Chapter 16
Disco Dan let the boys enjoy the day in the Big Apple. I was packing up all of Scott’s new toys and my clothes when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Jordan sheepishly standing with his hands in his pockets, looking extremely hung over.
“So I see you got home alright?” Jordan stated, but raised his voice at the end making it seem like a question.
“Yeah, yeah I did.” I said vaguely, leaning against the door. I just wanted to get this over with so I could go back to lounging around and watching TV with Scott. I haven’t had one of these days in a while.
“I’m sorry about last night. I won’t let it happen again. But you did miss a fucking great time.” Jordan promised. I knew he was trying to be sincere, he always had the right intentions, but he could never keep them. That was always a large problem in our relationship, whether he promised he wouldn’t flirt with his old girlfriend Jen or if it was promising to pick me up after lacrosse. He just couldn’t do it.
“No, it will.” I said dryly.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Since when have you become such an uptight ass? I used to have to carry you home from parties.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Trust me, if I had that freedom I would still be doing that. Unlike some of us, I’ve learned how to grow up and accept my responsibilities.
Jordan opened his mouth as if he were going to argue with me, but changed his mind. He stood at the doorway awkwardly for a few minutes. “Can I see Scott?” He asked. Nothing bothers me more than the fact that he thinks he can go out and party all night, and then play house with Scott and me. He was going to have to learn how to compromise better.
I eased the door shut more, leaving only a crack. “No, sorry. He’s sleeping.” I fibbed. What Jordan doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt him.
“Tell him that I love him.”
“Will do.”
Jordan lingered in the doorway. “You need anything else?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “No, I’m good. See ya. Don’t forget to be ready by eight.” He reminded me.
I sat on the floor next to Scott where he was sitting up and pushing his favorite toy car in front of him. “Daddy wants me to tell you that he loves you.”
“Da-da?” Scott asked.
I forced a smile. “Yeah, your daddy loves you. I know he doesn’t always show it, but he loves you more than anything else in the world.”
“No.” Scott said shaking his head. “Ma-ma.”
“That’s right, Scotty. I love you more than any one else!” I said laughing and picking him up. I turned him upside down and began tickling his feet. Scott shrieked and laughed until I sat him back down on my lap.
“Shh..Scooby-Doo is back on.” I told him.
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The great mood that Scott was in the morning was long gone. He was kept up during his nap because of his teething problem. To make this worse, he was so cranky he wouldn’t feed, which makes any bad mood into a terrible mood. By the time I had to meet Jordan and the team in the lobby, he was fussing and not cooperating to anything. Jordan was talking to Marc, Max, and Vero and Olivia was texting on her phone. The stark differences of our outfits showed how much we differed in personalities. To go to the airport and catch a flight, she was dressed in skinny jeans, heels, and a low-scoop tank-top. Meanwhile, I was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and an old lacrosse sweatshirt from high school. I was lucky that I had a chance to drag a brush through my hair and put on some mascara. I had Scott glued to my hip and was trying to juggle a baby bag and suitcase. Max came over to help me and tried to take Scott out of my arms. He reacted by letting out a loud cry and grasping onto my sweatshirt. Instead, Max took the baby bag.
“Seems like he wants to stay with his Momma, I can see why. She’s very beautiful.” Max said winking at me.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jordan asked peering at Scott as I hoisted him up higher.
I shrugged. “He’s just in one of his moods. If this boy doesn’t get his sleep and food,” I shook my head, “then we’re done for it.”
On the bus ride over, I tried to get Scott to settle in enough so he could sleep. He ignored my attempts though, fussing the whole way over and throwing any toys that I tried to entertain him with. I was able to take my shoes and earrings out in security while still holding him, but I knew I couldn’t go through with him. I sighed, this was going to be difficult, he was in one of his clingy moods. I looked around for Max, figuring he would be the best candidate for dealing with a moody baby.
“Here, let me take him.” Jordan offered, surprising me. He had already gone through security and was putting his hat back on. Jordan reached to take Scott out of my arms and I expected the same reaction out of him as when Max tried to take him. Instead, he went out of my arms and into Jordan’s without a problem, actually almost happily. I fought the twinge of jealousy flaring up in my stomach. Jordan grinned and let Scott settle against his broad chest. He turned to walk awhile, his gate getting bouncier as he realized Scott was happy. I went through the metal detectors and got my belongings back on and went to find Jordan and Scott. The site I saw shocked me. Jordan was sitting down talking to Marc and Vero. Scott was sprawled out across his chest, his head resting in the crook of Jordan’s shoulder, his eyes closed. Jordan got Scott to fall asleep just by holding him for ten minutes while I had been trying all night. Through out the conversation, Jordan kept glancing down at Scott proudly. I walked over and sat down next to Jordan.
Jordan smiled at me. “Look, he’s sleeping.” He said enthusiastically.
I laughed. “I see that.”
Jordan dug through his pocket and held something out on his hand for me. “Here, I got you some for the flight.” Sweetarts. Sweetarts have been my absolute favorite candy since I can remember. When we were dating, Jordan would buy me a pack of Sweetarts every day. I joked that he just wanted to fatten me up, but secretly I loved it. It worked out perfectly because I hated blues and oranges, and they were his favorite flavors while purple was my favorite flavor and his least. Marc-Andre and Vero became very quiet and were watching us closely.
“Thanks, I’ve gone like two weeks with out candy. Shocking, I know.” I said, trying to laugh it off. My sweet tooth was famous among the Staal’s.
Olivia came back with a magazine and water, narrowing her eyes when she was me sitting next to Jordan and Scott on his chest. This was most likely her worst nightmare, Jordan actually getting close to his son. She sat on his other side and possessively tried to put her arm around his neck.
“Stop it Liv, you’re going to wake him up.” Jordan whispered. Olivia looked pissed and left her arm there for a moment before lowering her arm. “Fine.” She pouted.
We all sat in the plastic chairs for a while, making small chit chat every once in a while. This time Vero was flying back with us. We boarded the flight with Jordan still carrying Scott and me trailing him with the baby bag. Jordan sat down next to Olivia and Marc-Andre, I was right in the middle of Vero and Max. Scott stirred, first rubbing his eyes and then looking at Jordan, clearly confused. He then opened his arms up to me and started speaking jibberish.
“Well, it was good while it lasted.” Jordan said smiling before handing Scott over to me. He settled in my lap and leaned his head against my chest. I reached in the bag and got his toy car, hoping it would entertain him for at least a little.
I had never been for relieved to get off a plane than I had then. I was tired and Scott was too, not a fun combination. I got my own suitcase and was wheeling it with Scott on my other hip. Jordan had his bag slung over his shoulder and was wheeling Olivia’s suitcase. Suddenly, he stopped and put one arm around me and the other around Olivia.
“Look, I have my two favorite girls and my favorite boy just in time for the holiday season. It’s just going to be a great Christmas.” Jordan said with a sudden burst of cheerfulness.
“Stop it.” Olivia said trying to shrug of his arm.
“What are you smoking?” I asked.
Jordan pouted, but took his arms off of us. “You are two are no fun.”
“Whatever.” Olivia said rolling her eyes.
“Bite me.” I said also rolling my eyes.
I sat in the backseat with Scott while Jordan drove us home. We were quiet the whole ride home, Jordan just fiddling with the radio flipping between stations. It drives me crazy when people flip through songs, never finishing one. You either pick one and listen to the whole thing, or not listen to it at all. I kept my mouth shut though, trying to become a bigger person. We got back to the apartment and Olivia and Jordan went right back to the bedroom, wanting to get changed-or I assumed. I sat down on the couch with Scott, flipping through the channels. I settled to watch Say Yes to the Dress, I’ve always had a fascinations with weddings. Scott began to cry and opening and closing his mouth, a sure fact that he was finally ready to eat. I took my sweatshirt off and put a blanket over my chest before guiding Scott to my breast. In a matter of no time, he was latched on and was sucking greedily. Jordan wondered in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and sat on the other end of the couch, stretching out.
“Really? Say Yes to the Dress?” He asked laughing.
I stuck my tongue out at him. “It’s either this or My Fair Wedding.” I informed him.
“Say Yes to the Dress, for sure then. Much more entertaining.” He said nodding his head and putting his head back down on the couch.
Olivia walked in and stood in front of us, crossing her arms across her chest. She stared at me. “Can you not do that here.”
“What?”
She pointed to Scott under the blanket. “If you’re going to do..that, please do it your room. You’re a guest here and I don’t want to see that.” Olivia said coldly.
Jordan opened his mouth to argue “Liv-“
“I don’t want to hear it from you.” Olivia snapped.
I could physically feel my blood pressure rise. “It’s called breast-feeding. There is nothing wrong or sexual with it, it’s a natural way to feed my son.” I snapped.
“Well, good for you that you believe that shit. I just don’t want to see it.” Olivia growled.
Jordan stared at us both helplessly. “Olivia, this isn’t necessary. I don’t mind it, there’s nothing wrong with breast-feeding.”
Olivia stared at him coldly. “Of course you defend her.” She hissed before stalking back to their bedroom.
I expected Jordan to get up and go apologize to her, make her forgive him. Instead, he stayed on the couch, turning up the volume on the television. “Sorry.”
I shook my head. “Whatever.”
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Jordan had a few days off before playing the Minnesota Wild at home. They won 4-1, Jordan scoring an empty net goal at the end. I once again was left to take a cab home and had a very drunk Olivia and Jordan wake Scott up when they came home. I could quickly begin to see a bad pattern form. None the less, all I had did was tease Jordan that it seemed like he could only score empty net goals. He proved me wrong though Saturday night, scoring the game-tying goal against the Blackhawks at the last possible second. It proved to not be enough though, Kris Versteeg scored in overtime winning it for the Hawks. I personally couldn’t be too disappointed, I had too much fun watching Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews skate around. They were two beautiful men. Veronique took Scott down to the locker room for me, so I could to go the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and then walked around the old hallways of Mellon Arena that I didn’t know well. It took me only a few minutes to realize that I was utterly lost. I was too busy looking for a sign to realize that some one was walking the other direction. I ran right into him and the first thing I noticed was that he had a very muscular chest, so hard in fact I bounced right off of him. His hands shot out and grabbed my arms, so I wouldn’t topple backwards. I looked up to see that I was standing just mere inches away from Patrick Kane.
He flashed me a dazzling smile. “You should watch where you’re walking.”
I laughed. “You’re probably right.”
I felt his gaze rake over me, zeroing in on my chest. I cleared my throat loudly making him look up and blush. “Oh..so you’re a Penguins fan?” He asked trying to make up for his mistake.
“Nah not really, I’m a Maple Leafs fan.”
He winced. “How’s that going for you?”
“Not good.”
He laughed before holding out his hand. “I’m Patrick.”
I shook his extended hand. “And I’m Marie.”
“Are you dating one of the players?”
“Nope, I’m free.” I said smiling at him. I just have a son with one of them I thought to myself.
Patrick’s smile widened. “Well what’s your number? I’ll make sure to call you next time I’m in town.”
I gave him my number before stepping back. “I look forward to a call.”
