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A complete self serving fanfic. Thanks to my beautiful @maskedmistress87 for looking it over for me.

It was hot for early March in the Valley, but I was playing hooky from work to watch spring training with my kid. Being a single mom was rough, but we made it work. I grew up going to spring training games, I was excited to share this tradition with my son. The Giants were playing the Dodgers in a split squad game. I’d come to cheer for my team, the Giants, but there was a smoke show in Dodger blue that was catching my eye. Gabe Kapler, he wasn’t playing anymore, but worked as head of player development for the Dodgers. Now, as a lifelong Giants fan, I hate the Dodgers with a passion. But I could bend the rules for him.

My son and I were standing down by the third base line, waiting to see if he could grab Clayton Kershaw’s autograph. Credit where credit is due, he’s a fantastic pitcher. Gabe was working his way down the line, maybe three or four people down from us, Kershaw a few more behind him. Kap looked up and we locked eyes. I felt myself flush all over and I saw his eyes flare with interest. My breathing became shallow as the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on ate me alive with his gaze. He continued to sign baseballs while keeping eye contact with me and conversing with the kids getting his autograph. Finally, he’s in front of us. He reaches out his large hand to me and I place my much smaller one in his.

“Hi, I’m Gabe. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Analise. It’s nice to meet you, Gabe. Would you mind signing my son’s ball?”

“Not at all, are you here with your husband?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Nope, no husband. Just me and my kiddo.”

“Is that so? Well, beautiful Analise, can I get your number? Maybe we could get coffee or drinks after the game?”

“Mmmm, I’d like that, Gabe.” He hands me his phone, I input my number and hand it back.

He addresses my son, “You excited for the game, buddy?”

“Yeah! I play baseball, my mom’s my coach! But my mom says the Dodgers are stinky and that we’re Giants fans, so she wants them to beat your team,” my son verbal diarrheas. He’s 8, what do you expect?

“Giants fans, huh? That’s okay, I guess I can dine with the enemy tonight,” he says as he winks at me.

“My mommy says that even though he wears the icky Dodger blue, Kershaw is one of the best pitchers she’s seen. And I hope I can get him to sign my baseball!”

“Kershaw! C’mere man! This little guy would like your autograph. His mama is a Giants fan, but says you’re one of the best pitchers she’s seen. Think you can square him away?” Gabe asks Clayton.

“Yeah, man. What’s your name, buddy?” Clayton asks my little guy. Gabe hands him the baseball.

“JJ! It stands for Joel-Joel! That’s what my Mommy, my aunties and my Mamaw call me! My Mommy says you’re an amazing pitcher!” my son exclaims.

“Well, JJ, thanks for being a fan, little man! Hope you enjoy the game and tell that Mommy thanks for acknowledging my abilities.”

“Hey, credit where credit is due,” I say. “Thank you so much for signing his ball. He’ll really appreciate it when he’s a little bit older.” Kershaw smiles at me as he moves down the line, signing more autographs.

Gabe steps back up to us and he crouches down to get on level with my son. “Hey JJ, do you mind if I take your Mama to dinner tonight? You wanna come along too, bud?”

JJ thinks for a minute before reaching his arm out to put on Gabe’s shoulder, “No thank you, sir. I get to see my Unkie tonight! My Unkie is awesome! But be nice to my Mommy, my Dad hurt her heart really bad.” My heart bursts at how respectful he is to a complete stranger. And yes, I need to keep in mind that Gabe Kapler is a complete stranger. I need to guard against his sexiness. Because JJ is right, my ex did a number on my heart. My self confidence and emotional well being as well. It’s been a good number of years since we divorced, but still, I haven’t ventured my heart out of it’s protective shell in a long time. It’s hard to date when you’re a single mom.

“I have two boys of my own and they love to spend time with their uncle. And I promise, I will be very good to your Mama,” Gabe tells my boy. He puts his hand out for JJ to shake and my son puts his tiny hand in his and shakes firmly.

Oh my heart! This boy of mine!

Gabe stands up from his crouch and reaches for my hand. His hands are so damn big! My mind starts veering down a path of what those hands would feel like on my body. I give myself a mental shake to wipe the dirty thoughts from my head. Gabe takes my hand in his, raising it to his mouth and kisses the back. If I could literally melt into a puddle, I would be right now. My heart is galloping at a manic pace.

