When Love Meets Mr. Baseball

Chapter 5- I'm Sorry

Kristy POV

"Everyone take your positions on the field, Catchers head over with Coach Paul, Batters and field players head to Coach Dan. The pitchers head over with me. Mr. McCann will circulate around to each group to give you all some of his time today! Work hard boys, show him what you got!" I instructed the boys then blew the whistle for them to head out.

Assistant Coaches Paul and Dan headed straight to their section of the field to ready for practice. The boys all started grabbing their gloves, throwing back on their baseball hats and running out of the dugout. I followed out after the last them with Mr. Baseball himself right on my heals.

"Ah, should I follow you, Coach Kris?", Eric questioned from behind me.

"Why don't you start over with Paul with the catchers, then you can cycle around to Dan with Batters and field positions at the break", I instructed him.

"Oh I thought I'd start with you and your group, then you could walk me around, yeah know, too advise me on each group", determining tone echoing in my ears.

"My way will work just fine. My Assistant Coaches can advise you just as well", as I flashed him a smile to show him I was holding my ground.

Right then my son Bryce came running over to me,

"Excuse me Mom, I mean Coach, sorry Mom I keep forgetting not to call you mom here", as he lowered his head a little embarrassed.

Although he's my son, I still like him to call me Coach when we're at baseball. I want him to stand out on his own. He's really good, one of the best pitchers and the youngest of them all at that. For the rest of the boys it just makes it easier for him to call me Coach as well. I reached up with my hand and shook the top off his head in top of his baseball cap,

"It's ok bud, mistakes happen, what did you need?", I reassured him.

"We were wondering if you wanted us to begin arm stretches first while we wait, we didn't want to start if you wanted us to wait", he asked shyly.

"Yes, go ahead and begin the arm stretches. I'll be right over in just a sec, " I gave him a pat on the back as he nodded his head and ran back over to the group of pitchers waiting.

"Sooo, wait, you are a Mom of one of the boys?", Eric asked with what appeared to be a very shocked and confused expression on his face.

"Yes Mr. Baseball, I am his Mom. So you were partly correct earlier, you just didn't give me a moment to finish the part where I was also Coach Kris. You just carried on assuming", I sarcastically answered back at him while smirking.

"I need to go get started with the pitchers, they are patiently waiting and this is cutting into their practice time", as I turned and headed over to the boys that were already warming up with their arm band exercises.

"Ah yeah, I'll head over with Paul and get started to", he responded after me, but I was already turned and walking towards the boys.

I just put my hand up and waved in acknowledgment.

I couldn't help myself, I partly turned to look back at him. I don't know why, to get a glimpse of him again or maybe to see the back side of him? He had just turned and started walking so he didn't catch me looking. It gave me a moment to watch his perfectly tight a**. Am I actually staring at him and his a**!? I can actually feel myself getting wet... down there. I haven't done this before and why now with this man, Mr Baseball, that I am not interested in, at all.

I didn't have quick enough reflexes, he turned back and caught me staring. I quickly whip around and start jogging over to the boys. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes at myself for being so pathetic. I actually got caught staring at him, by Him. None the less, actually made me get wet. What is this man doing to me, no other man has tested my hormones like this and here he is in one day testing everyone of them!

Focused back on the boys, after they completed their arm stretch exercises, I moved them on to stage throwing into the pitchers net. They have to stay at didn't positions for 5 pitch, then back up from the net to the next position, starting the 5 pitch again until they've hit 60ft. This is just part 2 of the practice for today. This will help warm the arm up for heavy pitching later in practice and will be working on accuracy for the strike zone.

I have a baseball bat with me at pitchers practice because I like to go stand by the pitching net as if I'm a batter. Both right handed and left handed. One thing pitchers struggle with is getting an opposite side batter up to the plate. Seems to throw them off and couldn't throw strikes for the life of them. I teach them the skills to over come this and be able to handle either side with accuracy. I don't mind getting up there and taking a ball, better me then one of the boys I suppose. They have to learn and I'm not afraid, something I instill in them. Have no fear.

As I'm standing up by the pitching net, bat up and in full position to swing as they pitch into the net. I practice swing and even flinch swing to give them the real feel of a batter. I just keep getting this feeling like theirs eyes on me. Yes I know of course the boys, they should be, I'm up here with a bat so don't hit me! But it's more of a feeling of distant eyes.

I start to look up with my eyes only, scanning around. Is someone here? Then my eyes land on Mr Baseball... staring strait at me.

"Waap", the ball hitting the hole in the net sounded. drawing my attention back.

"Nice one!", I smiled at Ethan who was the one I was working with at the moment. Then brought my head back to Mr Baseball to see if he's still staring my way or was it just coincidence.

As my head went his direction, he turned his head and took his attention back to Paul. I went back to focusing on Ethan pitching. Then that feeling hit me again...I rolled my eyes up and yup, there he is again staring. I looked away, maybe it's my imagination. Moments later I rolled my eyes back up and again he's staring right at me! What is he doing? Maybe he likes pitching. That's got to be it, he's really not checking me out. For all I know he's analyzing everything I'm doing wrong! Ah this man!!

