It had been a while since everyone had taken off their jackets and were wearing white T-shirts. Everyone was sweating profusely after an afternoon of tossing and turning, and by now, they were standing in their places as requested.
The men batted last and stood at the last drop-off point.
Carlos looked at Micaela, 400 yards away, and it stuck in his heart, the way the girl shone on the sports field, the way she participated in any event to the best of her ability, her tied ponytail twitching with every movement like a tingle in his heart.
The only thing he regretted today was not being able to hug her after she won first place. Seeing her so happy made Carlos’ heart swell with joy, and he wanted to hug her when he was happy, but he knew that if he dared to hug her in front of so many people, she would be very angry.
With the sound of the starting gun, the relay race began.
Once again, the crowd erupted in an incredible roar of cheers.
The first two bats were led by students and the third was given to the actresses.
Micaela and Alba were nervous, excited and thrilled.
-Micaela, I’m not going to leave you! You have to go for it.
Micaela nodded vigorously.
-Let’s all go!
The 2nd battalion was already on the march and the situation was still in Micaela’s favor. Probably because of the idol effect, as the two students in this group were playing simply superb and had a lead of more than 10 meters.
Moises and Romina’s group was not bad either, coming in second place.
Micaela was ready to receive the baton and the man handed it to Micaela, who held it firmly and immediately ran forward.
Then it was Romina, and a few seconds later, it was Alba.
Micaela ran forward with all her might.
She didn’t want to be perfect, nor to be the first, but she had to try her best.
Carlos’s mouth dropped open as he watched his little wife run towards him, her hair tied back at the nape of her neck in an updo that added to her overall vitality.
Her face was red, her gaze so determined, her sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks, her forehead and her neck, after a day of exercise, obviously a bit messy, but to him she looked so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful, running towards him, step by step, running towards his heart….
Micaela was about to run in front of Carlos, clinging to first place, but Carlos was still standing erect, looking at her with loving eyes, unwilling to take over, Micaela was so anxious.
“How can you just stand there, one wrong move can make you fall behind!”
She held out her arms, waiting for Carlos to rush to catch her, but Carlos didn’t even raise his hand.
-What’s wrong with Mr. Aguayo, why isn’t he ready to take over, is he too tired? -The presenter spoke hesitantly.
Eric also looked at him.
“What was Mr. Aguayo’s intention, he is clearly about to win first place, why isn’t he moving?”
Ernesto’s eyes were also fixed on Alba, looking at her seriousness and feeling his heart full of emotion. The memories of being able to play with her, it was so precious!
He ran into view and Ernesto picked up Alba’s baton and ran quickly towards the finish line.
Moises was furious, he had a good first two bats and with his strength, he could have taken first place in this round, but Romina got the last run!
“What a silly teammate!”
The whole arena was looking at Carlos and Micaela, what was she going to do?
Micaela had gotten to within an arm’s length of Carlos when he finally raised his hand, but instead of holding the baton, he grabbed Micaela’s arm, pulled on it, reached down and stopped her and lifted her up!
The area was buzzing.
They watched as Carlos grabbed Micaela in a hug and ran toward the finish line!
Eric grimaced.
“This Mr. Aguayo, don’t be so good at showing love!”
The whole audience gasped at this image, as expected from Mr. Aguayo! It was a very handsome and manly gesture.
Micaela was still clutching the baton in her hand, feeling like she was dreaming, and in a matter of seconds she was in Carlos’ arms!
To keep him from being so tense, she put her hand around Carlos’ neck.
Micaela was still panting, but her big eyes couldn’t take her eyes off Carlos for a moment. He was running fast, his body was hot, his eyes looked straight ahead with determination, his arms were strong and held her so firmly that she wasn’t worried about falling.
Sweat slid down his forehead and down his cheeks, pooling on his chin and dripping down Micaela’s body in the refraction of the sun’s glistening rays….
Micaela’s heart was beating so fast that she could not hear the shouts of surprise from the entire audience, she could only see Carlos, and only hear her own violent heartbeat….
-Our Mr. Mancebo is the first to reach the finish line and Mr. Aguayo comes with Micaela in his arms! Well, Mr. Aguayo managed to finish second, and in third place was our Moises, who could have done better, but his first race was not very strong, which is a pity! -the presenter narrated, without giving the respect to Romina.
The match came to an end after a minute.
Alba walked slowly towards the finish line, panting but unable to stop smiling and really admiring Carlos in her heart.
Ernesto instantly felt that the victory was too much for him, Carlos was carrying the weight. He looked at Alba and lamented in his mind that if he had also thought of running with her in his arms, would she have been happy too?
Carlos carefully lowered Micaela, who was blushing, her heart was still beating so fast she was afraid to look at Carlos.
Moises leaned back on his knees and gasped, looking at Micaela who was blushing like that, how nice it would be if she blushed for him!
Carlos, a truly formidable opponent, so formidable that the others were intimidated by him, suddenly he also knew that his chances of winning were practically nil, but his motto in life was to never give up until the end!
As long as one has one’s heart set on Micaela, then one must be brave enough to go for her.
The presenter approached excitedly, holding the recording device and bringing it closer to Carlos.
-Mr. Aguayo, may I ask why you just ran with Micaela in your arms? If it wasn’t for that move, you could have run first.
Carlos looked at Micaela and said:
-I didn’t want to leave her there alone.
This is probably, in the world, the most beautiful words of love…