“I look forward to dinner tonight. Think of where you want to go, somewhere that’s got a good vibe. I’ll pick you up around 7, okay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll ask around about somewhere for dinner, I don’t go a lot,” I reply.

Gabe gently squeezes my hand before he releases it. “I look forward to it, gorgeous.” He licks his full lips before he moves down the line to sign autographs and JJ and I leave to head to the Giants side to get more autographs. I can feel his eyes on my me as we climb the stairs to make it up to the concourse. I turn and look back down at the field and our eyes lock as he licks his luscious lips. I bite my lower lip and his nostrils flare. My cheeks flush red and I duck my head as I lead my little man away towards the first base line.

HOLY SHIT!!! I’m in way over my head. This is a grown ass man who knows what he’s doing! Breathe!!!

My internal freakout is interrupted by my baby boy kissing my hand like he does when he’s feeling super sweet. I’m a mom first and foremost, but I’m also a woman who has needs. And holy hell, a delicious (and I mean absolutely delicious) man who is sex on a stick, showed interest in me. I didn’t think my Giants tank top and denim shorts were that revealing, but I guess he liked what he saw. My phone vibrates in my back pocket as JJ and I make our way down the steps for him to get some more autographs before taking our seats. The seats I sat in as a kid his age and older when I would come to the Phoenix Firebirds games growing up. Before the friggin Diamondbacks came in and chased out my team’s triple A team. Buster Posey, Hunter Pence, Brandon Crawford and Pablo Sandoval are making their way down the first base line, signing all sorts of stuff. My little man gets some more autographs added to his baseball, and the sheer joy in his eyes makes my heart soar.

“Hey Monkey, let’s go find our seats and put some more suncream on before the game starts, yeah?”

“Okay, Mommy! This is the best day ever! I love you!” he shouts.

“I love you too, my sweet boy. And you’re right, this is the best day ever. I love getting to do stuff with you that I did with Papaw growing up.” I’m getting a little misty eyed. My phone vibrates again before it starts ringing. I pull it out of my pocket and almost send it to voicemail since it’s a number I don’t recognize. I answer at the last second.

“Hey gorgeous, I was wondering if you were going to answer.”

“Gabe?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I was wondering if you and the little man wanted to sit up in the box with me?” he asks.

“Wow, that’s really sweet of you to offer. That would be amazing, but I think it would be best if JJ and I kept our seats. He’s 8, he’s got a short attention span and will probably want to run around at some point. I don’t want to be a distraction to you or any of the staff. I would feel awful,” I reply.

“I know boys have short attention spans, it wouldn’t be a distraction, baby. But if you’re set on staying there, come sit behind the plate instead so I don’t look weird sitting on the opponents side. Please?”

I bite my lip as I contemplate my choices. “Stop biting that lip, baby. It’s driving me crazy,” Gabe growls in my ear. My eyes widen as I look around for him. I don’t see him on the field.

“Where are you?”

“Look up, baby.”

I lift my gaze to the concourse, to find Gabe standing at the top of the section right behind home plate.

“Mr. Kapler, are you following me?” I ask cheekily.

“You’re damn right I am. Come sit with me,” he crooks his finger in a ‘come here’ gesture.

“Why don’t you come and get me then? If you want us to sit with you so badly…” I trail off as he takes off with his loose hipped swagger. God damn that man exudes some serious BDE. SERIOUS BDE. Like, it should be illegal to put that much out. Whew! His eyes narrow on me as JJ sits in his seat next to where I’m standing, none the wiser. I bite my lip nervously as I watch Gabe approach our section and start down the steps. Whoa mama, if I could catch on fire from the heat coming from his gaze, I’d be a 5 alarm fire. Sweet Mother Mary! Gabe reaches me and gently pulls at my chin.

“Stop biting that lip. I’m at work, I can’t walk around with a stiffy because you keep biting your lip, and your son is with us. Not exactly the best first impression, even if he doesn’t know what it means yet.” My eyes widen at his candidness.

“I’m giving you a woody?!” I ask incredulously.

