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Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
everything will be okay... i hope [-four-]
halo/beyoncé
sunday, december 5, 2010
Cassidy's POV
He's just so calm as he is still knelt in front of me, and I sit there like I've just been shot. Okay... so maybe I'm being a little over dramatic. I guess a better way of explaining how he made me feel, asking what he did, could have been like a tidal wave that had crashed over me. Before I continued on though, he moves himself up off from the floor and onto the edge of the bed. Sitting there giving me space, and resting his hands on his knees, waiting ever so patiently, unknowingly how much he really doesn't know me.
I wish I never had to keep anything like this away from him, but then again, I never thought that I'd ever have to tell him this.
"Baby, before I begin to tell you everything, you have to promise me to try and get some sleep. You have to go to practice in the morning."
"Babe... It's an optional practice..."
"No excuses Kane. You need to be there. I'm not going to be the one to hold you back."
"You know you don't hold me back."
"Please... just promise that you will at least try and that you will be going to the arena tomorrow morning to practice."
"Okay..."
"Good... And also you'll have to leave all questions you have for tomorrow."
"Alright."
I told him it all. I started off with something simple. I decided to start off with the truth of not exactly being born and raised in Chicago, like I told him when we first met. I told him that I was actually born in Vancouver, British Columbia, and that I was raised out in a small town on the BC coast. This then led to when I graduated from high school and moved out to Vancouver to start college. Not wanting to get into too much more detail than that, I just summed it down to this guy that I met and dated for awhile and that's why I'm now living in Chicago.
After almost an hour from when he came to bed, I told him that was everything. I could see that he didn’t quite believe it, but I couldn’t allow myself to keep him up any longer. So yes, his suspicion was right, I didn’t quite tell him everything, but wasn’t it enough? Because technically, I shouldn't have been telling him any it, but maybe one day I'll be able to tell him the complete and full details of my past, without the fear it lurking behind me.
Although I have a feeling that will depend on if or when he'll ever speak to me again after everything I just bombarded him with.
grenade/bruno.mars
sunday, december 5, 2010
Patrick's POV
Now that it’s been about three hours since she opened up to me. I haven't closed my eyes yet and the silence of this room is becoming too loud for my ears to handle. With new a heaviness now weighing on me I slowly manage to get myself out of bed and tip-toe around, grabbing a pair a sweats and a t-shirt, then I grab my duffel bag of practice gear from the bottom of my closet. I make my way to the kitchen and make myself a pot of coffee before I leave for the arena.
I grabbed my blackberry from the counter and texted Tazer to see if he was up yet. He probably won’t be, but it couldn’t hurt to see because I don’t know if I’m in any shape to be driving, even with a cup of good strong coffee in me.
My coffee was half way through brewing, when I get a text back from Tazer saying that he was awake and that he was going to head off the arena early this morning. I texted him back, asking if he could drive by and come pick me up on his way there. Almost immediately he texted me back, saying he would and that I should be outside in half an hour. Now my coffee is done brewing and I soon hear some faint footsteps coming in from the hallway behind me. I turn to look, expecting that it was her, but it was Dad.
"Hey son, what ya doing up so early?” rubbing at his eyes, “Your practice isn't for another hour isn't it?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"You're not fretting about what I said last night, are you? Because..."
"Dad," I cut him off mid sentence, "I couldn't sleep, okay. It has nothing to do with what you said last night. "
"You sure, it looks as though something is really..."
"NO!" again I cut him off, a little more sharply this time, as I pour myself some coffee into a travel mug, then I pour my dad a cup.
"It's just..." I pause, turning to hand him his cup, thinking again, this time more carefully about what I’m going to say.
"Dad... it's nothing. I just couldn’t sleep, okay. I have a lot of things on my mind right now." walking past him to grab my bag and made my way to the door. Without turning around, I mention over my shoulder, "I'm off to practice. Tazer is coming around to pick me up, so you could have my car to go pick up Mom from the airport. See ya in a few hours." And I left.
I didn’t have to wait long for Tazer to arrive, but it was sure a quiet ride to the arena. Nothing more than a greeting when I got in his car and radio tuned in on a local music station. When we arrived at the arena, we both went straight to the locker room. He went to out to the ice and I just continued to sit in my stall with my forehead resting on my hands that are enclosed around a small black velvet box.
