25. Hudson

25

HUDSON

I haven’t heard from my brother since we left the gala last week. I’m surprised, since he usually likes to instigate shit with me. I know he doesn’t have Ember’s contact information, and thankfully, Ember hates social media, so if he tries to find her, he won’t be able to. Not easily, at least.

I’m probably overreacting, and I definitely overreacted when I saw him, but I couldn’t help myself. The moment he came into view, standing next to her, it was like all the therapy I’ve done got tossed out the window and the only things that were left were rage and resentment.

That night, Ember comforted me in ways I didn’t know she could. I think she surprised herself, too. She also opened up more than she wanted to because after, she shied away from me a little. Even though we didn’t cross the friend line, other than that courtyard kiss that could have rivaled the most romantic movies, we went home together and she let me hold her, which I took advantage of, all night long.

She’s definitely getting used to the idea of some kind of relationship, even though it’s just an arrangement, in our case. Maybe, that’s just it. It’s easier to view this as an agreement, and that makes it easier to disconnect.

Regardless, she has been opening up, and I’m thankful for that.

I’ve decided to let this continue to play out, in hopes she’ll really see how great things could be before our time comes to an end. She can have everything she wants. And I want to give it to her.

The team leaves for our first stint of away games tonight, and I won’t be back for almost two weeks. The schedule is going to get brutal from here on out. I’m excited to be traveling with the team, and this is an entirely different experience compared to the minors. I’m beyond excited to travel with the guys, play ball, and reclaim my worth, but can’t say I’ll miss my nights coming home to a certain redheaded siren. Especially Friday—my new favorite night of the week—designated as take out night, on which we always decide on pizza.

Me: What are you up to, little red?

Little Red: Thinking pizza alone sounds terrible.

Me: That sounds a whole hell of a lot like, “I’ll miss you, Hudson.” :-)

Little Red: Maybe ;) Sadly, I mentioned this to Cruz and he is trying to talk me into going out. Send help.

Me: Good luck with that. No one stops him from getting what he wants.

Little Red: I’m learning that about him.

Me: Still have your meeting with Elena today?

Little Red: I do, in 15 minutes. I’m so nervous.

Me: Don’t be. It’s a great idea, and she is going to love it.

Little Red: I hope so.