Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 41

"BOTTOM OF THE NINTH! BASES LOADED!" His boisterous voice rang throughout the room. Odell and Massy had both returned back to California. Their home was occupied with a couple friends and family, Odell Sr and Sonny had finally landed back in town. Odell pulled his arm back as if he was playing in a championship baseball game then released the large whiffle ball.

"ODELL!" Massy screamed as she dropped the back to her side. "YOU JUST TRIED TO HIT ME! That's a automatic base!"

"WHAT!? AWWW GIRL AINT NOBODY TRY TO HIT YOU!" Odell leaned forward with a frown.

"THE BALL FLEW PAST MY FACE!" Massy put her hands over her face.

"IT FLEW PAST YO FACE BECAUSE IT WAS A STRIKE! YOU SHOULD OF SWUNG AT IT!" He argued with both his hands up. Odell's friend Ben and Jordan took advantage of the two of them arguing and began stealing bases. Touching the picture frame on the wall. Massy looked over, dropped the small yellow, and began running the route around the large open living room.

"GO! GO!"

"YALL CHEATIN!" Odell yelled out in frustration. He reached out and grabbed Massy by the waist pulling her into him. "You cheating." He hissed into the side of her neck then bit down at her skin.

"AWWW BOY AINT NOBODY CHEATIN!" She mocked his words. She pulled at his arms trying to release herself from his grip but his strength was no match. His arms grew tighter around her waist as he lifted her feet from the ground.

"All y'all some cheaters!" He pointed a finger at Ben and Jordan.

"How come we gettin blamed!? We was just following what she told us to do!" Ben said back defending himself.

"You ran by yourself! I didn't tell you to run!" Massy said back laughing.

"Look at y'all! Can't even stick together! Y'all make me sick!" Odell said shaking his head and walking back to the kitchen with Massy still in his arms. He eased her to her feet and picked the furry blanket up off of the counter and wrapped it back around his body. "What my mom say?" He asked looking down at her.

"She's gonna go! Just for the first week though, but it's the closest thing to that I have, without having you there, so momma Heather will do!" Massy said putting emphasis on the last word she puckered her lips at Odell and waited for him to press his lips to hers.

Odell smiled. "You're so adorable." He pressed his lips to hers then tossed another grape into his mouth.

"OOHH MY GOD! I almost forgot!" Massy's excitement caught Odell off guard as he watched her hoist herself up on the counter. He took his place in between her thighs. "So Jasmyne was all obsessed with wanting to visit UCLA..."

Odell frowned, then straightened his face. "Nope." He simply said. "Nope, no, no, nope."

Massy frowned and c****d her head back. "Whhhaaaa!? Why she can't go there!?"

"Cuz she going to LSU." Odell said nonchalantly, reaching over for another grape.

"You can't just make her go to LSU! That's not right!" Massy laughed back. "What's wrong with UCLA!?"

"It's not LSU! That's what's wrong with it! My little sister is going to LSU! My kids are going to LSU!" Odell held a very serious face as Massy c****d her head back with wide eyes, she clearly was not amused by her last statement. It was obvious that the college talk was going to be a very serious one when it came to their children.

"Whooo's kids!? My kids are going to UCLA!"

"My kids are your kids and OUR kids are GOING to LSU! We Tigers, you can keep that Bear s**t, that Bruins s**t over there." Odell said waving Massy off.

She began clapping her hands and counting at the same time, Odell immediately frowned already knowing what she was doing. "12345678 U-C-L-A! UCLA! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" Massy sang her school chant happily with confidence, enjoying her moment of college nostalgia.

"Don't you sing that trash in this house!" Odell hissed at her. Massy reached out grabbing onto his hands. "No! Don't touch me!" He began pulling from Massy but it was already too late, she clung to his body wrapping her legs around his waist. "You smell like Bruin spirit! Get off!"

"GIVE ME A KISS! I WANT TO KISS YOU!" She yelled forcefully pulling his head to her lips.

"NO! No mean no!" He shielded his face with his hand, and wrapping his free arm around her waist to support her just incase.

"I WANT IT! GIVE ME A KISS!" She continued laughing an hanging from Odell's muscular body.

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"What's your name pretty girl?" Massy asked as she bent at the knee becoming eye level with the small girl.

"Isabella!" She answered with a shy smile. Her small voice could hardly be heard over all the stadium tunnel commotion. She nervously held a black sharpie with her little hands.

"Would you like me to sign something for you?" She nodded her head quietly as Massy reached out for the marker, she scribbled her name across the back of the small girls USA jersey.

"What did you want to tell her Isabella?" Her father hinted out loud as Massy replaced the cap of the marker. The small girl smiled but looked up at her father in hesitation. Massy patiently waited as she got up the courage to speak.

"We.. We have the same dimples!" She finally said sounding proud of herself.

Massy couldn't help but smile, looking at how cute she was seeing her eyes light up. "We do!?" Massy teased, she grabbed the small girls chin and turned her head to the left then turned her head to the right examining the girls face. "You know what Isabella? You are absolutely right. We do have the same dimples! You know what that means?" Isabella shook her head in excitement. "It means you're special."

The girls smile grew wider as Massy pulled her into a hug then posed for a photo. The small girl grabbed her father's hand as security lead them out the tunnel. A somber feeling rushed over Massy, her palms began to sweat watching the little girl with 'Arias' written across the back of her jersey walk hand in hand with her father. Massy pressed her lips together and looked down at her hands then wiped them dry on the sides of her shorts, she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall and continued walking out the tunnel onto the field.