Patrick smirked. “You shouldn’t have to wait long.” I turned around and walked down the hallway, feeling ridiciously giddy after the encounter. I found the locker room and pushed the door open, still having a stupid smile plastered over my face.
“Took you long enough.” Jordan grumbled before lucking up. “What are you so happy about?”
“Oh nothing.” I said laughing before going to get Scott from Vero.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Chapter 15
I am so, so, so sorry. I've been a total slacker and haven't updated in literally forever. Lacrosse had taken up my life right now dealing with recruiting and everything. Hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 15
The Penguins won the second game easily. I would have been happy either way, but at least every one I was around would be happier. Scott was fussy through out the whole game, never settling down. I knew it was because his sleep schedule was messed up. I was going to take him back to the hotel room and have a quiet night, giving him a chance to catch up on some sleep. The rest of the families waited in the visitor’s lounge for the players to come out. I was left to sit alone trying to keep Scott entertained while Vero was half-heartedly listening to stories about Olivia’s shopping weekend. The boys piled out of the locker room, looking fresh and excited besides the fact that they just played a tough game. Jordan came over right to Scott and me, breezing past Olivia. I saw that Olivia noticed this and she huffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.
“So I convinced the guys that instead of going out clubbing to go out for dinner.” Jordan said proudly.
I sighed exasperated. “No, you didn’t need to do that. I told you, I’m taking Scott back to the hotel.”
“Why though? I did it so we can all have fun together.” Jordan snapped.
“And that was very…considerate of you, but I already told you Scott needs a quiet night. I’m sorry, but any night with your teammates is anything but quiet.” I told him, trying to be nicer this time.
“But couldn’t he just adjust and sleep at the restaurant?” Jordan asked.
“No, Jordan, he can’t. The baby isn’t the one that readjusts, it’s the adults that have to. I’ve learned to do it, Jordan, and if you can’t then you’re going to have a problem being in his life.” I told him, getting more annoyed as I went on.
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” He dug threw his wallet and handed me some twenties. “Here’s money for the cab and some dinner.”
“Thanks.” I muttered and shoved it into my pocket. Jordan shrugged and leaned forward and kissed Scott on the forehead. “Good night buddy, love you.” He told Scott before going over to join Olivia.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and bent over, lowering Scott into his carrier/car seat and strapping him up. I tucked a blanket over him and went to go grab my jacket.
Vero walked over. “I feel bad that we are just leaving you.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it. Now you go and have fun, but not too much if you don’t want to have a killer head ache tomorrow.”
V smiled. “Thanks Marie. See you tomorrow.” She said before going back to join Marc-Andre.
I glanced at Jordan whose arm was wrapped around Olivia and they were talking with a few other guys. It was ironic how Vero, who I’ve only known for about a week, cares more about me being left alone in New York City with a baby than Jordan, who I have known my whole life, does. I shouldn’t be surprised though, I knew this was exactly how it was all going to turn out. Jordan wishes he could be a great father and be around all the time, just at his age right now he can’t. I have no doubt he would be in ten years or so. But right now Scott was just like a toy. Jordan liked him when he was easy to deal with, but was annoyed by him when he wasn’t.
I was heading out the door when Max came in. He stopped me, confused on why I was leaving. “Where are you going?” He asked.
“Outside so I can catch a cab. I’m leaving.” I explained.
He frowned. “You and Scott are going to be by yourself? Is that such a great idea?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Max paused for a second before a bright smile lit up his face. “You know what, I’ll come with you!”
I shook my head. “No, you really don’t have to. Go party and have fun. I know you have a lot of girls you have to spend time with.”
“I will feel bad if you get an insane cab driver that decides to drive you into the river. Oh, and I can get girls any time any city so it doesn’t matter.”
I laughed. “What would you do if we had an insane cab driver?”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Darling, why doubt me?” He turned around and yelled out to Jordan. “Yo Jord, I’m going back with Marie and Scott.”
Jordan turned around and frowned. “You don’t have to do that.”
Max waved. “It’s no problem, even Superstar needs some breaks every once and a while.”
Tyler Kennedy snorted. “More like “Superstar” realizes he’s used all of his dirty numbers in the past five years.”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Who has never even had any number to begin with, eh?”
“Because I have a steady, reliable, and beautiful girlfriend who I know will be there every night. I don’t just dick around.” Tyler retorted.
Max grinned. “Who needs that when you can just dick around?”
Tyler shook his head, but started laughing this time. “I can’t wait to meet the girl that gets you whipped.”
“Come on, can we just go?” Olivia interjected, starting to get impatient.
“Have fun kids!” Max called out before taking Scott’s baby carrier out of my hands and walking out of the door whistling.
I caught up to him quickly, it was nice to be able to look some one in the eyes and not have to snap my neck off to look up at them. I wasn’t short at all, but sometimes walking around with Jordan makes me feel like a leprechaun. “So why are you really coming back with me?” I asked. Hearing from what his teammates have teased him about, Max seems like quite a man-whore. “You have a booty call waiting for you?” I teased.
Max laughed and put Scott’s carrier back in my arms and walked out to the edge of the curb to hail a taxi. I tucked the blanket more firmly around Scott and kissed him on the cheek. His bright blue eyes popped open. “Hey Scotty, thanks for being so great about all of this. You’ve been tossed around a lot lately and I promise that things will settle down soon.” I whispered. He responded by yawning widely and closing is eyes again.
Max’s voice snapped me out of watching him. “Marie, come on, I got one!” I stepped forward to join him and he took Scott out of my arms again. He held the door open for me and I slid in all the way over. He put Scott’s carrier in the middle and I leaned forward, prepared to help strap him in. Max pushed my hands out of the way and started strapping Scott in for me. He buckled himself in himself and then met my questioning look. “What?” He asked.
“Most people don’t know how to buckle a baby’s car seat in, that’s all.” I told him shrugging.
Max smiled. “My older brother, Will, his wife had a baby last May. Best little niece I could ask for.”
Max spent the rest of the ride trying to talk to the cab driver even though they weren’t on the same page. One trait I was noticing that Max certainly had was that he wanted to become friends with absolutely any one. He could make a conversation out of anything. We got to the hotel and to my protests, he paid for the cab and we headed into the lobby.
“So we’re meeting back at your room in a half hour.” Max stated.
“Wait, what?” I asked.
“It’s a movie night. Come on, did you really think I was going to bring you back here and just dump you in the lobby? No! We’re going to have some fun!” Max exclaimed.
I laughed. “Fine, I guess so. Meet you in a half-hour.” I agreed and took Scott back and headed up to our room. I swiped the card key, opened the door, took Scott out of the carrier, and laid him down on the bed. I immediately turned down the heat and began stripping Scott out of his many layers. I changed his diaper and put him in his high stool so I could feed him some applesauce. I’ve been trying to start immersing solid foods into his diet and he seemed to be in his best mood before bedtime. I cleaned him up before changing him into his pajamas. I changed myself before sitting down in a chair and putting Scott against my chest. He stretched out and tangled his small fists into my hair before letting himself completely relax against me. It was the little routine that we did every night, I always held him until he fell asleep. Normally I rocked him to sleep, but there was no rocking chair so I had to make due. He finally passed out, no doubt exhausted from the long day. Right after I put him down in the crib the hotel provided, the was a knock on the door. I opened the door to reveal Max holding a bag of cookies and a DVD.
“So I decided to go with humor.” He said loudly letting himself into the room.
“Shhh. What movie?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry. And the hang-over!” Max said excitedly. “That’s not to dirty for you, right? I keep forgetting how young you are.” He said winking.
“Hey, almost nineteen. Only one more month.” I reminded him stubbornly.
Max rolled his eyes. “Great, now you make me feel like such a fucking cougar.”
“A cougar is an older female, honey.” I reminded him laughing.
“Fine then, a lion.” Max agreed too.
We popped in the Hangover and Max settled on one bed and I sat on the other. I was laughing the whole first half of the movie, but by the end I was starting to fight my eyelids from closing.
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I woke up to Scott’s screaming, he wasn’t able to sleep a whole night lately because of teething. To my surprise, he was already in some one’s arms: Max’s. Scott finally settled down once Max put his finger in his mouth for something to chew on.
“Thanks Max.” I said surprised getting up out of bed.
“No problem, we must have fallen asleep watching the movie. And this was something I learned from my mother. Never knew I was going to be a human chew toy.” He flashed a shit-eating grin. “Actually, let me correct that, a baby’s chewing toy.”
I laughed quietly and we transferred Scott out of Max’s arms to mine, now it was my turn to put my finger in his mouth.
“I’m going to head out.” He looked at his watch. “Guess I’ll see you in five hours.”
I followed him to the door with Scott in my arms. “Thanks for keeping me company.”
Max smiled. “No problem, now excuse me, I have to go make a booty call.”
Chapter 15
The Penguins won the second game easily. I would have been happy either way, but at least every one I was around would be happier. Scott was fussy through out the whole game, never settling down. I knew it was because his sleep schedule was messed up. I was going to take him back to the hotel room and have a quiet night, giving him a chance to catch up on some sleep. The rest of the families waited in the visitor’s lounge for the players to come out. I was left to sit alone trying to keep Scott entertained while Vero was half-heartedly listening to stories about Olivia’s shopping weekend. The boys piled out of the locker room, looking fresh and excited besides the fact that they just played a tough game. Jordan came over right to Scott and me, breezing past Olivia. I saw that Olivia noticed this and she huffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulder.
“So I convinced the guys that instead of going out clubbing to go out for dinner.” Jordan said proudly.
I sighed exasperated. “No, you didn’t need to do that. I told you, I’m taking Scott back to the hotel.”
“Why though? I did it so we can all have fun together.” Jordan snapped.
“And that was very…considerate of you, but I already told you Scott needs a quiet night. I’m sorry, but any night with your teammates is anything but quiet.” I told him, trying to be nicer this time.
“But couldn’t he just adjust and sleep at the restaurant?” Jordan asked.
“No, Jordan, he can’t. The baby isn’t the one that readjusts, it’s the adults that have to. I’ve learned to do it, Jordan, and if you can’t then you’re going to have a problem being in his life.” I told him, getting more annoyed as I went on.
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” He dug threw his wallet and handed me some twenties. “Here’s money for the cab and some dinner.”
“Thanks.” I muttered and shoved it into my pocket. Jordan shrugged and leaned forward and kissed Scott on the forehead. “Good night buddy, love you.” He told Scott before going over to join Olivia.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and bent over, lowering Scott into his carrier/car seat and strapping him up. I tucked a blanket over him and went to go grab my jacket.
Vero walked over. “I feel bad that we are just leaving you.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it. Now you go and have fun, but not too much if you don’t want to have a killer head ache tomorrow.”
V smiled. “Thanks Marie. See you tomorrow.” She said before going back to join Marc-Andre.
I glanced at Jordan whose arm was wrapped around Olivia and they were talking with a few other guys. It was ironic how Vero, who I’ve only known for about a week, cares more about me being left alone in New York City with a baby than Jordan, who I have known my whole life, does. I shouldn’t be surprised though, I knew this was exactly how it was all going to turn out. Jordan wishes he could be a great father and be around all the time, just at his age right now he can’t. I have no doubt he would be in ten years or so. But right now Scott was just like a toy. Jordan liked him when he was easy to deal with, but was annoyed by him when he wasn’t.