I figured I would only sit in my stall for a few minutes, but those few minutes kept on becoming just another few more minutes. Soon all those ‘few minutes’ became three hours. I was some-what aware that most of the guys were coming in and out, they all greeted me, but then they just continued on getting ready for practice when I didn’t respond. The heaviness that I was feeling this morning is feeling even heavier now; I let my hands fall, rest my forearms on my lap and I slump over further. Practice has now come and gone and Tazer is sitting beside me in his stall. Oddly enough his words pull me out of my stupor.
“Hey... You’ve been sitting here for awhile, man. Practice is over.”
I slowly raise my head to acknowledge that I’m listening.
“What’s going on man?” putting his hand on my shoulder.
I turn my head to look at Tazer. I begin to open my mouth not really sure what I was going to say, but all that came out is, "It was all a lie... everything... it's all been just a lie."
"Huh? What are you saying man, you're not making any sense?"
"Her... its all lies."
"By her, you mean Cassie?"
Feeling the stab again in my chest again, knocking all the air out of my lungs. Her name, what I thought was her name, just the top of the mountain of lies.
"Yeah..." I barely breathe.
"Surely it couldn't be that bad."
"You don't even know the half of it Tazer."
"Okay, so can you guys just talk about it? Work it out together."
"It's not that easy."
“Okay, so...”
“She lied about who she is Johnny! She made me believe she was someone else!” I just blew up. I couldn't take holding it inside any longer.
“Whoa, dude what are you talking about?”
“She didn’t grow up in Chicago and her name isn’t Cassidy! It’s... it’s...” there’s a slight pause as I think back trying to remember what her real name is.
“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath at the realization, “I don’t even know what her real name is.”
sunday, december 5, 2010
Cassidy's POV
He's just so calm as he is still knelt in front of me, and I sit there like I've just been shot. Okay... so maybe I'm being a little over dramatic. I guess a better way of explaining how he made me feel, asking what he did, could have been like a tidal wave that had crashed over me. Before I continued on though, he moves himself up off from the floor and onto the edge of the bed. Sitting there giving me space, and resting his hands on his knees, waiting ever so patiently, unknowingly how much he really doesn't know me.
I wish I never had to keep anything like this away from him, but then again, I never thought that I'd ever have to tell him this.
"Baby, before I begin to tell you everything, you have to promise me to try and get some sleep. You have to go to practice in the morning."
"Babe... It's an optional practice..."
"No excuses Kane. You need to be there. I'm not going to be the one to hold you back."
"You know you don't hold me back."
"Please... just promise that you will at least try and that you will be going to the arena tomorrow morning to practice."
"Okay..."
"Good... And also you'll have to leave all questions you have for tomorrow."
"Alright."
I told him it all. I started off with something simple. I decided to start off with the truth of not exactly being born and raised in Chicago, like I told him when we first met. I told him that I was actually born in Vancouver, British Columbia, and that I was raised out in a small town on the BC coast. This then led to when I graduated from high school and moved out to Vancouver to start college. Not wanting to get into too much more detail than that, I just summed it down to this guy that I met and dated for awhile and that's why I'm now living in Chicago.
After almost an hour from when he came to bed, I told him that was everything. I could see that he didn’t quite believe it, but I couldn’t allow myself to keep him up any longer. So yes, his suspicion was right, I didn’t quite tell him everything, but wasn’t it enough? Because technically, I shouldn't have been telling him any it, but maybe one day I'll be able to tell him the complete and full details of my past, without the fear it lurking behind me.
Although I have a feeling that will depend on if or when he'll ever speak to me again after everything I just bombarded him with.
grenade/bruno.mars
sunday, december 5, 2010
Patrick's POV
Now that it’s been about three hours since she opened up to me. I haven't closed my eyes yet and the silence of this room is becoming too loud for my ears to handle. With new a heaviness now weighing on me I slowly manage to get myself out of bed and tip-toe around, grabbing a pair a sweats and a t-shirt, then I grab my duffel bag of practice gear from the bottom of my closet. I make my way to the kitchen and make myself a pot of coffee before I leave for the arena.
I grabbed my blackberry from the counter and texted Tazer to see if he was up yet. He probably won’t be, but it couldn’t hurt to see because I don’t know if I’m in any shape to be driving, even with a cup of good strong coffee in me.
