Baseball Annies WAGS P2

Baseball Annies Wives and Girlfriends part two

Catcher78 All Rights Reserved

Author's Notes: This is my story it belongs to me, you cannot copy it or sample from it. This is a true story that I lived through I've changed the time and names, but it happened.

We first met Carol and Jackson here:

Yolanda thank the Lord lived with us through the end of the season. The morning sickness was bad and I got huge so fast. Jackson had an off day and we met with the pediatrician. Her name was Heather Richardson and she was wearing a pride tee shirt. She saw Jackson and said, "You're Jackson Monroe, my wife and I were watching that game when you got hurt. Dirty play, you fucked him up good."

I giggled. They both looked at me with surprise, "Don't you love baseball, "I said, "Everybody loves it!"

She said, "Both my wife and I played college softball, for Cal State Long Beach. She's really tall and was a great pitcher and I was a short stop. I was a freshman when we met, she was a senior. She was an All American."

"She went to UCLA med school and I died when she left. I transferred to UCLA and had to sit out a year. I was not going to let some cheerleader steal her from me. My mom went nuts, good little Catholic girl and all that shit while daddy was fucking anything that moves. Jenny is a pediatric surgeon, she's pregnant, my brother donated for us."

She bustled about a little spark plug of a woman, she was humming to herself and she pulled the ultrasound cart over and rolled my pants top down and pushed my blouse up. She rubbed this goop all over my tummy and fiddled with some dials.

She had this chord with a doohickey on the end of it and you could hear this waa-waa sound, then she kept moving it around all over my tummy and the sound changed a couple of times. Then she put it right over my innie and the sound changed to like an echo chamber and she looked at us with this huge smile.

"Your mom said you had some other kids?"

Jackson said, "Three girls and one boy."

She looked at me and said, "Do you have a big house?"

I shrugged and nodded yes.

She had this huge grin on her face when she said, "Room for three more?"

Jackson pounced from his chair, kissing me, exclaiming his love for me.

I called Sandy and told her and she now had two kids and her wife had three. Yolanda would keep me sane and the house going.

The next morning we were having our meal at eleven thirty, chicken stew with garlic, chilis and yams with white rice. Our babies loved the food and all of it was on their tee shirts, on their face and we were all happy with the news. My love for Jackson and my kids consumed me. I knew I had to not neglect Jackson. He was limping this morning.

The smart phone in my back pocket buzzed. It was a 419 area code, which was Toledo. I had not talked to my parents in over fifteen years and was not the reunion type, according to Sandy my parents were divorced now and that's all I know. I answered, "Hello?"

A quiet voice said, "May I speak to Carol?"

"I'm Carol, how may I help you?"

She said, "Hi 'punkin, a little birdie said you're adding to your already large family."

I slid to the floor and started blubbering and said, "Mama, they're so beautiful, three girls and a boy and Jackson is wonderful. I miss you so much, I pray for you every day."

She was crying, "You pray for me?"

I said, "Every damn day, " and we were both laughing and crying.

"Mama do you know how to facetime?"

"I do," and then the window to accept the incoming call popped up and I accepted it.

I was weeping now and I said, "It's me, mama."

She looked the same, her dirty blond hair had streaks of white, she was in her mid-fifties and might have had a face lift and her nose was fixed from where daddy had broke it.

I said, "Good job on the nose mom."

She giggled and said, "You should see my new girls."

I raised my eyebrows, "She said, you can't leave that world, your daddy is in prison in Columbus for armed robbery and assault, for different robberies. Forty years, parole in thirty. He gave me permission to divorce, which in turn meant he had protection. He took the fall and didn't rat on anyone."

"I have been with Johnny for ten years, actually I've been with him on the side since you were in high school and you and Sandy had to get away. The family does not like that with girls."

"So you're safe? He doesn't make you do shit, like when you were with Daddy?"

She said, "No Johnny loves me. We're married, he was a widower, his kids love me."

It just felt wrong, ten years with him and I was under the protection of Sandy's boss, who was a thug and Johnny was a thug, different families but she's been talking to Sandy. His kids love her?

"What's it like being a mom again?"

She said, "I'm a way better mom, the second time around."

I said, "When did you last see Sandy?"

She responded, "We usually go to Vegas twice a year, you know, the Holidays and it's so nice there in the fall."

I said, "Jackson's with the San Francisco Giants and I can't be seen nor there be any connection between your world and his, really, I haven't talked to you in what sixteen years, now? Please convey to Sandy that same thing. No, wait, I'll do that she'd been nice to me, "with that I hung up and blocked her.

