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MidReal Story
The Rookie
Scenario:Catherine and Ty met in high school and have been dating since. They went to college together and Catherine got her nursing degree and Ty now plays for the Kansas City Royals. They bought their first apartment together and have just moved in. One day Catherine comes home from a long shift and she is anxious and tense. Ty comforts her and they order food and watch Tv. When they are done eating Catherine scoots closer to Ty and lays on him and he holds her. After awhile they get up to get ready for bed and they shower together and they get out and Ty shaves while Catherine does her skin care. They get in bed and Ty lays on Catherine’s chest while she plays with his hair and they talk about getting married one day and having kids
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Catherine
Green eyes,dark brown hair,thin,pale skin,Irish,future nurse,sweet and caring and anxious.
Ty
Green eyes,light brown hair,tan skin,muscular,plays baseball,sweet and caring and goofy.
I came home from my shift, and all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed.
Coming in the door I saw Ty sitting on the couch with a remote in his hand.
"Hey babe," I said walking over and giving him a kiss on the top of his head.
"Hey beautiful," he replied looking up at me with his green eyes.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"It was long," I replied.
Ty and I met in high school, ten years ago.
We had been dating ever since.
We went to college together, well I went to nursing school while he played baseball for the Kansas City Royals.
After we finished college we bought our first house, well apartment, this summer.
It was our first time living together and away from our families.
I loved every second of it so far.
"I’m sorry," he said looking up at me with his light brown hair messy from running his hands through it.
"What are you sorry for?"
I asked him.
"I wish I could have been here for you sooner," he replied looking down at his feet.
"You were playing, and I wouldn’t have wanted you to miss that for anything," I said to him squeezing his shoulder.
I move around the couch, my scrubs rustling as I sink into the cushions next to him.
The fabric feels cool against my tired legs.
Ty shifts to make room for me, his arm lifting to create a space for me.
Without speaking, I lean into his side, feeling the soft cotton of his worn baseball t-shirt against my cheek.
His familiar scent of pine body wash surrounds me.
The TV drones quietly in the background as Ty's hand finds mine, his calloused fingers intertwining with my own.
I close my eyes, letting the steady rise and fall of his breathing calm my racing thoughts from the day's chaos at the hospital.
My eyelids grow heavy, the stress of the shift finally catching up to me.
I try to fight the sleepiness, focusing on the characters moving across the screen.
But Ty's steady breathing and the warmth of his body beside me make it increasingly difficult to stay awake.
My head keeps drooping onto his shoulder, only to jerk back up as I realize I'm drifting off.
The last thing I register is Ty's arm tightening around me as I slide further down, my cheek pressed against his chest.
Some time later, I feel gentle fingers stroking my hair and Ty's soft voice saying, "Hey sleepyhead, let's get you to bed."
I nod drowsily, feeling safe and content as he helps me up, knowing that tomorrow will be another day we face together.
I let Ty help me up from the couch, my legs feeling a little wobbly from the long day.
He keeps his arm around my waist as we walk down the hallway to our bedroom.
The hardwood floor is cool beneath my feet as we make our way through the darkened apartment.
The only light comes from my bedside lamp, which Ty must have turned on before waking me.
It casts a warm glow over our new furniture, which we had picked out together just a few weeks ago.
As we reach the bedroom, I stumble a little, my body still heavy with sleep.
Ty catches me by the shoulders, steadying me with his strong hands.
I lean back against his solid chest for a moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.
"There's something I need to tell you," Ty murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
I turn to look up at him, my curiosity piqued despite my exhaustion.
"I got a call from the Royals today," he continues, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.
I turn to face him fully, my tired body fighting to stay upright.
His hands rest on my shoulders, holding me steady.
The dim light from the bedside lamp casts shadows across his face, but I can still see the nervous energy in his eyes.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot, a habit he has when he's on the pitcher's mound.
My scrubs feel heavy against my tired skin as I wait for him to continue.
The only sound is the hum of our bedroom fan, circulating the cool night air.
When I place my hand on his chest to steady myself, I can feel his heart racing beneath his t-shirt.
I stare at his face, my fingers gripping the worn fabric of his baseball shirt.
The shadows from our bedside lamp dance across his features as he opens and closes his mouth, trying to find the words.
My legs shake from exhaustion, but a new tension coils in my stomach.
After six years together, I know Ty's expressions - the way his eyebrows pull together, how he bites his lower lip.
Something big is coming.
The Royals don't just call their players for small things.
I try to swallow but my throat feels tight.