My coffee was half way through brewing, when I get a text back from Tazer saying that he was awake and that he was going to head off the arena early this morning. I texted him back, asking if he could drive by and come pick me up on his way there. Almost immediately he texted me back, saying he would and that I should be outside in half an hour. Now my coffee is done brewing and I soon hear some faint footsteps coming in from the hallway behind me. I turn to look, expecting that it was her, but it was Dad.
"Hey son, what ya doing up so early?” rubbing at his eyes, “Your practice isn't for another hour isn't it?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"You're not fretting about what I said last night, are you? Because..."
"Dad," I cut him off mid sentence, "I couldn't sleep, okay. It has nothing to do with what you said last night. "
"You sure, it looks as though something is really..."
"NO!" again I cut him off, a little more sharply this time, as I pour myself some coffee into a travel mug, then I pour my dad a cup.
"It's just..." I pause, turning to hand him his cup, thinking again, this time more carefully about what I’m going to say.
"Dad... it's nothing. I just couldn’t sleep, okay. I have a lot of things on my mind right now." walking past him to grab my bag and made my way to the door. Without turning around, I mention over my shoulder, "I'm off to practice. Tazer is coming around to pick me up, so you could have my car to go pick up Mom from the airport. See ya in a few hours." And I left.
I didn’t have to wait long for Tazer to arrive, but it was sure a quiet ride to the arena. Nothing more than a greeting when I got in his car and radio tuned in on a local music station. When we arrived at the arena, we both went straight to the locker room. He went to out to the ice and I just continued to sit in my stall with my forehead resting on my hands that are enclosed around a small black velvet box.
I figured I would only sit in my stall for a few minutes, but those few minutes kept on becoming just another few more minutes. Soon all those ‘few minutes’ became three hours. I was some-what aware that most of the guys were coming in and out, they all greeted me, but then they just continued on getting ready for practice when I didn’t respond. The heaviness that I was feeling this morning is feeling even heavier now; I let my hands fall, rest my forearms on my lap and I slump over further. Practice has now come and gone and Tazer is sitting beside me in his stall. Oddly enough his words pull me out of my stupor.
“Hey... You’ve been sitting here for awhile, man. Practice is over.”
I slowly raise my head to acknowledge that I’m listening.
“What’s going on man?” putting his hand on my shoulder.
I turn my head to look at Tazer. I begin to open my mouth not really sure what I was going to say, but all that came out is, "It was all a lie... everything... it's all been just a lie."
"Huh? What are you saying man, you're not making any sense?"
"Her... its all lies."
"By her, you mean Cassie?"
Feeling the stab again in my chest again, knocking all the air out of my lungs. Her name, what I thought was her name, just the top of the mountain of lies.
"Yeah..." I barely breathe.
"Surely it couldn't be that bad."
"You don't even know the half of it Tazer."
"Okay, so can you guys just talk about it? Work it out together."
"It's not that easy."
“Okay, so...”
“She lied about who she is Johnny! She made me believe she was someone else!” I just blew up. I couldn't take holding it inside any longer.
“Whoa, dude what are you talking about?”
“She didn’t grow up in Chicago and her name isn’t Cassidy! It’s... it’s...” there’s a slight pause as I think back trying to remember what her real name is.
“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath at the realization, “I don’t even know what her real name is.”
Saturday, January 15, 2011
time to put on my brave face. [-three-]
***Okay, so this Chapter is quite lengthy, and I hope it makes up for the long wait.
Happy New Year!! Enjoy :)***
sunday,december 5 2010
Cassidy’s POV
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November 19, 2010
It's his birthday today! And we have to spend it in Calgary tonight with him playing a game against the Flames. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but I guess it wasn't part of his either. I'm so that glad though, after all my whining about going to watch them play tonight, I convinced him that I should buy my ticket so it could be my gift to him on his birthday. Plus I throw in a bit extra when we get some time alone together. He seemed to be happy enough just with that as his birthday present, saying that all he would want is me for his birthday. And I guess that's what he got.
It's been probably just over a week since I wrote but it was my birthday a few days ago and I (we-Patrick and I) spent it with a week in Havana, Cuba! I can't believe it! How could he have kept this a secret from me for so long? I had the best time and that was the best gift that he could have ever given to me. It was a great getaway. We'll have to take another trip like that sometime in the future. :)
It's his birthday today! And we have to spend it in Calgary tonight with him playing a game against the Flames. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but I guess it wasn't part of his either. I'm so that glad though, after all my whining about going to watch them play tonight, I convinced him that I should buy my ticket so it could be my gift to him on his birthday. Plus I throw in a bit extra when we get some time alone together. He seemed to be happy enough just with that as his birthday present, saying that all he would want is me for his birthday. And I guess that's what he got.
