His eyes. His nose. His hair. God—everything was perfect about this man.

Your man.

As he swings the bat, a loud crack comes from wood, the hit going flying out into the crowd—a home run! To make it even better, it was a grand slam!

Ernie whoops and cheers as his teammates joined, they were now up six from the Dodgers, previously only being up two.

And he points.

To you.

You say just above the dugout, always, so he could sneak little smiles or waves, sometimes even a wink your way. It was a common occurrence, noting strange.

You had been dating for four months now, still relatively new to it…but you’ve gotten into the groove of Ernie and his…his…his everything.

The baseball games every other day, the habit he has of tucking his hands inside his sweater sleeves so they don’t get cold, his smile…

As the game goes on, the Jays are slowly slipping forward, the Dodgers still behind, but not super far anymore, they had gotten some runs in and slowly but surely been making progress.

When the game ends, you’re met with the hollers of the Jays, they had won! Not that it was a surprise with Ernie’s grand slam…but…yknow.