“You have been since I laid eyes on you. I’ve been having to run stats in my head to keep it at bay,”

“Well, then. We can’t have you pitching tent in those shorts now, can we Mr. Kapler?”

“Such a smart mouth,” he states as his eyes lock on my lips and he runs his thumb across my lower lip. “Please, will you and JJ come sit with me? I promise he’ll still be able to get up and run if he needs to.”

“Let me ask him,” I tell Gabe. “JJ? Do you want to stay here or do you want to go sit in seats behind home plate with Mr. Gabe?”

“Are you coming too, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby, I’ll be coming too.”

“Okay! Let’s go!” He jumps to his feet and shuffles them in an excited manner, grasping my hand in his smaller one. Gabe throws his arm around my shoulder and leads us up the steps to the concourse.

“Hey, little man. Are you thirsty? Hungry?” Gabe asks JJ. JJ looks up at me with his green eyes alight.

“Yes please. Can I have a hot dog and water, Mr. Gabe?”

“Sure thing, bud. You want anything, Mama? My treat.”

I roll my eyes. “Gabe, I can buy my kid a hot dog and some water. The gesture is appreciated though.”

“No doubt you can, baby, but let me do this for you. Please.”

“Fine, but just this, nothing else. If I want a beer, I’ll get it myself.”

“Stubborn woman,” he laughs as he gives my shoulders a squeeze.

“You don’t know the half of it, Kapler.”

We make our way to the concession stand, Gabe buying a couple bottles of water, some popcorn, sunflower seeds, and a hot dog for JJ. I get myself a water and a Michelob Light. I stuff the water in one of my pockets, grab my son’s hand with my right and hold my beer in my left. My back pockets have my phone and suncream in them so JJ and I don’t fry. Gabe places his arm around my shoulder again. I turn to look up at him and see him looking down at me with a grin. He leads us to a section of seats behind home plate with other Dodgers coaches and scouts. It’s totally weird! Gabe stops at a row with someone down at the end and we take the end of the row. JJ, me and Gabe in that order. I put my beer in the cup holder and pull the water out of my pocket, placing it under my seat. I turn to my left to help Gabe with JJ’s stuff he carried.

“I got you some popcorn, baby. Get your son settled, then I’ll get you settled. Deal?”

I huff out a sigh and roll my eyes. Stubborn man. I unwrapped JJ’s hot dog for him while he gets situated in his seat and place his bottle of water in the cup holder.

“Thanks, my Mommy! Thank you, Mr. Gabe! Yum!” he exclaims as he digs into a Costco sized hot dog. And he’ll put it away, bless it.

Gabe has placed the popcorn next to the cup holder holding my beer. I pull the suncream bottle from my back pocket and flip the top open.

“JJ, we need to put some suncream on your face, neck and arms, my little love.”

“Yes ma’am,” my son states and he puts his hot dog in his lap and lifts his sweet little face to me. I squeeze some lotion onto my hands, emulsify it in my hands and apply it to his face and neck.

“Think you can handle your arms yourself? Mommy still has to put some on.”

“I can, Mommy. I’m a big boy.” I squirt some in his hand and supervise his application.

“Need me to get your back, baby?” Gabe asks. His hands on me? Yes please!

“Sure. Can you keep it PG or is that going to be an issue?” I tease as I squeeze some of the suncream into his giant hand. Pretty sure he could palm my ass cheek, no issue. I squeeze some into mine as well to get the rest of my exposed skin.

“I’ll do my best to be a good boy, no promises,” he replies.

I apply to my face, down my neck, to my chest and modest cleavage. I feel Gabe’s grip tighten on my shoulder as I continue to rub in the suncream.

“You playing with your gorgeous tits in front of me isn’t helping the situation…” he trails off as his large hands make broad strokes on my shoulder blades, dipping under my shirt to cover me more and back up to my shoulders.

“I am not playing! I’m coating myself so my ginger ass doesn’t burn and I don’t have crazy tan lines!” I defend as he kneeds my shoulders. I let out a whoreish moan. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by someone who wanted something other than comfort or healing from me. My head falls back on Gabe’s chest, I didn’t realize he’d moved that much closer. He takes in a big breath, as he squeezes my shoulders in his bear mitts.

“You can’t go making noises like that, baby. It does things to a man. I don’t know if running stats in my head is going to help with you.”