I was heading out the door when Max came in. He stopped me, confused on why I was leaving. “Where are you going?” He asked.
“Outside so I can catch a cab. I’m leaving.” I explained.
He frowned. “You and Scott are going to be by yourself? Is that such a great idea?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Max paused for a second before a bright smile lit up his face. “You know what, I’ll come with you!”
I shook my head. “No, you really don’t have to. Go party and have fun. I know you have a lot of girls you have to spend time with.”
“I will feel bad if you get an insane cab driver that decides to drive you into the river. Oh, and I can get girls any time any city so it doesn’t matter.”
I laughed. “What would you do if we had an insane cab driver?”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Darling, why doubt me?” He turned around and yelled out to Jordan. “Yo Jord, I’m going back with Marie and Scott.”
Jordan turned around and frowned. “You don’t have to do that.”
Max waved. “It’s no problem, even Superstar needs some breaks every once and a while.”
Tyler Kennedy snorted. “More like “Superstar” realizes he’s used all of his dirty numbers in the past five years.”
Max raised his eyebrows. “Who has never even had any number to begin with, eh?”
“Because I have a steady, reliable, and beautiful girlfriend who I know will be there every night. I don’t just dick around.” Tyler retorted.
Max grinned. “Who needs that when you can just dick around?”
Tyler shook his head, but started laughing this time. “I can’t wait to meet the girl that gets you whipped.”
“Come on, can we just go?” Olivia interjected, starting to get impatient.
“Have fun kids!” Max called out before taking Scott’s baby carrier out of my hands and walking out of the door whistling.
I caught up to him quickly, it was nice to be able to look some one in the eyes and not have to snap my neck off to look up at them. I wasn’t short at all, but sometimes walking around with Jordan makes me feel like a leprechaun. “So why are you really coming back with me?” I asked. Hearing from what his teammates have teased him about, Max seems like quite a man-whore. “You have a booty call waiting for you?” I teased.
Max laughed and put Scott’s carrier back in my arms and walked out to the edge of the curb to hail a taxi. I tucked the blanket more firmly around Scott and kissed him on the cheek. His bright blue eyes popped open. “Hey Scotty, thanks for being so great about all of this. You’ve been tossed around a lot lately and I promise that things will settle down soon.” I whispered. He responded by yawning widely and closing is eyes again.
Max’s voice snapped me out of watching him. “Marie, come on, I got one!” I stepped forward to join him and he took Scott out of my arms again. He held the door open for me and I slid in all the way over. He put Scott’s carrier in the middle and I leaned forward, prepared to help strap him in. Max pushed my hands out of the way and started strapping Scott in for me. He buckled himself in himself and then met my questioning look. “What?” He asked.
“Most people don’t know how to buckle a baby’s car seat in, that’s all.” I told him shrugging.
Max smiled. “My older brother, Will, his wife had a baby last May. Best little niece I could ask for.”
Max spent the rest of the ride trying to talk to the cab driver even though they weren’t on the same page. One trait I was noticing that Max certainly had was that he wanted to become friends with absolutely any one. He could make a conversation out of anything. We got to the hotel and to my protests, he paid for the cab and we headed into the lobby.
“So we’re meeting back at your room in a half hour.” Max stated.
“Wait, what?” I asked.
“It’s a movie night. Come on, did you really think I was going to bring you back here and just dump you in the lobby? No! We’re going to have some fun!” Max exclaimed.
I laughed. “Fine, I guess so. Meet you in a half-hour.” I agreed and took Scott back and headed up to our room. I swiped the card key, opened the door, took Scott out of the carrier, and laid him down on the bed. I immediately turned down the heat and began stripping Scott out of his many layers. I changed his diaper and put him in his high stool so I could feed him some applesauce. I’ve been trying to start immersing solid foods into his diet and he seemed to be in his best mood before bedtime. I cleaned him up before changing him into his pajamas. I changed myself before sitting down in a chair and putting Scott against my chest. He stretched out and tangled his small fists into my hair before letting himself completely relax against me. It was the little routine that we did every night, I always held him until he fell asleep. Normally I rocked him to sleep, but there was no rocking chair so I had to make due. He finally passed out, no doubt exhausted from the long day. Right after I put him down in the crib the hotel provided, the was a knock on the door. I opened the door to reveal Max holding a bag of cookies and a DVD.
“So I decided to go with humor.” He said loudly letting himself into the room.
“Shhh. What movie?” I asked.
“Oh, sorry. And the hang-over!” Max said excitedly. “That’s not to dirty for you, right? I keep forgetting how young you are.” He said winking.
“Hey, almost nineteen. Only one more month.” I reminded him stubbornly.
Max rolled his eyes. “Great, now you make me feel like such a fucking cougar.”
“A cougar is an older female, honey.” I reminded him laughing.
“Fine then, a lion.” Max agreed too.
We popped in the Hangover and Max settled on one bed and I sat on the other. I was laughing the whole first half of the movie, but by the end I was starting to fight my eyelids from closing.
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I woke up to Scott’s screaming, he wasn’t able to sleep a whole night lately because of teething. To my surprise, he was already in some one’s arms: Max’s. Scott finally settled down once Max put his finger in his mouth for something to chew on.
“Thanks Max.” I said surprised getting up out of bed.
“No problem, we must have fallen asleep watching the movie. And this was something I learned from my mother. Never knew I was going to be a human chew toy.” He flashed a shit-eating grin. “Actually, let me correct that, a baby’s chewing toy.”
I laughed quietly and we transferred Scott out of Max’s arms to mine, now it was my turn to put my finger in his mouth.
“I’m going to head out.” He looked at his watch. “Guess I’ll see you in five hours.”
I followed him to the door with Scott in my arms. “Thanks for keeping me company.”
Max smiled. “No problem, now excuse me, I have to go make a booty call.”
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Chapter 14
The Penguins being out of the playoffs and the Flyers being in it, honestly, makes me want to scream. Please comment, I really do love them :)
Chapter 14
I walked onto the teams plane just feeling plain annoyed. I was pissed at Jordan that he was making me do this. He knew that I was uncomfortable being around his teammates, yet he made me ride it anyway. Olivia could jet off wherever she wanted to, but I couldn’t ride a normal plane to New York City by myself. I followed him to the back of the plane where all the players were sitting. They had different sections and some seats were facing each other. Jordan sat down in what I assumed was his normal seat and cleared the seat off next to him. I narrowed my eyes at him and purposely sat in the seat across from him. I put my headphones in and pulled out my book with the intent of ignoring every one for the next few hours. My head snapped up when I felt an arm go around my shoulders.
“So I didn’t get to meet you last night.” A very furry man said with a thick French-Canadian accent.
“Yeah. I’m the dirty mistress.” I replied dryly.
He let out a wide grin. “Don’t worry, I have the same reputation. Us dirty mistresses have to stick together.”
“Max..” Jordan warned. So that was this man’s name.
“What do we have, a dirty mistress club or something?” I joked.
“Oui, and not only that, but you are my good luck charm too. Your first game and I scored the first goal since I’ve been back.” Max kept going.
“She could be Sidney’s good luck charm too. He got a hat trick.” Jordan pointed out.
“I would like to think that she was mine though. Don’t rain on my parade.” Max pouted.
Sidney and Flower walked in and sat down on either side of Jordan. “Your right, it was all luck. No way you would have scored if I didn’t put the puck on your stick.” Sidney teased.
“Vero wants me to tell you that when she gets here, you two could go shopping if you want.” Marc told me.
“Oh, so she flew by herself?” I asked narrowing my eyes at Jordan.
“Yes, she does every time she goes on a trip with us. She normally doesn’t, but I thought now would be a good time to go Christmas shopping in the Big Apple.” Marc said surprised.
“Hmm. How about that?” I asked still staring down Jordan.
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Jordan stated.
Max nudged me. “Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be in a dirty mistress’s position.”
I ignored all the boys bantering by turning up my music even louder. Max was right, Jordan had no idea what it was like to be in my position. Sure, all of the younger guys were trying to be nice and understand the situation. But the ones with family, I could see the disappointment in their eyes the second I stepped on this plane. They didn’t understand because we weren’t doing it the right way. You are supposed to date, get engaged, get married, and then have children with the person you love. It’s even alright if you do those things out of order as long as you love the person in their eyes. But I defied all of that. I’m just that stupid, young woman-teenager- who let myself got knocked up. And apparently because I didn’t get an abortion, that means I’m just out for his money. Even though they all disliked Olivia according to Vero, she was the victim and I’m the whore that screwed up her whole life. On top of all of that, Jordan was being painfully oblivious to all of this. He was throwing me completely into his life not caring at all what it would mean for me. He didn’t even pause to think twice about how all of this was affecting me at all. Typical Jordan though, ever since Day 1 he’s always had trouble thinking about other people.
After ignoring Jordan and every one like a bitch for the rest of the ride, we finally got to the airport in New York. I was just so sick of men and penisis or whatever the plural is. There was only one boy I wanted to see and he was in the arms of Jordan’s brother. I tried to keep my feet at a slow pace, so I didn’t create a huge airport reunion scene. I always made fun of those girls in the movies.
Marc laughed when he saw my anxious expression. “I didn’t believe he could be so cute with Jordan being the father. I guess somehow my genes got carried over. Don’t worry though, Mom says he’s been completely fine.”
I chuckled and took him out of Marc’s arm. “I was more afraid with the fact that you were holding my child than anything else. You were dropped too many times on the head when you a child, we don’t need history to repeat itself.”
“You are so mean, you know my mom feels very guilty about that.” Marc retorted. Scott giggled and clapped his hands together. He reached out his hand and brushed my face. His face broke out into his signature smile of his and made a gurgling noise in the back of his throat.
“His stroller is over there.” Marc said pointing next to the escalator. I wanted to just hold him forever when he was being good, but my arms were beginning to get sore. Jordan swooped in with Flower trailing him. He looked like for a moment as if he was going to take Scott from my arms, but he hesitated. I sighed, if Jordan wanted to be a good father, the first step would be to get comfortable holding him. I set Scott down in his stroller and went to buckle him up before Jordan pushed me out of the way. He went to the handle bar and started to try and push it.
I quickly stopped in. “You have to buckle him in. He’s gotten old enough that he could try to climb out, fall, and get hurt.” I lectured.
Marc snorted. “Even I know that, dumbass.” Jordan blushed and stepped backwards to let me strap him in. I stepped backwards, so Jordan could go back to pushing his stroller.
Jordan shook his head. “No, it’s fine. You can.” I raised my eyebrows, but started pushing towards Scott towards the entrance to go on the team bus.
“Olivia is going to meet us at the hotel and I’m probably going to be in a lot of meetings and then I have to do my pre-game nap.” Jordan explained.
“I’m not shacking up with you and Olivia. I don’t need to be in the bed next to you for your reunion.” I snorted.
Flower nodded. “Smart woman. Don’t worry though, Vero will be here in about two hours.”
