Page 70 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Ball!” Mo reaches for it, his face flooding with determination. “Ball!”
“You like baseballs as much as I do,” Seb says, rustling his hair.
“Ball was the third word he learned after Mom and drink,” Mason says, laughing.
“Glad to see he has his priorities straight,” Seb says. “Let him have it. He can get another one whenever he wants it.”
Mason hands it back to Mo. “Maybe Uncle Seb will give you a baseball lesson some day.”
“I’ll definitely do that. As many as he wants.” Seb leans down to kiss me. “I’ll see you back at the hotel, baby. Did everything go okay during the game?”
“A little smack talk,” I say, smiling, “but Mo protected me.”
“Good man. High five.” Mo swings his little hand into Seb’s with all his might. “Nice swing, buddy. You’re going to take my spot in the lineup any day now.”
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