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July 11,2010It's been probably just over a week since I wrote but it was my birthday a few days ago and I (we-Patrick and I) spent it with a week in Havana, Cuba! I can't believe it! How could he have kept this a secret from me for so long? I had the best time and that was the best gift that he could have ever given to me. It was a great getaway. We'll have to take another trip like that sometime in the future. :)
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June 9, 2010Today's going to be a good day. I can feel it in my bones. Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals and I feel that we are going to be heading home from Philly with the Cup. It was a nail bitter of a game today, but my feelings were right. WE ARE BRINGING HOME THE CUP!!! (Thank-you to my man's OT goal.) And tonight, well... Patrick and I definitely didn't mind losing any sleep! Anyways, I don't think either of us actually slept until the next night when we were finally back in Chicago.
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February 14, 2010
I was so mad this morning. I woke up to no flowers, no chocolate, or no card. I was given nothing more than a kiss and a 'Good morning'. -After I put in so much effort into getting his gift.- And I know I told him I didn't want to make a big deal, but it would have been nice it get a little something. I even waited the whole day in hopes that maybe he just forgot that he got me something. After we got back to the hotel after their game against Columbus, we head back to the room I booked, and we ordered a bit of food as a late night snack. A bit later he tells to me that he made plans to hang out with Duncan and his girlfriend for a bit. But to my surprise he takes me to the elevator -when I know that she stays on the same floor that I do, all girlfriends do- then he walks to a door and opens it. There he opens to a room that's dimly lit by candles, with flower pedals everywhere and some more room service, champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries. It turned out to be the best surprise.
A 'un-Valentine's Day' as he called it.
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November 29, 2009
As much as I hate to admit this, I never wanted to fall in love. Especially not like this. And I sure as hell did not want it with him, but like a bad love song on repeat, he lures me in time and time again. But hell, you only live once. We are both young and stupid. I only moved to Chicago in hopes for a fresh start. I know I'm only running away from my past, but if you were in my shoes you'd probably do the same thing. I've heard it all before, 'No matter how far or how long you've been running, you past always finds a way to catch up with you.' so while I'm busy trying to forget it all... all of what I felt I had to leave behind me, -even if it meant cutting out some of those I still loved- I find something what I wasn't even looking for. Love. It was something that I never thought I'd find again. He was different. He taught me how to live again. I thought this could be it. And maybe, possibly this could last forever. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sitting up now against the headboard, flipping through the earlier entries of my journal. I may not have wrote in this book every day but it is the only thing that reminds me of all the good things in my life right now. Not only does looking back through it makes me smile but it also makes laugh. There are so many happy memories in here.
The funny thing is, is that this journal writing was something I never thought of doing before, but ever since that day I met him, it was something I felt I needed to record. He brought such happiness to my life. I don't remember a moment when I wasn't smiling when I was with him. All these memories, they were all things I wanted to remember forever.
So, then why the hell did he have to be so insistent about me going to the Vancouver game after the Flames game? I know that he wanted me there to cheer him on, but he also knows how much I hate that city! And it's not because of the rivalry between the two teams. It's because of other things. More complicated things.
Although he probably was so insistent because I was insistent about going to both the Oilers and Flames games just because one game happened to be on his birthday. Plus, I selfishly didn’t want to be in Chicago alone since I had been having some uneasy feelings and now taking a look back at what happened that weekend like the condo getting broken into and some of my things gets stolen, while none of his stuff gets touched.
As my mind continues to whirl, I begin to feel tears starting to well up in my eyes, knowing that my worst fears are catching up with me. I wipe my wet cheeks and continue to look blankly to the wall in front of me, then Patrick walks into the room giving me a little shock when he begins to talk to me.
“Hey…” he whispers and I feel some concern in his voice.
“What are you still doing up?” he asks as he stripes down to his usual bedroom attire, his boxers.
“What’s going on baby?” he continues again, as I still haven't given him an answer. He gets himself comfy in bed, putting his arm around me, and pulls me in closer to him. I lower my head a little trying to hide my tear stained face.
