mlb imagines⚾️️? (OPEN)

Kyle Freeland -requested-

livbezjak26

I take my seat down the first base line. These weren't where my actual tickets were of course because I just graduated college which means that I am the definition of broke. But since I was here for batting practice, I took pleasure in sitting wherever I wanted while the Rockies warmed up.

I was born and raised here in Denver, just like one of my favorite players.

Kyle Freeland's a pitcher for the Colorado Rockies, but he's also my absolute favorite. We both attended Thomas Jefferson High School, and I watched every single varsity baseball game so of course I knew of him, but he was an upperclassman so we never talked.

I take my glove out of my grey drawstring bag and put it on my right hand. My gaze falls on Kyle. He's in the dugout, fiddling with a packet of sunflower seeds.

I take a breath and prepare myself for something that would usually be classified as way out of my comfort zone. "You look like you could use some help?" I call out, and because I'm close enough to the dugout, he turns towards me.

My heart flutters when he smiles, and to my surprise, he hops up the steps and down the line towards me.

"I think I could," he approaches me with a shy smile hiding on his face. "That is if you don't mind."

My lips part - he's even more handsome than he was in high school.

I laugh softly, "I don't mind at all." I take the bag from him, and with one small pinch, tear it open. A few of the ranch seasoned seeds fall on his cleat when the top of the package bursts open, but he laughs, not seeming to care.

I purse my lips, not looking away from the gaze he carries on me.

"I don't mean to ruin the mood," I interrupt and force a laugh, "but will you please autograph my glove? After all, you'd be seedless if it weren't for me."

He laughs and I smile, happy that he thought of me as entertaining. Kyle nods, and I hand him my glove.

He takes a Sharpie out of his back pocket and signs his name.

"You're a leftie?" He asks, closing the cap to his pen and handing me my glove back.

I nod, giving him a small smile. "Yup," I say, hoping that I don't sound too awkward. "We have that in common."

He reaches over and opens up my glove. It wasn't until then that I finally read what he had written.

"Well if you use that," he points to the glove, "we might be able to find out what else we have in common." He bites his lip, hiding his smile and slowly walking back towards his dugout.

I look down at my glove, running my index finger over the phone number Kyle left on the palm of my glove.

I smile to myself. I can't believe I just did that.

~

I smile up at the man next to me. It's been a little over a year since my encounter with Kyle, and it's hands down been the best year of my life.

Kyle is beyond amazing. His caring heart, his protective nature, and of course his handsome face made it so easy to fall in love with him.

His smile makes my heart skip a beat, and just one look from those big blue eyes still gives me a major case of the butterflies.

One of the workers hands me a microphone, and I take a deep breath.

Describing how I feel right now as nervous would be an understatement. I am terrified.

I'm singing 'God Bless America' for the 7th inning stretch, and I do not want to be the new Fergie meme.

"Stop freaking out babe," Kyle senses my stress and runs his hand up and down my back. "You're going to do amazing."

I take a breath and close my eyes, trying to get myself in the right headspace.

"Olivia! You ready to go?" A tall man with a scruffy beard and a mic set asks me.

I nod and stand still while they hook me up to the other mic set.

I put my hand on Kyle's chest and look up at him, hoping he could give me some reassurance before I go out there.

Of course, just like I suspected, he does.

"Your voice is beautiful, Liv. You know it, I know it, now go let the world know it too." He leans forward and pecks my lips before gently shoving me away and towards the spot where I'm supposed to stand.

The announcer says my name, and I close my eyes before I start to sing. Not having to look at the thousands of people in front of me helped pry me out of my comfort zone until finally, about three-quarters through the song, I was able to open them.

I felt in my element, and it was such an adrenaline rush.

I think now I can finally understand what Kyle means when he talks about the high he gets from being on the mound.

The crowd loved it.

Every note I belt brings on loud claps and whistles and just like Kyle had predicted last night, I love the attention I'm getting. It's an only child problem I guess.

I finish the last line, covering my mouth with my hands as soon as I'm finished. I can not believe that I just did that.

I turn around to run to Kyle, but he's already a foot behind me waiting.

I leap into his arms, wrapping my arms tight around his neck while he spins me in a grand circle.

"I'm so proud of you," he tells me, setting me down and kissing my forehead.

I'm about to respond, but he starts to speak again, so I stay quiet.

"Olivia, can I do something crazy?" He asks, fiddling with his pockets.

"What do you mean?" I ask with a small giggle.

He doesn't say anything, instead, dropping to one knee and pulling a white velvet box out of his front pocket.

I hold my hand over my mouth and gasp. I can't believe it.

With the ring box in one hand, he uses his other to take hold of my hand.

"You're right," I tell him, "this is crazy."

"Crazy in a good way?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

I cup his cheek in my hand and kneel down to kiss him. "Crazy in the best way."

He smiles and slides the diamond ring on my finger. The crowd goes crazy, cheering Kyle's name.

He kisses my forehead and helps me to my feet.

When we're standing, I can finally hug him. I wrap my arms around him, and he leans down to kiss my forehead.

I'm beyond excited to spend the rest of my life with this boy.