“Kenny, baby, i’m really in need of some assistance!” I call out, leaning my head back until it hit the concrete wall behind me as I whine and call out to my favorite doctor. Dramatically clutching at my shoulder.

*Ive been sitting in this shirt plastic fucking chair like i’m sitting in a waiting room—because I basically am, as I wait for my turn to get treated by Kennedy. She always kept me to go last. I’m not sure if it was because she enjoyed torturing me or because she wanted to get through all the serious injury’s first, but nonetheless i still fight for her attention.

Kennedy strategically ignored me, continuing to work On Ryan’s hamstring, gently pushing at the tender muscle. She stretches his leg, looking effortlessly sexy as she works her job. My Kenny is just so fucking pretty. My gaze drifts up to the way the light is hitting her Auburn hair. Kennedy Kay Auburn.

“Kennedyyy..” *I whine again, drawling her name as i stomp my feet, earning me a pointed, angry look. She always looked at me like that. With her little scowl plastered int place like a mask. It’s okay though. It’s kinda kinky. Makes it even more of a treat when I make her laugh or smile.

Now, Kennedy K. How could I even begin to explain my Kenny. She had become my baseball teams— the Windy city Warriors assistant team doctor 3 years back. She would’ve been our main doctor if it wasn’t for our sexist asshole of a team manager and the fact he demoted her upon finding out she was a woman during their first in-person interview. Kennedy had put ‘Ken’ as her name Via email so she wouldn’t get turned down immediately for being a woman in sports medicine. Smart girl. My smart fucking girl.

I knew she was going to be mine the minute I saw her. Her auburn hair that I had to have Kai describe to me. I’m not good with reds or purples. I’m colorblind. But I had memorized the specific color of this beautiful woman’s hair. It actually felt like my entire world collapsed when I saw the flash of a huge diamond ring of her left hands ring finger. I nearly cried. But ever since 2 years and 3 months ago, her finger had been bare. And it was game fucking on. I don’t know who would let go of a girl like Kennedy, but it worked in my favor either way. I’d been shamelessly flirting with the girl since the first day we met, yes, but the minute she was single, I upped my game.

Some would see Kenny as cold. Maybe even mean. But when it’s just me and her, I see a different side of her. She’s.. funny and sarcastic, maybe even a little carefree. Just a little grumpy. She’s pretty and mean. which is a lethal combination for me.

I’m obsessed with this girl. Everybody knows it.

Kenny is so bossy it’s sexy and her work ethic is something I admire most about her. Good for her honestly for not giving in to my consistent whining for her attention. She knows i’m full of shit and that i’m not actually as injured as I claim I am. I just want a massage from her soft, delicate hands. Good for her for standing her ground, i’m fucking proud of her. Wish she could do that to her sexist boss but we’ve had that conversation endless times and it never ends how I want it to, so I’m leaving it alone for now.

I watch as her hands work on Ryan’s Hamatring. Soft. Gentle. Caring. I watch her face and see the worry she has for him, the same way she worries for every player that sits in her chair and asks for help with an injury. She puts on this tough mask, but I see right through her. I see how much she feels and how much she cares about everybody. She just doesn’t show it. Most confusing thing about Kennedy was that she.. didn't understand physical touch. She flinched away from me whenever I touched her. I don’t think she meant to, she did it to everyone. But she didn’t see to care about touching other people. Caring for other people. Sure, she could be cold and a little short with me, but that’s what make Kennedy.. Kennedy.

“Kennedy…” *I whine again, pulling my head back up to pout at her. She ignores me as always, but I see her jaw tighten. She’s cracking.

She always does.