Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

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I was on my feet every single time Beckett stepped up to the plate. My heart had never worked this hard before not like this, not for anything and somehow it had never felt more alive either.

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The Brighton City Reapers won five to one. Two home runs and three base hits from Beckett alone. By the time the final out was called, the reporters were already swarming him at the edge of the field, microphones out, cameras focused on his face. Nobody was going to argue with the obvious. Beckett Hale was the story of the night.

He’d shown something out there that I don’t think even the die–hard Reapers fans had seen before – that he wasn’t only untouchable on the mound. He could do damage everywhere. The man was a legend, and tonight, he made history again.

The interview played out on the wide screen above the field. Most of the Amber Wolves supporters had already started clearing out, filing toward the exits with their fallen expressions. I didn’t blame them. Two consecutive losses at home weren’t something you stuck around to watch get replayed.

I watched Beckett on the screen. The reporter was asking him about the game, but something was off. He looked more rattled standing there in front of a camera than he had facing down the opposing pitcher. His answers were fine – polished, even – but his eyes kept drifting toward the VIP lounge, scanning the glass as if he were looking for something he’d lost.

Then the interview wrapped up. The reporter went to step away, but Beckett caught her arm. Said he had something else he wanted to say.

The reporter sought approval from behind the camera before she lifted the microphone to Beckett again.

That’s when I felt his gaze cut straight through the glass wall, landing directly on me. Not searching anymore.

He found me and said my name.

Quietly, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, and still building the courage to do that. And then- on live broadcast, with people still in their seats and however many more watching at home – Beckett Hale asked a question I never thought I would hear from him, ever!

“Andrea Wilson, will you be my girlfriend?”

Like a fan who heard her Hollywood crush call her name, Lila lost her mind.

She grabbed my arm with both hands and started shaking me as if she were trying to get the last drop of juice out of a carton. The grip was bruising. I remember thinking, distantly, that the pain meant this was real.

“Answer him!” she screamed into my ear, ruining my eardrums.

I stared at her, giggling. “How? I’m up here, he’s all the way down there -”

She was already on her phone, browsing the screen, with the focus of a hero trying to save the world from ending.

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“So?” he said.

That was it. Just

– So.

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My throat closed up completely. I nodded, which was useless, and I knew it was useless, but my body had stopped taking instructions from my brain. Then Lila pinched my side–sharp enough to make me yelp- and hissed that he could see me through the glass.

Right. The glass.

I made myself breathe. “Yes,” I managed to croak, barely above a whisper. Probably the smallest yes in the history of the world.

On the wide screen, I watched his face change.

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He didn’t whoop, pump his fist, or do anything dramatic. He just stilled. Like the answer had knocked him in the head. And then this slow, stunned smile broke across his face, pure and unguarded in a way I’d never seen on him before.

He said something brief to the reporter, handed the phone back to the pitching coach, and disappeared into the dugout.

I stood there with Lila’s phone still pressed to my ear, heart hammering, Lila making sounds beside me that I was pretty sure only ghosts could hear.

I didn’t know what happened next. I just knew something had shifted, and there was no going back to whatever we were before tonight.

My knees gave out the moment the call ended, and I feel my head spiralling to nowhere. I dropped back into my seat, and Lila – bless her – pressed a cold can of beer into my hand instead of water.

I stared at it. “Really, Lila? Beer?”

Trust me,” she said, “you need that more than water right now.”

I couldn’t even argue. My throat was so dry that even rainwater would look appealing to me. I cracked it open.

Lila pulled her chair close and started talking–something about Beckett, about tonight, about how she’d always known, had I noticed the way he looked at me during warm–ups, did I want to talk about how I was feeling – and I sat there humming and nodding at what I hoped were the right moments, because my brain had fully checked out. What’s inside my head was just static, buzzing static.

Then the door burst open, jump–scaring Lila. Me? I didn’t even flinch. I was so shocked by Beckett’s question that I thought nothing would surprise me tonight.

Beckett’s huge frame loomed over the door. Still in his uniform, still streaked with infield dirt, sweat drying at his tea His eyes swept the lounge in one quick pass and stopped when they found me.

My legs had absolutely no intention of working. My throat wasn’t doing much better. I just sat there, can of b staring at him like an idiot.

He stepped inside. Lila rose from her chair, smoothed her jacket, and murmured. “That’s my cue

without another word, pulling the door shut behind her with a quiet, deliberate click

And then it was just us.

Beckett crossed the room and stopped in front of me. Still a little wide–eyed Sul for a long moment, and then slowly–he grinned,

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“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back, grinning, too.

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He folded himself into Lila’s vacated seat so we were side by side, close enough that I could feel the warmth still radiating off him from the game. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and turned his head to look at me.

“Did you hear my question?” he asked. “Out there.” A beat. “And did you mean your answer? Because Lila can get a little – he searched for the word “enthusiastic. Especially when she’s excited. I wouldn’t put it past her to have coached you.”

A small laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I shook my head no.

“She didn’t coach me,” I said. “She just pinched me hard enough to leave a mark.”

His mouth curved. “So you meant it.”

I nodded. I hadn’t even had to think about it, not really. It wasn’t a decision I’d made on a calm day while I was sitting under the shade of a big oak tree with a clear head. I’d just followed the feeling in my gut and the words my heart was screaming for me to say, and said yes.

“Yes,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “Yes, I agree to be your girlfriend.”

He held my gaze for a moment, as if he were making sure this was real and I was not an imposter. Then he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his hand staying at my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

He pressed his lips to mine, softly and unhurriedly. Like we had all the time in the world, and he wasn’t in any rush to spend it any other way.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. Outside, somewhere down the corridor, I was pretty sure I could hear Lila screaming, ‘It’s about damn time.

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