How to Hit a Home Run - Christian Yelich

Promise? Promise

"I swear to fucking god, Baker, if you make me late to this game I'm going to kill you," Kat curses into her phone as she scrolls through her contacts trying to find the one very specific number that Baker has asked her for.

Baker sighs on the other line no doubt rolling his eyes, "Calm down you'll make it to see your boyfriend."

Kat lets out a little giggle, "Still weird hearing that," She admits.

"Still weird to think about," Bakers agrees. "I never would have thought y'all would actually get to this point."

"I truly thought there would never be someone I wanted to stay with this long," Kat smiles thinking of how cute Christian was when he came home from his game last night.

Baker hums impatiently through the phone, "Did you guys fuck yet?" He questions.

"No," Kat says quickly. "There sent you Emily's contact it has her number and email."

"Are you trying to avoid talking about sex with? That is a first you're usually dying to tell me all your details," Baker presses.

"I'm not avoiding it we seriously have not hooked up yet," Kat explains. "I did give him head though..."

"Yeah I heard about that," Baker laughs.

Kat rolls her eyes and starts fast walking to Miller Park, "Alright I'm gonna go now..." She says and hangs up before Baker can start protesting.

The ball park is packed as she enters security slightly breathless. She puts her Burkin bag in a tub and strips off her Brewer crew neck that has a graphic of Christian swinging on it and strides through the metal detector. Kat quickly goes to her seats behind home plate and starts searching for Christian.

Christian is standing on the line waiting for the first pitch throwing to get off the mound so that they can start the game. Kat admires his cute butt in his little baseball pants and loves the navy jerseys. His glasses are on top of his hat showing his eye black.

Christian's eyes dart to behind home plate where he meets eyes with Kat. He smiles widely and so does she. He nods his head at her making sure she knows he saw her and takes a mental picture at how pretty she looks with her long straight hair and stylish clothes on. Kat blows him a kiss then kisses her diamond cross that is on a long rolled chain; something she does before everyone of her games for luck.

The teams go to the dugout and then take the field. Christian takes a few ground balls and starts to focus on the game.

Kat looks around and tries to hide as the interviewer shows his badge to get into the club level. She raises her hand to the attendant and asks for a gin and tonic in hopes of evading the interview she knows is coming.

"Kat Bledsoe?" The interviewer asks and takes the empty seat beside her, "Looks like I'm lucky enough to have the seat next to the number one volleyball player in the nation."

Kat purses her lips in disappointment, "Lucky you." She tries to smiles, but fails.

"I'm Evan Browning," He introduces and offers his hand which Kat takes gingerly.

The attendant comes back with Kat's drink and Kat takes a large sip, "Please keep these coming." She instructs and then takes another gulp knowing what is coming.

"So, I am supposed to be here reporting on Christian Yelich's game, but I feel like it would be a missed opportunity not to interview you. Do you mind?" He asks very nicely and gives Kat a very convincing look.

Kat sighs, "Well fuck why not, but if you twist my words I will make sure you never speak to another athlete again."

The interviewer's eyes get wide, but he nods and takes out his phone to record, "Since you live with Christian-"