“Cheeky bugger!”

He full on smiles at me and my heart skips a beat. His eyes crinkle and his cerulean depths light up with mirth. My breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat. Holy shitballs! Yeah, BIG trouble with this one. He places a sweet kiss on the back of my neck and removes his hands from my body. I miss his touch already. YIKES!

“Thank you, handsome,” I say.

“You’re welcome, baby. Can’t have this beautiful skin burning, can we?”

I blush a bright crimson. I’ve been complimented for my ability to assess and come up with a treatment plan for an athlete’s injury. Being a super mom, but not for my looks for a long time. I lean forward and take a sip of my beer. Sitting back up, I kick my feet up on the back of the seat in front of me. I reach forward to take off my flip flops, no wonky tan lines for this girl. As I lean back, dropping my shoes on the ground, Gabe places his hand on my thigh.

“Is this okay, baby? I don’t think I can go the whole afternoon with your legs on display and not touch you.”

“As long as I get to touch as well, Mr. Sex on a stick…” slips out of my mouth. Eeeep! Holy shit, that just slipped out of my mouth. I hide my face in my hands.

Gabe lets out a bark of laughter. “Mr. Sex on a stick, huh? Look who’s talking, gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you dolled up for dinner tonight.” I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Gabe squeezes my thigh and presses a kiss to the side of my head.

The game starts, he has his phone in one hand, making notes on different players. JJ and I cheer on our Giants, high-fives going around when they scored or made a great play. Gabe’s hand doesn’t leave my thigh until I need to take JJ up to the concourse to run around and let off some energy. I practically have to straddle Gabe’s lap to get out of the row of seats, his legs are so long. I have a leg thrown over his when he decides to stand up. I crash into his torso. His chiseled torso, sweet baby Jesus, the man is muscle on muscle. I bite my lip to keep another moan from escaping. His hands come to my hips to brace me.

“You okay, baby?” he smirks.

“No, you got up, you brat! I would’ve cleared your legs with no issue if you hadn’t moved, Kapler.”

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart, I’m not mad about it,” he winked at me.

“You’re a menace, Kapler. C’mon baby boy, it’s time for a bathroom break.” I grab JJ’s hand and lead him to the aisle and up the steps to the concourse.

“Mommy? I gotta go potty. I was having too much fun to go earlier,” JJ states as he does the potty dance.

“Okay, sweet boy, let’s get you to the bathroom,” I reply as we make a beeline for the lady’s room. He’s still little enough he can come in with me. Surprisingly, there’s no line, so JJ takes his stall. I wash my hands from the grimey feeling of repeated suncream applications. The stall door bangs open and JJ comes out like a shot out of a cannon.

“Whoa, buddy! Wash those hands please, then we can go back to the game,” I tell him with a laugh.

“Yes Mommy…” he groans. He washes as quickly as he can and heads for the door. “I wanna go back and sit with Mr. Gabe. He’s funny!”

Shocked, I ask him, “Are you sure, bud? You don’t want to get up and run around up here for a bit?”

“I’m good! Let’s go watch the game!” he exclaims. He takes my hand and pulls me back towards the section we were sitting in. JJ jumps down every step until we’re back at our row and Gabe.

“Hi Mr. Gabe! We’re back!”

“Hey little man, that was fast, I thought you wanted to go run around a bit?” Gabe asks him.

“Nah, I wanted to come sit back down and watch the game. Excuse me!” JJ blurts as he tries to bowl past Gabe.

Laughing, Gabe picks up JJ and deposits him on the other side of his legs. “Easy there, buddy. We still have 4 innings left. Don’t want you getting hurt.”

I swoon just a bit. He doesn’t have to be so sweet to my kid, but it makes me like him just a little bit more.

“Hey baby, you still mad?” Gabe asks.

“Not when you’re so sweet to my boy. But I guess I didn’t mind having full contact either, if I’m honest.”

“Well, I AM Mr. Sex on a Stick, so…” he teases as he stands up to let me past.

“You know damn well what you look like, Gabe, don’t act like you don’t know what you do to the female population.” I snark back as I ease past him, gently brushing my ass against his groin.

