as Amelia hammers home the fact that they probably wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place if the MLB, in all their glory, hadn’t decided that Ginny had to take out her IUD and move to the combination birth control pill leaving her hormonal (and randy, as he quickly found out) and more vulnerable to a possible pregnancy during the changeover.

When Oscar clearly begins to settle into the story that Amelia is weaving, Mike blocks out the conversation completely and focuses on the tiny smiles Ginny has been shooting his way. She’s happier about all of this than he expected her to be, and he’s constantly surprised that people don’t see it.

That thing about pregnant women glowing, for most of his life he’s been pretty sure it’s complete bullshit. He’s known plenty of pregnant women and they’ve never looked bright or shiny to him, but Ginny glows all the fucking time.

He feels her lightly tug on his beard before his brain processes that she’s trying to get his attention and he knows he must have a goofy smile on his face when he fully turns to look at her.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She whispers it in his ear as their agents and Oscar hammer out the finer details of what will happen next.

“You’re glowing.”

She scrunches up her nose and giggles a little, “Nuh uh.”

“Nuh huh.”

“You tryin’ to say I’m sweaty, Lawson?”

“Nope,” he reaches over and sticks his finger in one of her dimples as she giggles even louder. “Tryin’ to say you’re pretty.”

Like he’s a child, Amelia swats him on his arm to pull their focus back to the conversation, and Oscar’s annoyed look actually has him sitting up at attention. “What’s the answer, Lawson?”

“Sorry. Missed the question.”

“Yeah.” Oscar nods. “We got that. I asked how we’re supposed to answer questions about the status of your relationship.”

And with that he might as well have shoved the Grand Canyon between Mike and Ginny for all the space created.

*************

The Answer - December 2018“What about this one?” She’s in the tub, bubbles up to her chin on one end, her feet propped up on the edge on the other, and her tummy poking out in the middle.

With her seven months along now, they’ve had to take more precautions with her health. The doctors diagnosed her with preeclampsia at six months, and after they’d finally finished up all the press from announcing the pregnancy and winning the World Series she was immediately put on bed rest that she did her best to get out of as often as possible.

And that’s how her current obsession started. House hunting. They can’t seem to make a decision about what they are to each other or where their relationship is going, but she’s decided that whatever comes next they have to be living in the same house. And not, as she calls it, his fishbowl.

“Hand it here.” He’s sitting in the chair they pulled into the bathroom three weeks before when she became lightheaded in the shower. The rule after that – the one rule that he laid out – was that she wasn’t to be in the hot, steamy bathroom alone.

So she takes baths and he sits in the room with her, and they have honest discussions about what comes next. Mostly.

And in the spirit of that honesty, he scoffs and hands the tablet back to her. “No way.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“The house is fine. The neighborhood sucks. As a matter of fact, I’m using my veto power on everything in a ten block radius of that general area.”

“Well that’s bullshit. You can’t just veto whole neighborhoods, Old Man.”

“That’s where Rachel’s brother lives.”

“Oh.” She nods. “Okay. Fifteen block radius vetoed then – just in case.”

“Damn right.”

“But you look the house though, right? The style and size?”

This one is a Mediterranean-style with five bedrooms, six baths, and a pool. It’s bigger than the other options, but other than that it works for him. “Yeah, I like it. Why the extra rooms though? You’ve been looking for three or four, tops.”

“Oh, that. Um. I just…I mean unless I get traded or something I don’t want to move around. You know, I grew up in just one house and I want that for my family too.”

“Okay.” He nods and leans in. When she gets like this, flustered and cagey, it usually means she’s going to ask for something. “That doesn’t really answer the question, Rookie. Why the extra rooms?”

“You know, just in case.” She’s fidgeting with her hair now. Pulling it up and twisting and turning it in some fascinating style that leaves it all sitting on the top of her head without anything to hold it there. And usually that would have his full attention, but with her arms raised the tops of her breasts down to those gorgeous black cherry nipples make an appearance and his mouth immediately waters at the sight.

She’s so fucking beautiful. He finds himself distracted by her more often than not now and he spends a lot of time thanking whatever deity it is that’s looking out for him that he hadn’t seen her like that before, because he never would have made it through their first season together if he’d been playing with this Ginny.

“Lawson!” There’s humor in the tone of her yell and he snaps back to find her shaking her head and sliding back down into the tub.

“Come on, Gin. Sit back up.”

“Nope. You lose focus too easy these days. They’re just tits. You’ve seen them a million times before.”

“And I’d like to see more of them now.”

“And I’d like you to pay attention to what I’m saying. You can play later.”

“Promises, promises.” And this here, this is the one thing that they’re still good at. When they aren’t sure if they’re in love or what being in love means. When they aren’t sure if being in love is enough to even keep them together anyway, this is always available to fall back on. This sexual tension so thick he feels like he’s wading through it. “So what were we talking about?”