We loaded the bus and I sat awkwardly with Scott on my lap next to Jordan when Coach Bylsma was lecturing the boys for the game tonight. He was being very understanding and calm about our situation, but I couldn’t help but feel that every word about “not losing focus” was aimed at us. We pulled into the parking garage at the Marriot and all shuffled to the hotel. Olivia was sitting in the lobby and stood up quickly. She ran towards Jordan and jumped into his arms. Jordan twirled her around and she giggled before pulling him into a deep case.
Out of nowhere, Max appeared next to me and tugged Scott out of my arms and into his. “Come on, I’ll help you get settled into your room. You don’t need to see this.”
I blushed. “It’s a typical happy reunion for a happy couple. I don’t have any problems with it.” I said beginning to drag my suitcase and Scott’s baby bag towards the elevator.
“No, it’s not. They aren’t really that happy and Olivia just likes to flaunt their relationship and spend his money.” Max said harshly.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his harsh words. “You seem to be very opinionated about this.”
Max shrugged. “The guys sometimes give me crap about sleeping around with woman. I just don’t understand why they don’t give Jordan crap about clearly letting a girl use him.”
I stared at the ground, not sure how to respond to his confession. We got out of the elevator and headed down the hall.
“Well look what we have, our rooms are next to each other.” Max said grinning. He gave Scott back to me and took my key from me and swiped it in the door. Max entered the room and immediately threw back the curtains.
“The perfect view of downtown jungle of concrete. Where dreams are made of. I personally would rat-“ He began to say.
“I would rather have the view of the frozen St. Lawrence River in winter with the snow swirling down..” I mused, imagining my favorite vacation spot.
“Exactly. Cities are beautiful, but there’s nothing like natural scenery.” Max agreed.
“That’s pretty ironic for a guy that spends most of his time traveling in between cities.” I commented before going into the closet to pull out the baby playpen we asked for. I set it up in between the twin beds and lied down Scott’s blankets in it and several of his favorite toys before putting Scott in it.
“Yeah well-“
“Man, what a great view. I love cities, so many different unique people in one place.” Jordan said his voice booming when he entered the room with Olivia connected to his waist.
“So Max, which one of your girls are you calling tonight for the post-game celebration? Marie, you wouldn’t believe how many girls Superstar could call up when we head out tonight.” Jordan laughed.
“Well, I can’t go out with you tonight.” I stared at him, he was talking like I was able to go out and party.
“Why not?”
I motioned to Scott. “I can’t bring my six month year old to a loud, erotic club with stumbling, loud drunk people.”
“Our.” He automatically corrected before sighing. “Whatever, we’ll talk about it later.”
“No, no we won’t talk about it later. It’s a no.” I said stubbornly.
Jordan opened his mouth to argue. Max looked at his watch and stepped in between us. “Hey look Jordan, it’s the magic time. I guess we better go back to our rooms and get our pre-game naps.”
“Yeah, I guess we should.” Jordan muttered.
Max winked at him. “And I do mean actual sleep.”
Olivia purred and stroked-yes stroked- Jordan’s chest. “We’ll see about that.”
I plopped onto the top of the bed. “Every one out, Scott needs to sleep.” I ordered glancing at Scott who was stretched on his back and yawning. If anything normal had to come out of this ordeal, it was Scott’s sleeping schedule. Every one left and I finally had some relaxing alone time with Scott. I turned off the lights and put the television on mute before stretching out on the bed, putting my hands behind my head. It seemed like I only had five minutes of peace before there was a knock on the door. I groaned, but got up and answered it. Vero was standing at the door playing with the bottom of my shirt. “Oh, hey.” She said looking up.
I shut the door behind me and stepped into the hallway, not wanting to disturb Scott. “Hey, Marc-Andre said you were coming too. I’m happy I’m not the only girl.” I told her, making an effort to be friendly.
She smiled. “Yeah, I normally don’t come to road trips because even though the guys are better than most NHL teams, it gets a little overwhelming sometimes. Would you and Scott like to go shopping with me?” Vero asked.
“Scott just layed down for his nap, would you mind coming back in like an hour and a half?” I asked, feeling bad for having to make special accommodations.
“No problem, Marc is sleeping right now, so I could probably check e-mail and get some work done without him bothering me.” Vero replied still keeping up the same smile.
“Thanks, I can’t wait.” I said smiling before closing the door and flipping back down on the bed and finally getting some quality time.
Vero knocked on the door again about two hours later. I opened it this time, leaving Scott on the bed since I was in the middle of changing him. Vero was dressed warmly, but fashionably, and had a large bag in her hand. She headed right over to Scott.
“Oh, Marie, he’s absolutely adorable. Those baby blue eyes are just about the cutest things I’ve seen in awhile.” She lied the bag on the bed next to him. “These are just going to look adorable on him.” She gushed.
I finished changing his diaper and threw the soiled one in the trash and started thinking about what I should dress Scott in. It was late November in New York, I had to dress him warmly. I looked over at everything Vero was lying out.
“What is this?” I asked.
“They are some gifts from Marc-Andre and I.” Vero explained. On the bed she was laying out several pairs of Penguins booties, rompers, sweatshirts, and t-shirts.
“You didn’t have too…but thank you so much.” I said awkwardly. I always felt bad when people bought me gifts and I didn’t have anything to give them back.
Vero waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have one favor though, do you think I could help dress him?”
I laughed, “No problem.” Vero’s hand began going through his stuff, clothes quickly being sorted into piles.
“I want kids, I just want to settle down in general. I mean Marc-Andre and I love each other very, very much, but he’s not ready yet. He says when he’s done with all of this NHL madness and when he can be around more, he wants a team of children though. I try not to make him feel bad about this though, but I just want a child now.” Vero confessed.
I wasn’t sure what to say for a few seconds. “Well, I know it’s not the same thing, but whenever you want to watch Scott, be my guest.”
She smiled at me. “That would be great, thank you.”
We finally finished dressing Scott. He was all decked out in Penguins gear including a hat and a scarf. We strapped him in his stroller and even put a blanket on his lap to keep him warm. I guess you could say I was being paranoid.
Vero giggled, “I don’t think he’s going to be getting cold anytime soon.” I nodded my agreements and we shut the door and started heading down the hallway.
“Do you want to see if Jordan wants to come along? He gets restless and sometimes doesn’t always sleep.” Vero asked. I shrugged and we went up to his door. Even though the door was firmly shut, we could hear Olivia giggling and Jordan letting out loud groans.
Vero looked sideways at me. “I guess that’s a no.”
I shook my head. “I guess so.”
Chapter 14
I walked onto the teams plane just feeling plain annoyed. I was pissed at Jordan that he was making me do this. He knew that I was uncomfortable being around his teammates, yet he made me ride it anyway. Olivia could jet off wherever she wanted to, but I couldn’t ride a normal plane to New York City by myself. I followed him to the back of the plane where all the players were sitting. They had different sections and some seats were facing each other. Jordan sat down in what I assumed was his normal seat and cleared the seat off next to him. I narrowed my eyes at him and purposely sat in the seat across from him. I put my headphones in and pulled out my book with the intent of ignoring every one for the next few hours. My head snapped up when I felt an arm go around my shoulders.
“So I didn’t get to meet you last night.” A very furry man said with a thick French-Canadian accent.
“Yeah. I’m the dirty mistress.” I replied dryly.
He let out a wide grin. “Don’t worry, I have the same reputation. Us dirty mistresses have to stick together.”
“Max..” Jordan warned. So that was this man’s name.
“What do we have, a dirty mistress club or something?” I joked.
“Oui, and not only that, but you are my good luck charm too. Your first game and I scored the first goal since I’ve been back.” Max kept going.
“She could be Sidney’s good luck charm too. He got a hat trick.” Jordan pointed out.
“I would like to think that she was mine though. Don’t rain on my parade.” Max pouted.
Sidney and Flower walked in and sat down on either side of Jordan. “Your right, it was all luck. No way you would have scored if I didn’t put the puck on your stick.” Sidney teased.
“Vero wants me to tell you that when she gets here, you two could go shopping if you want.” Marc told me.
“Oh, so she flew by herself?” I asked narrowing my eyes at Jordan.
“Yes, she does every time she goes on a trip with us. She normally doesn’t, but I thought now would be a good time to go Christmas shopping in the Big Apple.” Marc said surprised.
“Hmm. How about that?” I asked still staring down Jordan.
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Jordan stated.
Max nudged me. “Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be in a dirty mistress’s position.”
I ignored all the boys bantering by turning up my music even louder. Max was right, Jordan had no idea what it was like to be in my position. Sure, all of the younger guys were trying to be nice and understand the situation. But the ones with family, I could see the disappointment in their eyes the second I stepped on this plane. They didn’t understand because we weren’t doing it the right way. You are supposed to date, get engaged, get married, and then have children with the person you love. It’s even alright if you do those things out of order as long as you love the person in their eyes. But I defied all of that. I’m just that stupid, young woman-teenager- who let myself got knocked up. And apparently because I didn’t get an abortion, that means I’m just out for his money. Even though they all disliked Olivia according to Vero, she was the victim and I’m the whore that screwed up her whole life. On top of all of that, Jordan was being painfully oblivious to all of this. He was throwing me completely into his life not caring at all what it would mean for me. He didn’t even pause to think twice about how all of this was affecting me at all. Typical Jordan though, ever since Day 1 he’s always had trouble thinking about other people.
After ignoring Jordan and every one like a bitch for the rest of the ride, we finally got to the airport in New York. I was just so sick of men and penisis or whatever the plural is. There was only one boy I wanted to see and he was in the arms of Jordan’s brother. I tried to keep my feet at a slow pace, so I didn’t create a huge airport reunion scene. I always made fun of those girls in the movies.
Marc laughed when he saw my anxious expression. “I didn’t believe he could be so cute with Jordan being the father. I guess somehow my genes got carried over. Don’t worry though, Mom says he’s been completely fine.”
I chuckled and took him out of Marc’s arm. “I was more afraid with the fact that you were holding my child than anything else. You were dropped too many times on the head when you a child, we don’t need history to repeat itself.”
“You are so mean, you know my mom feels very guilty about that.” Marc retorted. Scott giggled and clapped his hands together. He reached out his hand and brushed my face. His face broke out into his signature smile of his and made a gurgling noise in the back of his throat.
“His stroller is over there.” Marc said pointing next to the escalator. I wanted to just hold him forever when he was being good, but my arms were beginning to get sore. Jordan swooped in with Flower trailing him. He looked like for a moment as if he was going to take Scott from my arms, but he hesitated. I sighed, if Jordan wanted to be a good father, the first step would be to get comfortable holding him. I set Scott down in his stroller and went to buckle him up before Jordan pushed me out of the way. He went to the handle bar and started to try and push it.
I quickly stopped in. “You have to buckle him in. He’s gotten old enough that he could try to climb out, fall, and get hurt.” I lectured.
Marc snorted. “Even I know that, dumbass.” Jordan blushed and stepped backwards to let me strap him in. I stepped backwards, so Jordan could go back to pushing his stroller.
Jordan shook his head. “No, it’s fine. You can.” I raised my eyebrows, but started pushing towards Scott towards the entrance to go on the team bus.
