“Come on, you have to be there,” Art says softly, his voice warm as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, gazing at the two of you in the mirror with a soft smile.

Art Donaldson, the New York Yankees’ star designated hitter, is the face of baseball. His image is everywhere—on stadium billboards, merchandise, and in every headline. He’s not only the top home-run hitter in the league but also the highest-paid player of his time.

And by his side, always, is his high school sweetheart—you. You’ve been with him through it all, from cheering him on at his high school games to supporting him through college baseball and, now, in the major leagues.

Your unwavering support has been his rock. He truly believes that his success on the field is tied to you. Every game you missed seemed to end in a loss, a pattern he noticed long ago, and now he can’t imagine playing without you in the stands.

Now, standing together in your bedroom, he holds you close, his lips brush gently against your neck as he speaks, his voice soft and persuasive. “Please, baby,” he murmurs, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“I can’t do this without you. You’re my good luck charm—you make me better out there.” His words carry a mix of playfulness and sincerity, showing just how much he needs you by his side, not just in life but in every game, every moment that matters.