Twenty years later, Y/n sat in Dodger Stadium with her son, Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez Jr. She studied the field, searching for the player with the number "30" plastered on his back.
"And next up to bat is the one, the only, BENNYYYYY RODDDDDRIGUEZZZZ!" The announcer (Smalls) voiced. Quickly, Benny stepped from the dugout and made his way to home plate. He then raised his bat, preparing himself for the ball. The crowd went silent with much anticipation, will he or won't he?
Y/n crossed her fingers as the pitcher shuffled around for a moment then apparently catapulted the ball right at Benny's bat. A flawless and impossibly fast pitch. Everyone crept to the edges of their seats until a painful smack echoed throughout the stadium. It took everyone a moment to figure out where the ball went but eventually everyone watched in awe as the ball soared way into the outfield- a guaranteed home run. The crowd roared as Benny ran his record breaking home run. As he jogged the bases, he searched for his wife and son's smiling faces and gave them a proud smile, raising his arm to point at them, just like his son had asked him to do.
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