I took the chance inbetween Ethans pitches to change sides and now go back too to Eric. I can't keep getting distracted by him. I need to focus on these boys here and pitching. I'm going to end up taking a ball if I don't. But even after a few moments of being back too, I have that feeling someone watching me. Damn, he's still staring?

I finished up with Ethan and moved on to finish up with Bryce and the other 2 pitchers. It's now time for their 10 minute break to grab some shade and water. I pulled out my whistle and gave it another blow, catching Eric staring straight at me. The look on his face looked like he was gritting his teeth as every muscle in his face tightened. I wonder if he's not enjoying himself, I'm sure there's many other places he'd rather be being such a celebrity and all.

Paul and Dan also blew their whistles right after me to ensure that all the boys around the field heard and would come in for break. Eric face wasn't bothered by their whistles, he had begun walking in already with a smile now plastered on his face. I swear this man's emotions were a roller-coaster ride.

The boys all crashed on the benches inside the dug out while grabbing their water and gaterade bottles. I walked up to Paul and Dan, where Eric was marching in toe with them.

"How they doing today guys?", I questioned Paul and Dan, happening to notice that Eric had stepped around to now be standing inbetween me and them.

"Excellent! Right on Mark Coach!" Paul expressed.

"You'd be impressed Coach, they really have full effort today!", Dan exclaimed with a giant smile on his face .

"Awesome, great to hear, I'm so proud of them .. but what else is new, I usually am!", grinning ear to ear, my boys were amazing today. Dang right they are! Take that Mr. Baseball, how's that for a female coach!

I went over beside the dugout where I'd set down my water bottle earlier to grab a quick drink before break was over. In mid chug I hear that arrogant tone from behind me,

"Um, so you married, boyfriend? Just curious if your boys father would be stopping by practice today?".

I chocked on my water, litterly chocked a little on my water for a second, holding my hand up to my mouth as some actually came out. Did he really just have the guts to ask me that? What the actual heck!? My personal life isn't something I talk to strangers about. I just happened to look up and see Paul and Dan snickering with each other. Oh great, now they've heard him, just what I need, a razen from them. Could this day get any better.

Putting on the best smirk, I replied, "Not today he's not, but thanks for asking such a none of your business question. And my boy has a name, it's Bryce!"

His face went pale, mouth feel open and I think I captured a moment of silence from Mr. Baseball! Finally.

"Ok boys, let's hit the field for second half of practice! Hustle, Hustle!!", as I clapped my hands together.

All the boys put down their drinks and grabbed their gloves again, running back to their practice positions. Dan and Eric began walking off to take their station on the field as Eric was now spending time with him and the boys in his group. Paul leaned into me before heading out,

"I think someone might have the hots for you", he whispered in my ear, then looking at me giving me the raising eyebrows.

"Oh please, you know how I feel about baseball players, hell, men in general! He can keep on walking... I'm not interested ", shaking my head at him.

"Mmm, whatever you say Coach", as Paul threw his hands in the air as a surrender. He turned and headed to the field.

I quickly turned and headed back to the pitchers for the second half of practice. No more loosing focus, what a disaster today was turning into. I definitely didn't want to continue to give Eric any wrong impression, not that I thought I had already. This man was really full of himself, geez, it's like women throw themselves at his feet or something. Well actually Kristy they probably do, that was dumb. Aahhh, stop thinking about him, what do you care if they do, he's not your problem.

The second half of practice passed by quickly. We were now headed in for our second 10 minute break to then head into our third and final half of practice for the day. The heat today was intense, I stepped off to the side of the dugout to where there was shade lifting my shades up on top of my head giving my eyes a break in shade. I bent down forward to stretch out my back and legs, touching my toes with my finger tips. As badly as I wanted to sit, I wasn't going to, so this was the next best thing to make me get through the last half of practice.

"Ahem, you struggling Coach Kris?", and there was that arrogant voice again. Could he not see I was busy and leave me in peace.

I remained there a few seconds more and then slowly raised myself standing upright again, only to have my eyes lock onto his. Oh no... what just happened, I litterly just became lost in the most beautiful crystal blue orbes I have ever laid eyes on. I can feel my mouth going dry and my mind is blank. Worst of all, there it is again, the feeling of getting wet down there again. Come on Kristy, pull out of this quickly!

"Not at all, just getting started! How about you Mr. Baseball, you going to make it to the end?", I sneared back at him with a smirk.

"Never been better actually, I could look at this all day long, ", his smile so bright that I think Im officially soaked down there now. Did he really just hit on me?? No he must have ment the boys, baseball, yeah that's it, just the scene in general. I really need to stop over thinking things.

This entire time we never broke eye contact. Why couldn't I look away damn it! I really needed this day to end, maybe I just cut it short, no I can't do that to the boys because I can't control my hormones. Just finish this and I'd be fine, never to think about it again. Simple.

"Coach, Breaks up, you ready?", Paul questioned me, making me finally shake my head breaking eye contact with Mr. Baseball. Phew, thank goodness for Paul.

"Yes! Ready boys, let's finish out strong and then we'll gather back for questions for Eric at the end!" , I instructed them.

Now my turn to be with Mr Baseball in my group, I had been able to push off all practice to the end. After that last encounter, my sunglasses were definitely back on! Here goes nothing, 45 minutes with him.