I glanced at the other dugout again. "...can I go talk to him first..?"
Coach Leroy nodded. "Don't spend too much time on it though. You need to warm up properly no matter which team you're on."
I nodded, understanding. Then I hurried to the dugout entrance and headed for the other dugout, hoping Zeke would see me.
He did. Almost like he knew I was going to panic. He exited his dugout and met me behind home plate.
He looked down at me. "Scared?"
"Nervous." My hands drifted to my stomach, holding it. "You won't leave?"
"Why would I?" He asked.
My eyes narrowed. "I thought you or Rhys would be in my dugout..."
Zeke flashed me a small smile. "I'm still here, watching your every move. And, you know Coach Leroy. He's a great coach and a good man. He won't let anything happen to you."
I slowly nodded. "I know...I just..."