“Olivia is going to meet us at the hotel and I’m probably going to be in a lot of meetings and then I have to do my pre-game nap.” Jordan explained.
“I’m not shacking up with you and Olivia. I don’t need to be in the bed next to you for your reunion.” I snorted.
Flower nodded. “Smart woman. Don’t worry though, Vero will be here in about two hours.”
We loaded the bus and I sat awkwardly with Scott on my lap next to Jordan when Coach Bylsma was lecturing the boys for the game tonight. He was being very understanding and calm about our situation, but I couldn’t help but feel that every word about “not losing focus” was aimed at us. We pulled into the parking garage at the Marriot and all shuffled to the hotel. Olivia was sitting in the lobby and stood up quickly. She ran towards Jordan and jumped into his arms. Jordan twirled her around and she giggled before pulling him into a deep case.
Out of nowhere, Max appeared next to me and tugged Scott out of my arms and into his. “Come on, I’ll help you get settled into your room. You don’t need to see this.”
I blushed. “It’s a typical happy reunion for a happy couple. I don’t have any problems with it.” I said beginning to drag my suitcase and Scott’s baby bag towards the elevator.
“No, it’s not. They aren’t really that happy and Olivia just likes to flaunt their relationship and spend his money.” Max said harshly.
I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his harsh words. “You seem to be very opinionated about this.”
Max shrugged. “The guys sometimes give me crap about sleeping around with woman. I just don’t understand why they don’t give Jordan crap about clearly letting a girl use him.”
I stared at the ground, not sure how to respond to his confession. We got out of the elevator and headed down the hall.
“Well look what we have, our rooms are next to each other.” Max said grinning. He gave Scott back to me and took my key from me and swiped it in the door. Max entered the room and immediately threw back the curtains.
“The perfect view of downtown jungle of concrete. Where dreams are made of. I personally would rat-“ He began to say.
“I would rather have the view of the frozen St. Lawrence River in winter with the snow swirling down..” I mused, imagining my favorite vacation spot.
“Exactly. Cities are beautiful, but there’s nothing like natural scenery.” Max agreed.
“That’s pretty ironic for a guy that spends most of his time traveling in between cities.” I commented before going into the closet to pull out the baby playpen we asked for. I set it up in between the twin beds and lied down Scott’s blankets in it and several of his favorite toys before putting Scott in it.
“Yeah well-“
“Man, what a great view. I love cities, so many different unique people in one place.” Jordan said his voice booming when he entered the room with Olivia connected to his waist.
“So Max, which one of your girls are you calling tonight for the post-game celebration? Marie, you wouldn’t believe how many girls Superstar could call up when we head out tonight.” Jordan laughed.
“Well, I can’t go out with you tonight.” I stared at him, he was talking like I was able to go out and party.
“Why not?”
I motioned to Scott. “I can’t bring my six month year old to a loud, erotic club with stumbling, loud drunk people.”
“Our.” He automatically corrected before sighing. “Whatever, we’ll talk about it later.”
“No, no we won’t talk about it later. It’s a no.” I said stubbornly.
Jordan opened his mouth to argue. Max looked at his watch and stepped in between us. “Hey look Jordan, it’s the magic time. I guess we better go back to our rooms and get our pre-game naps.”
“Yeah, I guess we should.” Jordan muttered.
Max winked at him. “And I do mean actual sleep.”
Olivia purred and stroked-yes stroked- Jordan’s chest. “We’ll see about that.”
I plopped onto the top of the bed. “Every one out, Scott needs to sleep.” I ordered glancing at Scott who was stretched on his back and yawning. If anything normal had to come out of this ordeal, it was Scott’s sleeping schedule. Every one left and I finally had some relaxing alone time with Scott. I turned off the lights and put the television on mute before stretching out on the bed, putting my hands behind my head. It seemed like I only had five minutes of peace before there was a knock on the door. I groaned, but got up and answered it. Vero was standing at the door playing with the bottom of my shirt. “Oh, hey.” She said looking up.
I shut the door behind me and stepped into the hallway, not wanting to disturb Scott. “Hey, Marc-Andre said you were coming too. I’m happy I’m not the only girl.” I told her, making an effort to be friendly.
She smiled. “Yeah, I normally don’t come to road trips because even though the guys are better than most NHL teams, it gets a little overwhelming sometimes. Would you and Scott like to go shopping with me?” Vero asked.
“Scott just layed down for his nap, would you mind coming back in like an hour and a half?” I asked, feeling bad for having to make special accommodations.
“No problem, Marc is sleeping right now, so I could probably check e-mail and get some work done without him bothering me.” Vero replied still keeping up the same smile.
“Thanks, I can’t wait.” I said smiling before closing the door and flipping back down on the bed and finally getting some quality time.
Vero knocked on the door again about two hours later. I opened it this time, leaving Scott on the bed since I was in the middle of changing him. Vero was dressed warmly, but fashionably, and had a large bag in her hand. She headed right over to Scott.
“Oh, Marie, he’s absolutely adorable. Those baby blue eyes are just about the cutest things I’ve seen in awhile.” She lied the bag on the bed next to him. “These are just going to look adorable on him.” She gushed.
I finished changing his diaper and threw the soiled one in the trash and started thinking about what I should dress Scott in. It was late November in New York, I had to dress him warmly. I looked over at everything Vero was lying out.
“What is this?” I asked.
“They are some gifts from Marc-Andre and I.” Vero explained. On the bed she was laying out several pairs of Penguins booties, rompers, sweatshirts, and t-shirts.
“You didn’t have too…but thank you so much.” I said awkwardly. I always felt bad when people bought me gifts and I didn’t have anything to give them back.
Vero waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I have one favor though, do you think I could help dress him?”
I laughed, “No problem.” Vero’s hand began going through his stuff, clothes quickly being sorted into piles.
“I want kids, I just want to settle down in general. I mean Marc-Andre and I love each other very, very much, but he’s not ready yet. He says when he’s done with all of this NHL madness and when he can be around more, he wants a team of children though. I try not to make him feel bad about this though, but I just want a child now.” Vero confessed.
I wasn’t sure what to say for a few seconds. “Well, I know it’s not the same thing, but whenever you want to watch Scott, be my guest.”
She smiled at me. “That would be great, thank you.”
We finally finished dressing Scott. He was all decked out in Penguins gear including a hat and a scarf. We strapped him in his stroller and even put a blanket on his lap to keep him warm. I guess you could say I was being paranoid.
Vero giggled, “I don’t think he’s going to be getting cold anytime soon.” I nodded my agreements and we shut the door and started heading down the hallway.
“Do you want to see if Jordan wants to come along? He gets restless and sometimes doesn’t always sleep.” Vero asked. I shrugged and we went up to his door. Even though the door was firmly shut, we could hear Olivia giggling and Jordan letting out loud groans.
Vero looked sideways at me. “I guess that’s a no.”
I shook my head. “I guess so.”
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Chapter 13
Ugh, what a heart breaker :/ But oh my god, Jordan is freaking invincible. Please comment, I love seeing them :)
Chapter 13
Flashback
I snapped my third goal of the game into the back of the net. Nothing could get better right now. We were winning 15-6 in the second half against the Ontario Province Championship Game. The other high school had just resorted to viscious checking, so they wouldn’t be embarrassed anymore than they already were. I briefly looked up at the stands again while lining up for the face off. The whole Staal family was here, minus Mr. Staal who is away to get a sale for some sod. Even Jordan was here, as embarrassing as that was. Jared caught my eye and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up before waving the sign he made for me. Every time I saw it I couldn’t help but laugh. The center from the other team took the ball and started going down the field. Sally intercepted the pass she made and quickly passed it up to me. I started charging towards goal, making sure to keep the cradle high and close to my head. The next thing I know, the opposing player checked me sending her stick and mine crashing into my head and I went crashing to the field. It was something that’s happened to me a million time, girl’s lacrosse wasn’t exactly a cup of tea. This time though, it was different. It was almost as if it were in slow motion as my foot landed on it’s side before I landed on top of it. A sharp, stabbing pain started from my foot and up my shin. It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing my shin. I rolled onto my back and curled my legs to my body, trying to stop the pain. My eyes started to water, but I forced them shut. No way I would start crying on the field. I started trying to crawl off the field, I hated ever having to ever been helped off. Our assistant coaches, Tyler and Jim, got to me too fast.
“Lay still and straighten your legs out.” Tyler ordered me. I straightened my legs, but pulled myself up to my elbows.
“Just get me off the field!” I begged. I hated being the pathetic little girl who couldn’t get up. Tyler and Jim both took one of my elbows and pulled me. I put my arms around each of their shoulders and we started to limp slowly towards the sideline. I made them stop when I realized my stick was still on the field. I spent my own $150 on that composite stick with the specially made head.
“Luce, my stick.” I shouted.
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” She didn’t disagree though and handed Jim my lacrosse stick. We got onto the bench and then carefully set me down and propped my foot up. I was too busy paying attention to the game to see what they were doing to it. I felt some one poke it hard and I sucked in deep breath. The trainer frowned and started feeling it and trying to rotate my ankle around. I gripped onto the bench tightly and tried not to wince too much.
“Can you stop?” I hissed.
The trainer frowned. “I’m afraid I think it’s broken. You’ll have to have some one take you to the hospital.”
I groaned. “But a broken foot will make me miss my first two tournaments! And I’m not going to leave until the game is over.” I insisted. The trainer sighed, but didn’t argue with me. He started wrapping up my foot and ankle with several Ace bandages and gave me an ice pack and a few Advils for the pain. It was horrible, watching the team kick butt on the field and not being able to help. The game ended with the score of 18-7. Lucy and Abby came over and made me put my arms around them. I hobbled to center field with their help and stood patiently while they gave us our medals and trophy. I’ve been dreaming about this day my whole life, I never knew it was going to be so painful when it happened. Eventually it was over and I had to make another painful limp back to the sidelines. Mrs. Staal and Eric were standing on the sidelines talking to the trainer.
“I’m her guardian right now.” Mrs. Staal declared.
“Well, I’m pretty sure her foot is broken. She’s going to need to be taken to the hospital to get an x-ray.” The trainer responded.
Mrs. Staal frowned sympathetically at me. “It’s going to be alright Marie honey, we’ll take care of you.” Before I knew what was happening, Eric scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me bridal style.
I turned beat red. “No,no,no. Put me down! I can walk!” I begged.
He laughed. “No you can’t, crimple. Now let’s go to the car.” Eric said. He was still keeping up a fast pace with Mrs. Staal walking besides us. I saw the two blondes and one red head in the car and I remembered who would be in there.
“Hey Mrs. Staal, thank you a lot. But really, I can just take the bus home and call my dad and take him. It’s no big trouble at all. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” I rambled. Eric smirked at me because he knew exact reason why I didn’t want to get in that car.
“No, of course not. Your father won’t take care of it.” Mrs. Staal said firmly and we reached the car. Thankfully, Jordan was sitting in the shot gun and Marc was sitting in the third row. Eric finally let me down before crawling in the third row also. I got into the backseat and was forced to sit sideways and put my feet on Jared’s lap.
“Marie Antoinette! You okay?” Jared asked.
