Mechanic’s Home Run by Nikki Bloom

Hazel came right out of left field,
and so did her unexpected pregnancy…
All I did was fill up for gas and there she was.
Grease smudge across her cheek.
Overalls and an old band tee.
Hair in a messy bun.
But, oh, that smile. It got me the second I saw it.
If I wasn’t so much of a gentleman, I would have pushed her onto the hood of the nearest car and well…
I’ll let you fill in the blanks.
Just know that I was thinking about it, too.
For a whole season.
The next thing I know it’s off-season and I’m riding in her pickup truck.
All of a sudden, she’s proposing.
Talk about a curveball.
But hey, that’s why they call me an MVP.
I can hit those curveballs right out of the park.
But this wasn’t some throwaway game in Spring Training.
This was game seven of the World Series.
But will she be there to witness my grand slam?