Chapter 762 - V2 ch234 (Procedure) (1/2)

Noah was great at catching. His reflexes were quick no matter how fast Kyle threw. He knew the standard pitching signals so there was clear communication between the two. After thirty pitches, Kyle switched with Dave. Kyle went off to the side and started doing squats, probably to build up leg strength.

I watched them all. Observing the differences and changes that the twins were working on in their pitching was like a mental game for me.

Occasionally, I would see a very good pitch and wonder if I would have connected. Then I would see an easy pitch that I could probably hit out of the park. I didn't say much and just steadily watched until Zeke brought us lunch. I guess he and Dad had to leave at some point and brought back fast food since Mom was working an open house.

It was a good feeling to return some normalcy. No camps, no teamwork needed, and no real sense of schedule. We just did what we wanted until it was time to move on.

Dave kept his word, driving us to The Cages in the afternoon. He chose to stay with us, taking a few rounds in the cages himself. He wasn't great like Garret, but he did have a steady swing. I think if he worked on it, he could easily be a better batter on our team. Guess he just likes pitching more.

Monday followed the same routine of the twins practicing their pitching. Noah and I running on our own. And Dad and Zeke finishing up on the closet, while Mom continued to work away from home. Dave took us to The Cages again while Kyle chose to meet up with Marie.

Tuesday morning was different though. It was the day I got to have my scar removal laser treatment.

Everyone had showed up to the table for breakfast, giving me the feeling that we were going to school or something.

”Are you nervous?” Dave asked me.

I shook my head. ”Not really.” Then I thought about how the doctor would have to see all my scars out in the open. ”Maybe a little.” I put my bagel down, not feeling so hungry anymore.

”You're making him nervous.” Noah accused Dave. He looked at me. ”Are you sure you don't want me to come?”

”I'm sure.” I nodded. If I could, I'd go alone. I'll have to settle going with Dad though.

”We'll all be home, waiting for you.” Mom smiled at me.

I scrunched up my nose. ”You don't have to.”

”Jake will probably need rest afterwards.” Dad said. ”Let's not overwhelm him.”

”What do you think I should make for dinner?” Mom asked.

Dad looked to me. ”What do you want to eat tonight, Jake? You get to pick.”

”Soup.” I said.

”What kind?”

I shrugged. ”Any kind. I'm not picky.”

”Do tomato soup and grilled cheese!”

”Potato cheese soup with cornbread!”

”No, no, clam chowder! It's been so long.”

Noah and the twins started to argue over what soup should be served tonight for dinner.

Mom knocked against the table. ”Jake gets to pick.”

All eyes went to me.

”Umm.” I pointed at Dave, picking his suggestion. ”Tomato soup with grilled cheese.”

”Yes!” Dave pumped his fists.