I got off the floor, some combination of anger and sadness at what felt like a very long term betrayal. I said, "Honey, I need to talk to Sandy for about ten minutes, okay?"

I waddled into our bedroom and called Sandy. She picked up immediately, "Hey, how did it go with mom, "she questioned.

"Well, good and bad I guess. I had not talked to her in sixteen years. She's got another set of kids, hey when they come out and see you and the boss and your kids, what did you think of her kids and what's Johnny like?"

Sandy did not respond, I could hear her breathing.

I went on, "Were you afraid I'd steal her from you, Sandy?"

Crickets.

"Sandy, thank you for giving me a chance and safety so I could be the boss's highest earning whore on the coast. But here's the deal now, Jackson loves me, my kids love me. Let me tell you I know what love is and what it isn't. I will not let the world that you and your mother live in, by being a bitch for gangsters jeopardize my marriage and family. I can't have any connection to you any further. Do not try to contact me, don't visit me. Not a fucking thing. Have a nice day Sandy."

The Chronicle did a column on Jackson and how well inside baseball thought about Jackson and how he made players better and more comfortable they were in the show, than before. He was described as a "hitter's whisperer", examples of players whose slash lines were way beyond career levels, especially on base percentage, pull hitters driving the ball from foul line to foul line, a career backup catcher, put in to play regularly due to an injury to the regular player, an all star and for three quarters of a season hit just above.355 with an on bag of.442 with twenty two home runs. The pitchers loved him, he blocked everything and threw people out, he framed pitches and kept them in the moment.

Best of all he got a big contract with the Rangers and they won the World Series.

Then MLB Network reached out to Jackson's old agent, who had not talked to him, since he'd been hurt and asked if we'd be okay to be on their morning show Quick Pitch, not Jackson, but "us". I was petrified that they'd find out my past, my family.

Jackson, could read me like I was a comic book. "I am nowhere without you Carol. Just hold my hand."

It took about forty five minutes. They sent some San Francisco people to our house the morning of the interview and they set up these boards to reflect light and then five different bright lights and three separate small video cameras and a large screen. When they were interviewing us on split screen we could see Jackson and I on split screen and the hosts on the other side of the screen. At one point they were talking to Jackson about the hitter-whisperer bologna and my hand was on my tummy and he reached over and his huge hand was on top of mine which caused me to melt into him, as if I could get closer, but I tried.

There was a new talking head and she was talking to me, "When did you know that you loved Jackson?"

She was maybe twenty years old, twenty two at the most and I did not like her, at all and this came out kind of softly, but her mouth and eyes opened wide as I responded.

"Kiss a few more frogs, baby, " I said, "When 'sumpin else shows up, you know immediately. As boys go, he's a man."

She tried to recover, "Jackson you're adding to your family, how do your children get along with Carol?"

"Well, "he said leaning forward with his tablet and it was a picture of Jeb and his sisters sprawled all over me, "they call her mama. As girls go, she's a woman."

It was like she'd been knocked down twice in a fight, but she crawled to her feet and said, "We've not seen anything official, but are you expecting, "she asked while Jackson's paw was gently rubbing my baby's home.

Jackson beat me to the punch, "Triplets, my goodness. Thank goodness for my mama who adores Carol."

She was down for the count, as one of the guys took over and thanked us for the time. Yolanda had made some Tamale Pie with ground beef and pork and froze several dishes of them. All I had to do was put some foil over the top and put them in the oven at four hundred Fahrenheit, at the end sprinkle some Cotija cheese on top under the broiler, then serve with pickled onions and Fritos on top. We had rice pudding with raisons and hazel nuts, Jackson would be seriously happy. My man loved rice.

My phone blew up. Jeri Batche called me, within minutes, "Jesus, Carol I love you and Jackson, you guys stood that bitch up, can't wait to see you both, " Jackson listened, "We just being us Jeri, I couldn't love him more if I tried, "and I started to sob, Jackson added, "Thanks Jeri, say hi to Bob."

Yolanda got the kids down for me with a wink and I dragged Jackson down to the basement rec-room and into the spare bedroom. I said, "Baby, it was all I could do during that interview to take your beautiful dick out let you throat fuck me on camera, then what about a titty fuck," I lost my focus as I was rubbing that long thick fuck tool and continued, "Baby be my backdoor man again, some people are turned on by fucking pregnant women, huge tits and all. How about you honey?"

His shorts were down in a few microseconds and there was that gorgeous dick, and my cooze felt like a fire hydrant in Toledo on the fourth of July. My lips were halfway down to his glorious nutsack, between my hands and my lips I was going to suck him off and he warned he was close and bobbed faster and I rubbed his taint and he came and I could not swallow fast enough, semen spilling down my chin and dripping down my chin and onto my titties. He never got soft and then he fucked my cooze, for a long time from behind and my face buried in a pillow as my arms gave out, Jackson held my hips up as he pummeled me into a multi-orgasmic, boneless pool of jelly.