I waved my hand. “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Mrs. Staal started driving and Jordan still was staring straight ahead.
“Oh, really?” Jared smirked before banging my bad foot against the window. I hissed and waited until the throbbing stopped.
“Jared!” Mrs. Staal exclaimed. I quickly used my good right foot to kick Jared in the head, causing his head to bang into the window hard.
“Ow! You little mother fucker!” He exclaimed rubbing the back of his head.
“Nice!” Marc yelled before reaching over the back of the seat and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Aw Marie, you know you love me though.” Jared pounted.
I shrugged. “You keep up at this pace and you won’t have a prom date.” I threatened.
Jared scoffed. “Like I don’t have a line of girls waiting to go out with me.”
“You’re lucky I felt bad for you and said yes.” I teased him. We got to the hospital and Mrs. Staal dropped Jared and me at the front entrance. After several hours of waiting and x-rays, they finally but the damn cast on me and gave me crutches. I was out in the hallway with them when I literally ran into Jordan. My heart raced and my pulse quickened when I felt the hard, tone muscles of his abs and his biceps bulging. I inhaled the familiar, delicious sent of him before I snapped back into reality.
“Marie.” He barely acknowledged me, not even looking at me.
“Go to hell.” I snapped.
End of Flashback
I woke up with a pounding headache and my throat dry with a stale taste. I groaned and tried to sit up, but the spinning of my head was too much. I looked down and realized that I was just in a camisole and a pair of underwear. I pulled the covers up over me when I realized I wasn’t alone in the bed. Jordan had rolled over and was now staring at me from his side. What the hell happened last night?
“What’s going on?” I moaned, trying to distract myself about the fact that he was shirtless and his muscles were bulging.
“You kept throwing up last night and crying. I kinda got tired from getting up from my bed to coming here, so I just stayed.”
“You didn’t have too.” I blushed.
“I couldn’t let you die, Scott would have been screwed.” I explained.
“Well uh, what happened to my clothes?” I asked, this morning just getting more embarrassing.
Jordan let out a shit-eating grin. “You just started stripping down. I could barely convince you to keep what you have on on.” He reached over to the bedside table and gave me some Advil and a glass of water.
“I was very out of it. Thanks.” I tried to explain before taking the Advil. Jordan got up to take a shower, but I lied in bed until the throbbing head ache went away. After taking a shower myself, I was actually feeling alright. Advil works miracles. Plus, I was never one to get horrible hangovers. I met Jordan in the kitchen and got a bagel out.
“Let’s go shopping for Scott’s nursery.” I suggested.
“We have to leave for New York tomorrow.” He argued.
“We could finish it today if we worked hard.” I replied.
“Alright,” he said grabbing his keys, “where to?”
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The first stop we made was to Lows. We needed to pick out a paint color for Scott’s nursery. With Jordan having the attention span of a four year old, he got bored and wondered off. I had narrowed it down to a baby blue and a yellow. Jordan came over and snatched the yellow sample out of my hand and put it back. “Hey! I liked that one!” I snapped.
He shook his head immediately. “No, yellow is too much of a feminine color.” Jordan stated.
“It’s a nice gender-neutral color.” I argued.
“We know he’s a boy, obviously.” Jordan retorted. I had already chose blue before he came over, but he didn’t need to know that I was arguing with him because it’s fun to get him annoyed.
“Fine, we’ll do the blue because it’s my favorite.” I stressed. Jordan rolled his eyes, but walked to the paint mixing station. He came back a few minutes later with two cans of paint.
“Now that we have the oh-so-important color we can pick out the furniture.” Jordan mocked me. We drove to the Babies R Us, hoping that no one would be there that early.
Jordan’s POV
I tugged my favorite yellow hat over my eyes more. It was actually the hat that Marie won in a crainshaw machine and then she gave it to me back when we were dating. We headed towards the cribs because Marie insisted that they were the most important. We were both drawn to a classic black one.
“It looks nice I guess.” I commented. I had no fucking idea what I’m doing. The sales manager who I am and what I’m buying and his eyes bulged.
“Is it a safe build though? Is it reliable?” Marie mused.
The sales manager came over. “This is of course the safest build! Miss…?” He asked.
“Miss Haefner.” Marie replied coolly. He reached into his pocket and handed us a scanner. “Scan whatever you want and it’ll come up.”
He paused for a second before hesitantly putting his hand on Marie’s stomach. “Do you know what your expecting?” He asked, all smiles. I snickered, Marie looked like she was about to bite his arm off.
“Yeah. An alien.” She said nonchalantly. The sales manager frowned and removed his hand. “Well if you need help with anything else, let me know.” He said before quickly leaving.
“Marie, you must be nice.” I said laughing.
“You have some one fucking touch your stomach and see if you’re in a great mood.” She snapped irritably.
I shook my head before scanning the crib. I tried doing the same thing with my arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” Marie asked.
“Seeing how much I’m worth.”
She snorted, “Probably nothing.”
I shook my head. “I must disagree. I believe that I’m worth more than this whole store combined.”
“Yeah, maybe your ego is.” Marie retorted. I ignored her comment and we worked together to find the rest of furniture. Overall, we ended up getting the crib, a changing table, and a rocking table. Then Marie got a bunch of baby shit that I had no idea was necessary. Why does it matter what brand of wipes you use to wipe his butt? It was all going to end up the same: with shit on it. She sent me off to do what I did best, pick out toys. I headed straight to the stuffed animals knowing that one good stuffed animal is the key to any good childhood. I picked up a couple penguins and dogs, rubbing them against my face to make sure they were all soft enough. I move onto blankets and one of the things that you hang the baby up in the doorway. They all had such confusing names. I moved to the baby books and what the hell, I picked some up. My baby had to be smart or the guys would never let me live it down. Marie walked over to me, finished with her part of shopping. She raised her eyes at me, but knew me too well to say anything. We checked out and I helped the employee’s drag all of the stuff to the car. Finally, we were able to get into the car and drive away. The load on my shoulders instantly lightened, I hate shopping in public. Marie looked back at all the stuff in the trunk and spilling out into the back seat.
“I think we went a little overboard.” She said giggling.
“Ya think? No, nothing is too good for my boy.” I said proudly.
When we got back to my apartment, we immediately got to work. We painted all afternoon and into the evening. Correction: Marie painted while I sat trying to figure out the damn instructions to put everything together.
“Are you sure you put the crib together the right way?” Marie asked for the millionth time.
“Yes. I’m sure.” I snapped. Marie mimicked my face before going back to painting. Finally, she collapsed onto the floor and wiped her forehead with the back of the hand.
“Thank god, it’s done.” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh, paint was all over her hair and on her forehead.
“What?”
“You just have paint on you everywhere.” I told her.
Marie rolled her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me after I did all the work and you got to sit and try and put things together.”
“I got a battle wound!” I explained holding up the finger I got stuck between two bars for proof.
“Aw, poor baby.” She mocked. The end result of the room was looking pretty nice though.
“I’m gonna hit the sack. Remember, we’re leaving for the airport tomorrow at ten.” I reminded her.
Marie groaned. “Ugh, another early morning.”
“Shouldn’t you be used to early mornings?” I asked.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean I like them.” She said shrugging. I nodded my head to bed, my head buzzing with the though of how Olivia was going to handle living with Marie and Scott.
Chapter 13
Flashback
I snapped my third goal of the game into the back of the net. Nothing could get better right now. We were winning 15-6 in the second half against the Ontario Province Championship Game. The other high school had just resorted to viscious checking, so they wouldn’t be embarrassed anymore than they already were. I briefly looked up at the stands again while lining up for the face off. The whole Staal family was here, minus Mr. Staal who is away to get a sale for some sod. Even Jordan was here, as embarrassing as that was. Jared caught my eye and gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up before waving the sign he made for me. Every time I saw it I couldn’t help but laugh. The center from the other team took the ball and started going down the field. Sally intercepted the pass she made and quickly passed it up to me. I started charging towards goal, making sure to keep the cradle high and close to my head. The next thing I know, the opposing player checked me sending her stick and mine crashing into my head and I went crashing to the field. It was something that’s happened to me a million time, girl’s lacrosse wasn’t exactly a cup of tea. This time though, it was different. It was almost as if it were in slow motion as my foot landed on it’s side before I landed on top of it. A sharp, stabbing pain started from my foot and up my shin. It felt like thousands of needles were stabbing my shin. I rolled onto my back and curled my legs to my body, trying to stop the pain. My eyes started to water, but I forced them shut. No way I would start crying on the field. I started trying to crawl off the field, I hated ever having to ever been helped off. Our assistant coaches, Tyler and Jim, got to me too fast.
“Lay still and straighten your legs out.” Tyler ordered me. I straightened my legs, but pulled myself up to my elbows.
“Just get me off the field!” I begged. I hated being the pathetic little girl who couldn’t get up. Tyler and Jim both took one of my elbows and pulled me. I put my arms around each of their shoulders and we started to limp slowly towards the sideline. I made them stop when I realized my stick was still on the field. I spent my own $150 on that composite stick with the specially made head.
“Luce, my stick.” I shouted.
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” She didn’t disagree though and handed Jim my lacrosse stick. We got onto the bench and then carefully set me down and propped my foot up. I was too busy paying attention to the game to see what they were doing to it. I felt some one poke it hard and I sucked in deep breath. The trainer frowned and started feeling it and trying to rotate my ankle around. I gripped onto the bench tightly and tried not to wince too much.
“Can you stop?” I hissed.
The trainer frowned. “I’m afraid I think it’s broken. You’ll have to have some one take you to the hospital.”
I groaned. “But a broken foot will make me miss my first two tournaments! And I’m not going to leave until the game is over.” I insisted. The trainer sighed, but didn’t argue with me. He started wrapping up my foot and ankle with several Ace bandages and gave me an ice pack and a few Advils for the pain. It was horrible, watching the team kick butt on the field and not being able to help. The game ended with the score of 18-7. Lucy and Abby came over and made me put my arms around them. I hobbled to center field with their help and stood patiently while they gave us our medals and trophy. I’ve been dreaming about this day my whole life, I never knew it was going to be so painful when it happened. Eventually it was over and I had to make another painful limp back to the sidelines. Mrs. Staal and Eric were standing on the sidelines talking to the trainer.
“I’m her guardian right now.” Mrs. Staal declared.
“Well, I’m pretty sure her foot is broken. She’s going to need to be taken to the hospital to get an x-ray.” The trainer responded.
Mrs. Staal frowned sympathetically at me. “It’s going to be alright Marie honey, we’ll take care of you.” Before I knew what was happening, Eric scooped me up in his arms and was carrying me bridal style.
I turned beat red. “No,no,no. Put me down! I can walk!” I begged.
He laughed. “No you can’t, crimple. Now let’s go to the car.” Eric said. He was still keeping up a fast pace with Mrs. Staal walking besides us. I saw the two blondes and one red head in the car and I remembered who would be in there.
“Hey Mrs. Staal, thank you a lot. But really, I can just take the bus home and call my dad and take him. It’s no big trouble at all. I don’t want to cause you any trouble.” I rambled. Eric smirked at me because he knew exact reason why I didn’t want to get in that car.