Now I really need to think of a way of how to tell him. He can't live like this anymore, and quite frankly, neither can I.
He gently now puts a hand under my chin, brings my face up so my eyes are looking straight into his. He brings his face inward and gently puts his lips onto mine. My lips quiver under his, and I hate that I feel that I can't kiss him back with the same kind of passion. Don't get me wrong, I still love him and I always will, but the demons of my past are seeming to be getting the best of me these past couple weeks.
So, in need for some other comfort, I pull myself away from his lips and lay my head on his chest in hopes that the soft, steady rhythmic sound of his heart would calm me. As I feel my lips begin to part, to give him the answer he has been waiting for, all that comes out and just barely is, "Everything."
He rubs at the back of my head and neck then putting his cheek down so it's resting on the top of my head, "I'm sorry babe, but could you repeat what you said, I didn't quite catch it."
"Everything." I repeat a bit louder this time, moving my head off his chest and my body slightly away from him, feeling a tiny twinge of fear from deep inside me. Sitting back up against the headboard, silent again.
"Babe, what do you mean by 'everything'?" he bit more alertly, sounding more awake.
"I mean, everything." I answer again, surprising him.
Now, he’s really awake.
Seeing Patrick’s reaction, struck a different chord fear into me this time. He may not have raised his voice or slammed down his fist but I still moved myself to the safe distance of a chair off the right corner of the bed. I bring my heels up to the edge and I wrap my arms around my knees. I feel guilty for feeling this way towards him, especially since he is nothing like that monster.
Now as we are both staring blankly at each other, he sits himself up against the headboard, and is about to cross his arms over his chest but decides against doing so, noticing me pulling my knees in tighter to me.
“Patrick… I’m sorry.” I can barely manage to whisper, seeing that he’s waiting patiently for me to continue.
“I wish I could have told you earlier.” I continue as begin to let my arms loosen a little from around my knees as I see he’s showing an eagerness to hear what I’m about to say.
“I… um… This never seemed to be something I ever thought needed to be brought up but considering the situation, I think I should.” pausing for his reaction again, nothing.
As I look into his eyes, I can only see some bit of sadness. Why should he? I though we agreed that we were people who wanted to wait for kids. I can't understand why he's acting this way. Does he really want a kid?
Taking a deep breath, I try to will myself to continue but as I look up to him, I lose my voice, letting my face fall into my hands now. Next I feel that he’s knelt in front of me, pushing back my hair that has fallen in my face, trying to get me to look at him. I don’t budge. Now he’s trying again, this time letting his hands rub my knees and up and down my outer thighs.
"I am so sorry for the way I acted towards you this morning. I was way out of line. I had no right yelling at you like that." he whispers to me, "I know this was completely off topic, but seriously I do feel terrible about the way I acted this morning."
Feeling that genuine emotion in his voice gives me a glimmer of hope that he just might understand, but in the end, I'm still the one who is permanently scarred. I'm damaged goods. And I feel so irreparable."It’s okay babe, you are okay, we are okay. We can get through this together.” he emphasizes every word, having one hand up on my belly, rubbing it gently.
Confused, I look down to him. I must have a seriously had a quizzical look on my face as he slowly and cautiously asks, “You are pregnant aren’t you?”
I’m stunned. Is this what he thinks this ‘everything’ is what I didn’t him. Wasn’t he even listening to anything I was just saying? That this was something that I never thought I would have to tell him and he thinks it was a baby?
"Baby… Hon, you okay?" moving one of his hands to my waist and the other lightly up on to my cheek to keep me looking at him.
"Huh? Umm, yeah…" running my hand through my hair, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out what I’m going to say next, that doesn't include me freaking out at him about bigger issues than a baby.
After another moment of just staring at each other with now even more confused looks on our faces, I finally find my voice again.
"I... Um... No." shaking my head, "I'm not pregnant." my voice breaking a bit.
"Baby..." I try to begin again, "What I wanted to tell you isn't about a pregnancy. Although I can see why you might think I was pregnant... like the way I've been acting recently, me acting like I'm crazy, always emotional, everything about me being out of character." I open up a bit more than what I thought I would, but still... I haven't got to the critical part yet. Taking in a deep breath, I continue.
"Well, first, a fact that you already know. Being my previous relationship leaving me feeling that I need to be a bit distant" I pause once more, this time to try and catch my breath.
