“So long as I’m not stuck on your team, bloodsucker, I think there’s a chance that I might have a good time today!” Jacob sniggered as he came forward holding Meghan’s hand, her hood up to keep her hair dry.

“No worries then,” I smiled. “You’re on Demetri’s team.” Demetri’s head snapped in my direction as Jacob stared openmouthed between the two of us before snapping it closed.

“Sure. Sure. Like I said, anything’s better than being stuck with you.”

I cocked my eyebrow and asked, “Even being on a team with someone who has never seen a baseball game let alone played it?” I laughed as his smile wilted slightly. “Good luck, dog!”

I walked over to Sam and Emily and held out my hand. “Mind being on my team, Sam? You can play second base.”

He nodded and turned back to Emily scooping her into his arms and kissing her thoroughly before following me to the center of the field where Carlisle was busy placing the base markers. “Emmett, you can pitch and Esme, you can catch.” I headed to outfield as I was the fastest. “Seth! Jared! Take first and third,” I called.

I watched Jasper pull Demetri aside explaining all the rules and positions to him.

This is supposed to be fun? It must be the effects of living on animal blood. Beyond absurd…Childs play…Out in the rain.

Jasper was up to bat first and Demetri studied his every movement and position in an attempt to make up for his lack of experience.

Emmett pitched and Jasper nailed it, the ball sailing towards me like a bullet. I put on a burst of speed and caught it about a mile out.

Demetri picked up the bat uncertainly, much to my pleasure. Do not let me miss. Do not let me miss. I am over two hundred years old and will not be made a fool of by these childish vampires.

The ball soared right past him into Esme’s waiting hand. Well damn! I barely even saw that coming. He looked in my direction and I tried to stifle my smile. Look at him smirking. He thinks that I am an imbecile and that I will not be able to play this ridiculous game. It is not a ball-it is his head. Not a ball-Edward’s head. He continued reciting to himself while analyzing Emmett’s every move.