Pope, Whitley, Marks, and Danny grew up like siblings but this closeness between Pope and Whitley was just a little different. No one knew, the closeness they shared but them. But when Pope’s dad died, and they had to leave base living they moved to Walton, Texas. That's where he met the other three. His mom’s goal once they saw Pope’s potential in baseball was to get him to the majors. Never anticipating that she wouldn’t be around when he made it. Here he had just finished his first year in the major league, and his mom had already been gone three years.
And in all that time he hadn’t been home except for the funeral. After the last game, he had already made plans to go back home a close up loose ends. See what shape the house was in and reconnect with his friends, and truly thank them for everything from supporting him to being there for his mom. However, the night before he had brought home a regular f-k buddy, Mallory who told him, a few things. One that her biological clock was ticking, not to worry she wasn’t offering up her uterus. At least not to him, she had gotten a better job offer, and she was taking it.
But she told him she noticed him with the children at the fundraiser, and how he would make a great dad one day. But he needed to make sure she wasn’t just sexually compatible, but could also be his best friend, and then marry her. That made him think of the one girl who had meant the world to him and had been his best friend, Whitley Mae Belington—Whit. He did remember how different she looked—stunning. Just as beautiful as the women he’d been with over the past few years. You wouldn’t have known it when they were younger, since Whit covered it all up under baggy clothes.
Except that last night, the night before graduation, which he missed because he had to leave for training camp with the Triple-A team, the Syracuse Mets, in Upstate New York. In fact, she was picked on, and just a week before that night, she was told she’d be holding her V-card forever by Sadie, a girl who liked him. Whit made him promise not to touch her, and he assured Whit that her nasty ass wasn’t his type. “John Gregory Paul” also remembered telling her to hold onto her innocence, because whoever got to love her was going to be the luckiest prick on the planet.
She told him she wanted it to be him. “So, I’m gonna go to college a virgin because you can’t do with me what you’ve done with countless others?” I started to object, but she held up her hand, stopping me. “I’d never let you go out of here like that.” “We’re best friends, Whit.” “And that’s why—” She stopped and shook her head. “Never mind. I’ll just ask—” “I don’t want to hear what undeserving piece of sh-t you’re going to ask to bust your cherry—” “And I’ll never tell,” she huffed and began to walk away. Instinct kicked in, and he grabbed her hand to stop her.
She turned and looked up at me, soft eyes full of anger when they caught mine. They changed right in front of me as she quirked her brow in challenge. “Say please.” Her face screwed up. “What?” “Say please.” “Fine, please.” “Let’s go then.” When he leaned in to kiss her, she pulled back. “Just the sex part.” “You need to relax, or it’s going to hurt.” “Pope, just do it already.” “Say ple—” “Seriously?” I nodded once. “Please.” Things changed after that. We texted once a week for the first couple of months, then just once a month, and then on birthdays.
Then, Mom got sick. Whit was in nursing school. She noticed Mom had a cough that lingered. Whit was the one who insisted she go to the doctor. The diagnosis? Stage four lung cancer. She never smoked—ever. He flew home anytime he had more than a day off. When he wasn’t there, Whit, Danny, and his aunt stepped up in a big way. The day he got the call that the treatments were no longer working, and that hospice was being called in, he left the team to be with her. That was when he realized Whit and Danny were together.
The Mets took him back, but he played two more years in the minors, and he had just finished his first season with them. Pope hasn’t been home since Mom passed, and that was three years ago. When Pope wakes up in the morning, he’s in a foul mood. He blames Mallory and Turner for sending him on that trip down memory lane, but the truth is that he’s been putting off things he’s needed to face. It’s the off season. He has no real plans until the exhibition game in Vegas. There are no more excuses for not going back to Walton to take care of what he left behind.
The First Methodist Church of Walton, a place they spent every Sunday after moving there. The place where he met Whit, who lived with her grandparents. Last he heard, her grandfather is still the pastor, and her grandmother, Mildred, still plays the piano every Sunday and leads the choir that his Mom sang in. This should feel like home, yet it didn't. He pulls into the cemetery and follows the road that leads to the farthest row back, where Mom was laid to rest under the biggest tree on the property, with Dad’s ashes inside her casket, just as she wanted it.
Gregory and Bianca Paul, Beloved parents. “Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. Sorry, I haven’t been around. Life’s been busy. I’m stopping by to tell y’all I finished my first season with the Mets. That wouldn’t have happened without either of you. I know you would have been there if you could have. Swear to God, I looked for y’all.” “I miss and love you more than I could ever imagine. Thank you for being my parents.” I hope I’m making you proud.” Whit is now an RN and what’s near to her heart is helping women get out of abusive relationships.
Chloe was finally ready to leave and York was there to take her statement but before she and Whit could get back into the room she had picked up his call, so she was dressed when they entered. York tells Whit not to sweat it. She has Whit still check on the safe placement for Chloe. Then York called Marks the Sheriff and told him about, “Charges weren’t pressed, but Spud is heading to Walton Med to pick her up. I’m gonna guess he won’t pass a breathalyzer.” “Evil genius,” Whit whispers, and she winks at her.
“And I’m gonna guess he has a taillight out.” Marks chuckles. “Good work, York.” “You secure a safe place for her to stay. I’ll take her to get her clothes after Marks cuffs that piece of sh-t and tosses his a$$ in the drunk tank.” See how this case brings the four friends back together. And when a lie comes out and a truth is revealed Whit can’t believe she allowed the riff to happen. See the romance unravel but not without some suspenseful moments.