"Yeah..." he cautiously agrees, trying to get me to say some more.
"Second..." swallowing hard with my voice breaking again, "My given name isn't Cassidy Fischer." I say wincing, waiting for him to get angry, yell, anything. But I notice no emotion at all and then all he says in a calm, steady voice is, "What else is there that I need to know?"
Sunday, December 12, 2010
all questions and no answers [-two-]
over/drake
sunday december 5 2010
Patrick's POV
All alone now I’m sitting on the couch, still a bit shell-shocked about the conversation that came up earlier between my father and I. How could he even remember such a look? It’s been over 17 years since the last time he saw Mom that way. I mean, really… beginning to shake my head like it is an etch-n-sketch board, trying to forget that kind of disturbing thought.
Could he be right though? Could she really be pregnant? If so, when...? Because she's on the pill and I always wear protection, so... how?
But another big question here is... Am I ready to be a father?
I'm in my fourth year in the NHL as a Blackhawk, and she's just starting her career in photography. I scored the game winning goal in OT against the Flyers to win the Stanley Cup, and she's constantly working on photo shoots, all around Chicago. As well, I won a silver medal in 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver and now she has to sometimes travel abroad for work.
Anyways, Cassidy and I, both agreed we'd wait to have children. Besides that, we both believe that we would need to mature a bit more before we would even consider bringing a new life into this world.
With all this baby talk, my head is just spinning. Now trying to think about something else, the break-in that happened last week, is coming to mind. It began to make me wonder though... Why was all my stuff left untouched, and why was it her stuff that was more important to the thieves? After all, she’s only a photographer.
Okay… I know that sounded awful, and I feel terrible for even thinking that and I’m not trying to say that her possessions or her career are not as important as mine, but it just leaves me curious. Why would they go through so much trouble into not getting caught, just for stealing a couple of things? Again with all this thinking, I’m left with more questions than answers and it’s just making my head hurt. But I have got to say, since we got back home from the game in Vancouver, she’s been acting different.
First there are her emotions that have been all up and down the scale... one minute she's happy, then angry, then sad, then angry again and so on. Then I have also been noticing she’s eating quite a few of oranges in the last couple days - this coming from the girl who told me she's not a big fan of them. - as well I have noticed in these last couple days that she has been getting up earlier than me, which normally never happens. And then... there was also what happened this morning when we were doing it in the shower. She kept moving my hands away from her breasts, not saying anything to me about why, but I went with it, since I couldn't argue about where she was guiding me to pleasure her.
Whoa…Okay… Now how did I just suddenly pick up on stuff like this? I guess, maybe, it was growing up with my mother and my three sisters.
Damn it, Dad! instantly comes running through my head as the pregnancy conversation comes back into thought. I heave a heavy sigh and I just let myself drop across the couch, so I’m lying on my side, with my legs draping over the edge.
Damn! Why did he had to bring it up? How come he couldn't keep it to himself?
As I’m still lying here I’m feeling that I’m beginning to nod off, and that my eyes are getting heavier each time I try to open them. I squint up to the clock across the room to see that it’s going on to 1:45 a.m.. So I guess I better head off to bed as I have practice tomorrow morning - well, I guess this morning - before the Calgary game.
Slowly I get myself up and make my way down the hall to the bedroom, and to my surprise, I find that the lamp on her side of the bed is on. She’s sitting up against the headboard, looking wide awake, and judging by those looks on her face, it looks as though she’s been crying.
“Hey...” I whisper as I’m stripping down to my boxers, “what are you still doing up, it’s 1:45?” pulling back the sheets, getting in under them, bringing an arm around her, then pulling her in closer to me. “What going on babe?”
Just closing her eyes, slightly lowering her head, ignoring my concern. I put a hand under her chin, and bring her lips up to mine in hopes she’d open up to me. Feeling her lips quiver underneath mine, I know for sure now that she has been crying. As she pulls away from me, she lays her head on my chest and whispers something. At first I thought she had mumbled 'nothing' as an answer to my question, but wanting to be sure that's what she said, I asked her to repeat herself,
"Everything." she repeats a bit louder this time, moving herself away, putting some space between us, she sits back against the headboard, silent.
Not again. I won’t let her try to avoid the subject any longer. No matter how tired I am right now, I want to know more behind what she meant by ‘everything’.
"Babe, what do you mean by 'everything'?" I ask, expecting nothing in response anyways.