After the day off, it was back to baseball days eleven thirty main meal with the family before Jackson went to the ball park, it made me wonder what we'd do when the kids were in school, two years for that. I made meatloaf with mushrooms gravy, (Campbell's Golden Mushroom soup), Arborio rice with black eyed peas and granny smith apples and English cucumbers in a lemon juice and dried oregano salad.

The longest road trip of the season followed starting in Miami versus the Marlins, Derek Jeter was one of the owners, Jackson said he was so over rated as a player, told me that Alex Rodriguez was the best player he ever played against, then they were supposed to play the Tampa Rays for four games, then a day off followed by a stupid two game series in Atlanta against the Braves and four more with the Mets. Twelve games in fourteen days including travel.

They had a day off when they got home and the team had a dinner for the coaching staff with some of the executives and the owners. Jeri was the first person to greet me and gently hugged me patting my back. I leaned into her and said, "I wish you were my mom."

For the rest of our time in baseball, she was.

We sat by Jeri and Bob and two of the front office guys, with girlfriends. They were talking about statistics and a new way of looking at hitters and launch angles and other mumbo jumbo. Out of nowhere Jackson pounced and said, "That's all bullshit, if you're early you have the same fucking swing and depending on where the ball is, up down, in or out is where it goes. If you fuck with somebody's swing, move their hands to get to a better launch angle, you're in their head and their head needs to be empty, you know Zen and the heart of baseball."

Bob burst out laughing and I heard this cackle behind me and Jackson jumped up and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Mays."

"No problem son, the idiots are ruining the game, "he paused and I felt his hand on my shoulder and he continued, "I saw you two on TV, you're a lucky man Jackson."

I clambered out of my seat and said, "You're so kind Mr. Mays."

He patted my shoulder, gave me a double wink and walked to the front of the room where the owners were sitting. I looked at Jackson and he looked at me and shrugged. So I met Willie Mays.

Things got a little weird. Jackson's old agent Jerry Phillips, called and talked with Jackson and told him there was a lot of buzz about him getting a job as a manager and that the first contract was important to not be an interim manager at all and he must get at least three years guaranteed and how Jackson had to understand everything about the minor league system.

Jackson had him on the speaker and Jackson, responded with a simple, "Why?"

The response surprised Jackson, "Everyone thinks their organization sucks, but they have the best minor league system in baseball, they suck up the middle and have not had a catcher, shortstop or centerfielder worth a shit since Dan Wilson, Arod and Ken Griffey Jr."

Jackson said, "They have this monster catcher who played for Everett named Cal Raleigh, switch hitter with power and an absolute cannon for an arm."

Jerry said, "Anyone else?"

Jackson said, "There's an eighteen year old kid playing center field from the Dominican, a total freak, six foot five, two fifteen, runs like the wind and power to all fields, Julio Rodriguez."

Jerry said, "They might be interested in you."

Jackson said, "Nope, no way."

Jerry responded and said, "Lloyd McClendon managed them."

Jackson was back at him, "Different ownership group, GM is an idiot, the managing partner is a racist."

"How do you know that?"

"Lloyd's my friend. Blacks in baseball are an endangered species. We all talk. If I'm in the discussion at all it's as a stalking horse to get the guy they're really interested in to take a cheaper deal. But I'll tell you what, put a contract together between you and me and show me two other manager's contracts you've got, black out their names, but not the dates and I'll sign with you. It would do me good to be in that dialog."

The dialog happened and Jackson's name was in the baseball news, from MLB Network to the Sporting News and not to forget ESPN.

At thirty four weeks, during a routine visit to my pediatrician, she said that we had to go have some babies, she was concerned about some crowding and how the smallest heartbeat was acting. Jared was our name for him and his two sisters were Annie and Isabella.

They used an epidural and I had them via cesarean section. Jared was out first and the chord was around his head and they dealt with that and he was crying and it did not take long for his two sisters to be out and they were all immediately swaddled and shown to me and were in their premature area with these wonderful women hovering around them. Jared was right at four pounds and Annie and Isabella were each an ounce more.

Annie and Isabella were identical twins, while Jared was fraternal. I had two eggs.

I was amazed at how my body started lactating. They had me express milk which they gave to my babies.

Yolanda was a god send and then Jeri was there. Bob and Jackson were in the organization meetings in Phoenix and flew home late at night.

End Part two.

Coming soon Part three Jackson gets his shot.