“The house. Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I said…” He stops for a moment, replays the conversation back to the point where her wild hair and swollen nipples distracted him. “I said I like it, but why the extra rooms?”

“Oh. That. Um..”

Again, she’s hedging and he hasn’t seen her like this in over a year. This Ginny, two and half baseball seasons in and enough endorsement deals to retire on Ginny, doesn’t have trouble asking for what she wants. So what is this?

He slips out of the chair and moves to sit on the lip of the tub, his knees cracking along the way. When he gets comfortable, he massages the pressure point on her neck that relaxes her and has her leaning into his touch. “What are you thinking? What’s wrong?”

“Um. Babies, actually. I was thinking that I really liked having a brother growing up and Blip says he hated being an only child and, well, you didn’t really have any siblings either…not really. So I just…” She’s rambling now, but he knows she’ll find her point eventually. “I just thought that maybe we might have more than one, that’s all. And I don’t want to have to move unless, you know, we don’t have another option. So, yeah, that’s what I’m thinking.”

She’s looking up at him now, her wide eyes filled with uncertainty and he can’t figure out why she’d be unsure.

She’s the one who said no to getting married or making any commitment. She’s the one always pointing out that he’s allowed to do whatever he wants. She’s the one who had them sleeping in separate rooms right after Amelia and Oscar decided it was best for them to move in together. All the distance, all the separation, that’s been her choice.

He’s made it very clear that what he wants is her – that all he’s wanted for a very long time now is her.

“You’re mad.”

“Not mad, Gin. Just…where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know. Ev says I’m nesting or something. Just–just ignore me.”

“No.” He’s moves his hand from her neck to scrub it down his face, and gives his beard a quick tug the way she normally does when she’s trying to calm him down or center his attention on something. It works. “I just…this back and forth is confusing. If you want kids and marriage – or not marriage, just a commitment – then I’m here. I’m ready for that. But that isn’t what you’ve wanted. Why now?”

“You did your interview with Rachel last week.”

“Yeah, and…”

“You didn’t look at her like you wanted her, like you missed out on something. I’ve never…that’s the first time I’ve seen you look at her like she’s just an old friend or an ex-wife and not like some perfect angel that you lost. And I thought, maybe…maybe that means you’re over her.”

“I am. I have been. I broke things off with her last year, not the other way around. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I thought that was just because she couldn’t decide what she wanted.”

“It was, in part, but it was also because I realized I didn’t want her. Shit, Gin, if it was just about not wanting to be with someone who is confused about what they want then do you think I’d still be here?”

The laugh she lets loose is harsh and clearly self-deprecating, and that’s not what he wanted. But fuck, she’s made things about a million times harder than they needed to be. “I didn’t mean–”

“You did, and you’re right. I just really don’t want to end up like my parents. They got married right after Will was born and I thought they were happy, but now I’m not sure and I just don’t want that for you or our baby.”

“What about you? What do you want for you?”

“Perfect world?”

“Perfect world.”

“I don’t know. Two kids, a couple more World Series rings, a hot ex-catcher to share my life with. You know, the simple things in life.”

“You asking me to marry you, Baker?” He’s holding his breath. Terrified that they’re going to take another step back after taking one forward.

“No. You have to do the asking. Not now!” She cuts him off, laughing. “But is that–is that what you want?”

“As it turns out,” he leans forward to kiss her on the top of her head, “that’s exactly what I want. Well, not the hot ex-catcher, but a couple more rings for you, a couple kids, and a hot wife. That all sounds pretty good.”

“Yeah? You sure you’re not into a hot ex-catcher? Because Livan will retire eventually and I think you two might be able to make a go of it. I’m pretty sure TMZ thinks you’d make an adorable couple.”

“Nah.” He smiles and lowers his voice conspiratorially. “I just can’t deal with the beard he’s been growing out. He looks like he’s trying too hard.”

“Oh, yeah? I think the beard looks sexy.”

“You should, you’re growing one too.” He reaches around to run his fingers across the tiny patch of hair that has taken up residence under her chin and laughs as she scoffs and pulls away.

She runs her hand under her chin and frowns up at him, “You’re an asshole, Lawson. Anyway, the doctor says mine will probably go away after the baby is born. Yours has taken up permanent residence on your stupid face.”

“Probably go away.” He responds. And he really should have thought that through a little better because he doesn’t have the balance to stop her when she reaches around and pulls him into the tub behind her, soaking his pajama bottoms and half his chest.

Instead of moving to get out as she leans forward to give him a little room, he settles in behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. “Well, now that I’m in here,” his fingers dance up over her belly and higher and higher up until he can cup her full breasts in his hands, “let’s revisit that earlier conversation about my concentration.”

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