“No, of course not. Your father won’t take care of it.” Mrs. Staal said firmly and we reached the car. Thankfully, Jordan was sitting in the shot gun and Marc was sitting in the third row. Eric finally let me down before crawling in the third row also. I got into the backseat and was forced to sit sideways and put my feet on Jared’s lap.
“Marie Antoinette! You okay?” Jared asked.
I waved my hand. “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Mrs. Staal started driving and Jordan still was staring straight ahead.
“Oh, really?” Jared smirked before banging my bad foot against the window. I hissed and waited until the throbbing stopped.
“Jared!” Mrs. Staal exclaimed. I quickly used my good right foot to kick Jared in the head, causing his head to bang into the window hard.
“Ow! You little mother fucker!” He exclaimed rubbing the back of his head.
“Nice!” Marc yelled before reaching over the back of the seat and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Aw Marie, you know you love me though.” Jared pounted.
I shrugged. “You keep up at this pace and you won’t have a prom date.” I threatened.
Jared scoffed. “Like I don’t have a line of girls waiting to go out with me.”
“You’re lucky I felt bad for you and said yes.” I teased him. We got to the hospital and Mrs. Staal dropped Jared and me at the front entrance. After several hours of waiting and x-rays, they finally but the damn cast on me and gave me crutches. I was out in the hallway with them when I literally ran into Jordan. My heart raced and my pulse quickened when I felt the hard, tone muscles of his abs and his biceps bulging. I inhaled the familiar, delicious sent of him before I snapped back into reality.
“Marie.” He barely acknowledged me, not even looking at me.
“Go to hell.” I snapped.
End of Flashback
I woke up with a pounding headache and my throat dry with a stale taste. I groaned and tried to sit up, but the spinning of my head was too much. I looked down and realized that I was just in a camisole and a pair of underwear. I pulled the covers up over me when I realized I wasn’t alone in the bed. Jordan had rolled over and was now staring at me from his side. What the hell happened last night?
“What’s going on?” I moaned, trying to distract myself about the fact that he was shirtless and his muscles were bulging.
“You kept throwing up last night and crying. I kinda got tired from getting up from my bed to coming here, so I just stayed.”
“You didn’t have too.” I blushed.
“I couldn’t let you die, Scott would have been screwed.” I explained.
“Well uh, what happened to my clothes?” I asked, this morning just getting more embarrassing.
Jordan let out a shit-eating grin. “You just started stripping down. I could barely convince you to keep what you have on on.” He reached over to the bedside table and gave me some Advil and a glass of water.
“I was very out of it. Thanks.” I tried to explain before taking the Advil. Jordan got up to take a shower, but I lied in bed until the throbbing head ache went away. After taking a shower myself, I was actually feeling alright. Advil works miracles. Plus, I was never one to get horrible hangovers. I met Jordan in the kitchen and got a bagel out.
“Let’s go shopping for Scott’s nursery.” I suggested.
“We have to leave for New York tomorrow.” He argued.
“We could finish it today if we worked hard.” I replied.
“Alright,” he said grabbing his keys, “where to?”
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The first stop we made was to Lows. We needed to pick out a paint color for Scott’s nursery. With Jordan having the attention span of a four year old, he got bored and wondered off. I had narrowed it down to a baby blue and a yellow. Jordan came over and snatched the yellow sample out of my hand and put it back. “Hey! I liked that one!” I snapped.
He shook his head immediately. “No, yellow is too much of a feminine color.” Jordan stated.
“It’s a nice gender-neutral color.” I argued.
“We know he’s a boy, obviously.” Jordan retorted. I had already chose blue before he came over, but he didn’t need to know that I was arguing with him because it’s fun to get him annoyed.
“Fine, we’ll do the blue because it’s my favorite.” I stressed. Jordan rolled his eyes, but walked to the paint mixing station. He came back a few minutes later with two cans of paint.
“Now that we have the oh-so-important color we can pick out the furniture.” Jordan mocked me. We drove to the Babies R Us, hoping that no one would be there that early.
Jordan’s POV
I tugged my favorite yellow hat over my eyes more. It was actually the hat that Marie won in a crainshaw machine and then she gave it to me back when we were dating. We headed towards the cribs because Marie insisted that they were the most important. We were both drawn to a classic black one.
“It looks nice I guess.” I commented. I had no fucking idea what I’m doing. The sales manager who I am and what I’m buying and his eyes bulged.
“Is it a safe build though? Is it reliable?” Marie mused.
The sales manager came over. “This is of course the safest build! Miss…?” He asked.
“Miss Haefner.” Marie replied coolly. He reached into his pocket and handed us a scanner. “Scan whatever you want and it’ll come up.”
He paused for a second before hesitantly putting his hand on Marie’s stomach. “Do you know what your expecting?” He asked, all smiles. I snickered, Marie looked like she was about to bite his arm off.
“Yeah. An alien.” She said nonchalantly. The sales manager frowned and removed his hand. “Well if you need help with anything else, let me know.” He said before quickly leaving.
“Marie, you must be nice.” I said laughing.
“You have some one fucking touch your stomach and see if you’re in a great mood.” She snapped irritably.
I shook my head before scanning the crib. I tried doing the same thing with my arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” Marie asked.
“Seeing how much I’m worth.”
She snorted, “Probably nothing.”
I shook my head. “I must disagree. I believe that I’m worth more than this whole store combined.”
“Yeah, maybe your ego is.” Marie retorted. I ignored her comment and we worked together to find the rest of furniture. Overall, we ended up getting the crib, a changing table, and a rocking table. Then Marie got a bunch of baby shit that I had no idea was necessary. Why does it matter what brand of wipes you use to wipe his butt? It was all going to end up the same: with shit on it. She sent me off to do what I did best, pick out toys. I headed straight to the stuffed animals knowing that one good stuffed animal is the key to any good childhood. I picked up a couple penguins and dogs, rubbing them against my face to make sure they were all soft enough. I move onto blankets and one of the things that you hang the baby up in the doorway. They all had such confusing names. I moved to the baby books and what the hell, I picked some up. My baby had to be smart or the guys would never let me live it down. Marie walked over to me, finished with her part of shopping. She raised her eyes at me, but knew me too well to say anything. We checked out and I helped the employee’s drag all of the stuff to the car. Finally, we were able to get into the car and drive away. The load on my shoulders instantly lightened, I hate shopping in public. Marie looked back at all the stuff in the trunk and spilling out into the back seat.
“I think we went a little overboard.” She said giggling.
“Ya think? No, nothing is too good for my boy.” I said proudly.
When we got back to my apartment, we immediately got to work. We painted all afternoon and into the evening. Correction: Marie painted while I sat trying to figure out the damn instructions to put everything together.
“Are you sure you put the crib together the right way?” Marie asked for the millionth time.
“Yes. I’m sure.” I snapped. Marie mimicked my face before going back to painting. Finally, she collapsed onto the floor and wiped her forehead with the back of the hand.
“Thank god, it’s done.” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh, paint was all over her hair and on her forehead.
“What?”
“You just have paint on you everywhere.” I told her.
Marie rolled her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me after I did all the work and you got to sit and try and put things together.”
“I got a battle wound!” I explained holding up the finger I got stuck between two bars for proof.
“Aw, poor baby.” She mocked. The end result of the room was looking pretty nice though.
“I’m gonna hit the sack. Remember, we’re leaving for the airport tomorrow at ten.” I reminded her.
Marie groaned. “Ugh, another early morning.”
“Shouldn’t you be used to early mornings?” I asked.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean I like them.” She said shrugging. I nodded my head to bed, my head buzzing with the though of how Olivia was going to handle living with Marie and Scott.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Chapter 12
How bout them Pens? :D
Chapter 12
We were driving down the dark roads of Pittsburgh when I saw a small convenience store on the side of the road.
“Stop.” I ordered. Jordan let out a loud sigh, but did as I directed and pulled into the small parking lot. I jumped out of the car, but Jordan’s voice interrupted me.
“Isn’t this a shady place to be at 1 in the morning?” He asked hesitantly.
I scoffed. “I’m a big girl, Jordan. I can take care of myself.” He rolled his eyes but let me go without any more complaints. I heard the unmistakable click of the door cars locking. Wow. The big, bad Jordan Staal was afraid of a little convenience store at night. I walked in and got a black coffee before adding some of my own ice to it. I grabbed a Crunch bar and paid before heading back to the car. I banged on the window before he unlocked it and I got in.
“Iced coffee? In late November?” He asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t like hot drinks.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot about your phobia of burning your mouth or something. At least I don’t have to test everything for you know and burn my own tongue.”
I blushed. “Exactly. That’s why I invented ice coffee.
“Oh, you invented ice coffee? Hmm right.” Jordan teased.
“Yeah, of course. Dunkin Donuts ripped me off.” I stated. He pulled into a parking spot and popped the trunk. This time he let me roll my suitcase without a word and we headed into the lobby of the apartment complexes. We took the elevator to the top floor and he unlocked the door. Jordan’s flat was large with high ceilings. There was a family type room with a leather couch and several comfortable chairs. There was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall and pushed against the wall was a pool table. Beneath the table was a fireplace. This was obviously where Jordan and Olivia entertained their guests. Connected to the family room was a hallway where I saw few doors, so I assumed that’s where the bedrooms were. An open doorway from the family room led into the kitchen. The spacious kitchen was one of the nicest I’ve seen. It had all the newest gadgets and it was finished off with tiled floor and a granite island and counters. Too bad I sucked at cooking too much to actually use it. Jordan dropped his bag in the closet next to the doorway and led me down the hallway. He paused to a door on the left, “That’s the guest room. There’s a bathroom in there,” he said and continued to the end of the hallway “and this can be Scott’s room.”
I crossed my arms. “But I’m not living here, remember?” I reminded him.
Jordan frowned. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“No, Jordan, we won’t. We already did, I’m not living here with you and Olivia.” I repeated.
“It’s late, I don’t feel like arguing right now. Good night, Marie.” Jordan snapped before going to his room. I headed into the guest room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I dug my pillow out of my suitcase and collapsed onto the bed.
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I rolled over and blinked wearily. Why the hell was the sun shining so brightly? Shouldn’t it be dark? I looked at the alarm clock: 12:30 PM. Holy shit! I have to feed Scott and change him! How did I sleep through all of his cries? Then I remembered where I was and where Scott was. I groaned and sat up, this was the first time in a year I slept in this much. I rolled out of bed and headed towards the kitchen to fill my grumbling stomach. Thankfully, Jordan wasn’t home. I got a bowl of Fruit Loops and sat down on the counter. As soon as I finished pouring the milk, Jordan entered the door.
“Nice hair.” He smirked. I self-consciously ran a hand through my hair, the crazy curls were sticking in several directions.
“Whatever.” I muttered.
“So, I got you a shirt for the game tonight.” He said changing the subject.
“Game?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re playing at home tonight. Oh yeah, Marc wants to see you tonight.” He explained.
“Marc? What?” I asked confused.
“We’re playing the Rangers tonight. You can go meet with him before the game in the Rangers locker room. For the game, I got you a ticket next to some of the players girlfriends and wives. They are really nice. Then after the game you can meet all the guys.” Jordan told me.