I'm about to turn over and go to sleep when it seems she's not going to say anything, she opens up.
"I mean, everything." she answers, emphasizing every word, surprising me. Now I'm awake.
sunday december 5 2010
Patrick's POV
All alone now I’m sitting on the couch, still a bit shell-shocked about the conversation that came up earlier between my father and I. How could he even remember such a look? It’s been over 17 years since the last time he saw Mom that way. I mean, really… beginning to shake my head like it is an etch-n-sketch board, trying to forget that kind of disturbing thought.
Could he be right though? Could she really be pregnant? If so, when...? Because she's on the pill and I always wear protection, so... how?
But another big question here is... Am I ready to be a father?
I'm in my fourth year in the NHL as a Blackhawk, and she's just starting her career in photography. I scored the game winning goal in OT against the Flyers to win the Stanley Cup, and she's constantly working on photo shoots, all around Chicago. As well, I won a silver medal in 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver and now she has to sometimes travel abroad for work.
Anyways, Cassidy and I, both agreed we'd wait to have children. Besides that, we both believe that we would need to mature a bit more before we would even consider bringing a new life into this world.
With all this baby talk, my head is just spinning. Now trying to think about something else, the break-in that happened last week, is coming to mind. It began to make me wonder though... Why was all my stuff left untouched, and why was it her stuff that was more important to the thieves? After all, she’s only a photographer.
Okay… I know that sounded awful, and I feel terrible for even thinking that and I’m not trying to say that her possessions or her career are not as important as mine, but it just leaves me curious. Why would they go through so much trouble into not getting caught, just for stealing a couple of things? Again with all this thinking, I’m left with more questions than answers and it’s just making my head hurt. But I have got to say, since we got back home from the game in Vancouver, she’s been acting different.
First there are her emotions that have been all up and down the scale... one minute she's happy, then angry, then sad, then angry again and so on. Then I have also been noticing she’s eating quite a few of oranges in the last couple days - this coming from the girl who told me she's not a big fan of them. - as well I have noticed in these last couple days that she has been getting up earlier than me, which normally never happens. And then... there was also what happened this morning when we were doing it in the shower. She kept moving my hands away from her breasts, not saying anything to me about why, but I went with it, since I couldn't argue about where she was guiding me to pleasure her.
Whoa…Okay… Now how did I just suddenly pick up on stuff like this? I guess, maybe, it was growing up with my mother and my three sisters.
Damn it, Dad! instantly comes running through my head as the pregnancy conversation comes back into thought. I heave a heavy sigh and I just let myself drop across the couch, so I’m lying on my side, with my legs draping over the edge.
Damn! Why did he had to bring it up? How come he couldn't keep it to himself?
As I’m still lying here I’m feeling that I’m beginning to nod off, and that my eyes are getting heavier each time I try to open them. I squint up to the clock across the room to see that it’s going on to 1:45 a.m.. So I guess I better head off to bed as I have practice tomorrow morning - well, I guess this morning - before the Calgary game.
Slowly I get myself up and make my way down the hall to the bedroom, and to my surprise, I find that the lamp on her side of the bed is on. She’s sitting up against the headboard, looking wide awake, and judging by those looks on her face, it looks as though she’s been crying.
“Hey...” I whisper as I’m stripping down to my boxers, “what are you still doing up, it’s 1:45?” pulling back the sheets, getting in under them, bringing an arm around her, then pulling her in closer to me. “What going on babe?”
Just closing her eyes, slightly lowering her head, ignoring my concern. I put a hand under her chin, and bring her lips up to mine in hopes she’d open up to me. Feeling her lips quiver underneath mine, I know for sure now that she has been crying. As she pulls away from me, she lays her head on my chest and whispers something. At first I thought she had mumbled 'nothing' as an answer to my question, but wanting to be sure that's what she said, I asked her to repeat herself,
"Everything." she repeats a bit louder this time, moving herself away, putting some space between us, she sits back against the headboard, silent.
Not again. I won’t let her try to avoid the subject any longer. No matter how tired I am right now, I want to know more behind what she meant by ‘everything’.
"Babe, what do you mean by 'everything'?" I ask, expecting nothing in response anyways.
I'm about to turn over and go to sleep when it seems she's not going to say anything, she opens up.
"I mean, everything." she answers, emphasizing every word, surprising me. Now I'm awake.
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