Miles was currently amping himself up for this baseball game today. He’s been playing for three years now, and planned to play in college. You, his uncle, his mom and his younger sister were all in the stands watching him. “You think we gonna win?” Miles had asked you with a raised brow, taking a sip from his water bottle. You and his family had on matching jerseys that said the number “42” on them. His little sister was cheering him on with her little Pom poms. “I appreciate the enthusiasm squirt.” He kissed her forehead.