Gabe pulls in a quick breath, “Yeah, but I only care about what I do to THIS female of the population.” He drops his head and places a kiss on the side of my neck before I can scoot past him fully. I ungracefully sit back in my seat, returning to my previous perch. Gabe’s hand returns to my leg, his fingers stroking the skin of my inner thigh. The calluses on his fingers from years of playing ball make goosebumps pop up on my skin. I lay my head against his shoulder as he continues to take notes on his phone with his left hand. For some reason, I feel comfortable with Gabe. There’s no judgement coming from him, he’s a grown man who is comfortable in his own skin.

“So, you know what I do for a living, want to tell me a little about yourself, Analise?” he asks.

“I’m a 30 year old single mom, been divorced for about five years, I work as an athletic trainer that doubles as a physical therapist at Exos in Scottsdale. Live in Scottsdale, grew up in Tempe and went to school at ASU. My family’s still here in the Valley, lost my dad in ’07 and that was super hard because we were really close. My son’s named after my dad, one of the nicer things my ex suggested. That boy is the light of my life. What about you? I know WHO you are and that you played, but other than that, you’re a blank slate. Tell me about you, Gabe,” I reply.

“Well, I’m a 39 year old recently divorced dad of two boys. They live in California with my ex, but I spend as much time with them as I possibly can. They’ll be out here next week for spring break. Maybe we could get the boys together?”

“That’s a possibility, for sure. Gotta see how we click though, I’m super choosy about who I let into JJ’s life. His dad pays child support only because the Army makes him, and he spends very little time with him when he’s here in AZ for visits. You also live in LA and I live here. How would we make that work if we started dating?” I ask as I look up into his crystalline eyes.

He puts his phone on his leg, grasps my chin and says, “We play the Diamondbacks a lot. When we’re in Arizona, as long as I don’t have team stuff to attend to, I’m yours. I’d pay to have you and JJ come out to LA a couple times a month. There’s FaceTime, phone calls when we can’t video chat, we could make it work. And during the offseason, I’d come to Arizona a couple times a month to spend time with you. If it’s important to me sweetheart, I prioritize it.” His thumb comes up to stroke my bottom lip a few times and I can feel his eyes boring into mine through our sunglasses. I gulp.

“LADIES & GENTLEMEN, IT’S THE SEVENTH INNING STRETCH. IT’S TIME TO SING “TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME.” the stadium announcer proclaims.

“Mommy! Stand up!!!” JJ exclaims. I laugh as he jumps up and down. I put my feet down and stand up as Gabe’s hand falls off my thigh. I pick up my son and prop him on my hip as we proceed to sing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” The absolute joy I feel at sharing something I loved as a kid with my mini floods through me.

“Where do you want to go to dinner tonight, gorgeous?” Gabe leans down to ask me.

“I have no clue, handsome. Why don’t you find somewhere that looks good to you, I’m pretty easy,” I reply. JJ wiggles to get down, so I put him down. I sit back down, grab my water and take a drink. JJ’s buzzing with excitement.

“You okay, Monkey? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” I ask my son.

“Noooooo, I don’t want to!” he whines.

“JJ, do you need to go to the bathroom? Or do we need to go run around for a bit?”

“NOOOOO!!!” he screams. That’s my clue that he’s way overstimulated and we need to go before it turns into an epic meltdown.

“Thanks for the seats, Gabe. We gotta go before he melts down, but I’ll see you this evening. I’ll text you my address when I get back to the car.” I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. He turns his head toward me quickly and our lips meet in a gentle peck.

“I’ll see you soon, baby. Thanks for sitting with me,” Gabe replies.

“Sure, see you later, handsome.” I grab JJ’s hand and Gabe stands up to let us out.

“Bye, JJ, it was nice to meet you, buddy. Thanks for sitting with me,” Gabe tells JJ.

“Bye Mr. Gabe,” JJ replies with a sullen tone.

Walking out to the aisle, we march up the steps and out of the stadium.

“Do you want to walk back to the car or do you want Mama to give you a piggy back ride?” I ask my son.

“Piggy back ride!!!” I crouch down and he hops on my back. I stand and walk down to the parking garage at the civic center. I unlock the car and put my son in his booster seat. Getting into the car, I start it up, texting Gabe my address before heading home.

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