Several things about that annoyed me. The most being that Jordan thought he could just tell me what I wanted to do and I would follow it like a dog on a leash. I get to decide who I meet and when I do it. The second being that he was acting like meeting all of these people would be no big deal.
“Um, I don’t want to meet your teammates yet.” I clarified.
He burrowed his eyebrows at me. “Why not?”
He’s a male, I wouldn’t expect him to get it. “Because they are going to think that I’m just a slut that you feel bad for because you knocked up.” I explained.
“No they wouldn’t. A few of the guys like Flower and Sid might even recognize your name from the beginning of my rookie season. The girls won’t judge you, they are really friendly. Plus, you’re not a slut. I had a relationship with you.”
“We didn’t have a relationship when Scott was conceived.” I pointed out.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Is that really that important? None of the guys will think of that.”
“Alright, I’ll go to the game because I want to.” I said hoping he picked up the hint. Of course he didn’t.
“Yeah, I know. I just told you that. I’m going to go get my pre-game nap.” Jordan replied before heading into his bedroom. I know that Jordan is less superstitious than other players, but his pre-game nap was very important.
I spent the rest of the afternoon talking on the phone with Mrs. Staal. She told me all of the fun things she and Scott and had. It made my heart physically hurt how much I missed him. About an hour before I knew Jordan was heading to the arena, I took a shower and blow-dried my hair. I changed into a pair of jeans and the Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt Jordan had left on the table. I put my hair up in a high messy bun and a plastic black headband to keep my bangs back. For the first time in a while, I brushed on some make up. Ever since I had Scott I had become less concerned about my appearance. Tonight had to go perfect though. I slipped on a pair of sneakers and waited in the family room for Jordan. We got into his car without a word and I bounced my leg up and down the whole time. I knew that it was driving Jordan crazy, but for once he didn’t say anything. He parked and we walked into the arena together.
“Alright, the visitors locker room is over there,” he said pointing to the left “and Marc will be in there. Here’s your ticket, just ask a bouncer where it is and they’ll show you.” Jordan explained.
I nodded and headed into the direction of the visitors locker room. A guard was standing outside the door and he stopped me.
“Name?”
“Marie Haefner.”
He nodded and stepped outside, so I could push open the door. I almost immediately ran into a man.
“Look what the cat dragged in. A Penguins fan.” Sean Avery sneered.
I put my hands on my hips and opened my mouth to say something. Sean Avery annoyed the shit out of me. Besides, I wasn’t even a Penguins fan.
“Sean, leave her alone. She’s my brother’s..uh, actually she’s a friend.” Marc said annoyed. He smiled immediately when he saw me. “Marie!” He yelled out.
I walked self-consciously across the locker room to greet him. All of the players had stopped to watch me. I awkwardly gave Marc a hug in all of his hockey gear.
“You’re looking great. How’s the little boy doing? I heard Mom had kidnapped him.” He said grinning.
“Actually, he seems to be doing great. He just needs to stay on his medicine and hopefully there won’t be any long-term effects. Do you want to see some pictures?”
“Of course!”
I pulled out my phone and began browsing through them with Marc. I pointed out where they were and how old he was in most of them. Marc would chuckle occasionally when Scott would be covered in god knows what.
“I’m happy to say that he took after his dashing Uncle Marc. Speaking of that, I’ll be his favorite uncle. Look what I got him.” Marc said before handing me a bag from his stall. I opened it to see a Staal Rangers jersey for Scott.
I groaned. “Not you too. Eric already got Scott a Hurricanes jersey.”
“Yeah well, let the kid wear a little class.” Marc replied.
I checked my watch, “Well, I’m going to get out of your hair. I’ll see you in a few days I guess than.” I told him. He gave me one final hug. The game started at 7:30, so I waited around until 7:25. I normally wasn’t this nervous about meeting new people, but something about this society made me fidget. I always figured the girlfriends of NHL hockey players were a mix of classy, sophisticated woman or trashy puck fucks. I was a eighteen-soon to be nineteen- year old kid, I didn’t fit in either. The bouncer led me to a seat that was a few sections off the ice. I saw a few children with signs of “Best Dad Ever #13.” This must be the family section. The section for wives, girlfriends, and relatives. I was neither, so what was I doing here? I sat down next to two woman that chatting to each other, words flying from their mouths. It wasn’t until I dropped my purse underneath the seat and sat on the edge of it that they noticed me.
“Oh, you must be Marie?” The dark-headed one asked.
“Yeah, I am.” I responded.
She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vero and this is Kelsey.” Vero explained. She had a thick French-Canadian accent and has classic beauty.
“Where are you from?” Kelsey asked. She also had a Canadian accent.
“Just from Thunder Bay also.” I replied.
“And how old are you? I think Jordan mentioned that you are a few years younger than him.” Vero asked.
I looked at my hands. “I’m eighteen.” I saw Kelsey and Vero’s eyes both widen. “Almost nineteen, my birthday is in a few weeks.” I added.
They talked to me the whole game. Vero even added in a little cheer with me when Marc scored, so I wouldn’t be the only one in the whole arena. Once they got past the shock that I was so young, they were very nice. Vero introduced me to some of the older players wives and their kids. Chris Kunitz’s wife, Maureen, even offered to have play dates between Scott and their baby, Zach. I tried not to get into the game too much, but I was on my feet roaring like every one else when Sidney Crosby got a hat trick. As we were making our way to the locker room after the game, Vero made a comment.
“The boys are going to be in a great mood. Except a hard night partying at the club.” Vero teased.
I tired to keep my excitement down. “Oh, I see.”
Vero laughed. “You can’t hide that smile.”
I laughed also. “When I was in high school, I definitely liked to party a little. Since having Scott I haven’t been able to have a life for the past year.” I admitted.
Kelsey knocked her elbow with mine and winked. “Don’t worry, we still like to party also.”
Jordan seemed relieved to see me laughing with Vero and Kelsey when he came out of the locker room.
“Good game, eh?” He asked me.
“Yeah, Marc’s goal was incredible.” I teased him.
“You would only see that.” He grumbled.
I shrugged, “I can’t help that he’s one of my favorite Staal’s.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We’re partying at Diesel, that okay with you?” He asked.
I shook my head eagerly. “More than okay.” A small group of us consisting of Tyler, Kelsey, Vero, Flower, Max, Gogo, and Sidney. The whole way over the guys were teasing Max, asking which piece of ass he was going to get tonight. When we were entering the club Jordan made sure I was in the middle of the crowd, so there would be no chance that I would get carded. We all squeezed into a booth and after a few rounds of drinks, I was buzzed.
“Why doesn’t any one want to dance?” Kelsey giggled. She definitely had had a few more drinks than she needed.
“Because I suck at dancing.” I said laughing. It was true, I broke my foot dancing in the family room with my sister once.
I had just finished a drink when a knew one got sent my way. I was confused because we had been getting drinks in rounds and no one else had finished.
“What’s this?” I asked the bartender.
“A rum and coke..” He said confused.
“No, where did it come from?” I said starting to get impatient.
“From that gentleman over there.” He said pointing to a man that was looking at us from the bar. He seemed to be tall with broad shoulders and blonde hair with blue eyes. He nodded his head at me when he saw I got the drink.
“Oh hot damn.” I muttered to myself.
“He’s a cutie.” Kelsey slurred.
I pushed Jordan out of the stall with the drink in my hand before heading to the bar to meet this mysterious man.
Jordan’s POV
I saw Marie down drink after drink. I knew how hard it must have been for her to give up partying since she found she was pregnant and after she had Scott. She certainly was making up for lost time. She headed right over to the bar after that guy bought her the drink. She sat down at the bar next to the guy. After a few minutes she slapped his shoulder and I saw a wide smile lit up her face. Was that guy even saying that would be so funny? The unknown fella led her out to the dance floor and Marie was in all of her glory. Her black, curly hair was flying everywhere while she was grinding into him. Marie was doing what she did best, looking sexy. The grip on my on shot glass tightened so much it almost shattered.
“You do remember that you’re engaged, right?” Flower reminded me.
“Yeah, I know.” I snapped.
“Well, you’re looking at the girl with complete lust in your eyes.”
“No, no, I’m not.” I disagreed.
“I gotta go with Flower on this one.” Sidney agreed. I shot him a glare, he wasn’t supposed to agree.
“It’s more than that. He’s looking at her the way you look at me.” Vero told Marc.
“You know I’m right here, right?” I glanced over back on the dance floor to see that the scene had changed. The guy had taken her hand and started to try and lead her to more of the private rooms. Marie’s face looked panicked even though she was completely drunk and the guy looked annoyed. I stood up quickly and took long strides over to them. I couldn’t let anything happen to her, for Scott’s sake. Then he would just be left with a dickhead of a father. I shoved the guy roughly backwards.
“I think you need to leave.” I growled.
“What are you, her boyfriend or something?” He sneered.
“No he’s not.” Marie slurred.
“Shut up Marie, not know.” I told her. I felt bad yelling at her, but now wasn’t the time.
“See that table over there? You don’t leave now and you’ll be facing all of us.” I threatened. The guy’s smile faltered and he quickly headed back to the bar.
“I don’t want to go to the back room. My head hurts.” Marie slurred. I wrapped my arm around her waist and started dragging her out of the club.
“No, no. I don’t want to go.” She muttered. I hailed a cab and helped her get into the back of it before getting in myself. I gave the cab driver my address before returning my attention back to Marie.
“My head hurts.” She repeated.
“Here, put it on my shoulder.” I said feeling guilty. I should have known that she would have had too many drinks. She buried her head on my shoulder, something I know she would never knew if she were sober. Her hair was tickling my face and her hot breathe was breathing down my neck, her lips brushing it.
“Mmm, better.” She said finally sighing. She was silent for most of the cab ride before the very end.
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, I have your back.” I promised.
Chapter 12
We were driving down the dark roads of Pittsburgh when I saw a small convenience store on the side of the road.
“Stop.” I ordered. Jordan let out a loud sigh, but did as I directed and pulled into the small parking lot. I jumped out of the car, but Jordan’s voice interrupted me.
“Isn’t this a shady place to be at 1 in the morning?” He asked hesitantly.
I scoffed. “I’m a big girl, Jordan. I can take care of myself.” He rolled his eyes but let me go without any more complaints. I heard the unmistakable click of the door cars locking. Wow. The big, bad Jordan Staal was afraid of a little convenience store at night. I walked in and got a black coffee before adding some of my own ice to it. I grabbed a Crunch bar and paid before heading back to the car. I banged on the window before he unlocked it and I got in.
“Iced coffee? In late November?” He asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t like hot drinks.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot about your phobia of burning your mouth or something. At least I don’t have to test everything for you know and burn my own tongue.”
I blushed. “Exactly. That’s why I invented ice coffee.
“Oh, you invented ice coffee? Hmm right.” Jordan teased.
“Yeah, of course. Dunkin Donuts ripped me off.” I stated. He pulled into a parking spot and popped the trunk. This time he let me roll my suitcase without a word and we headed into the lobby of the apartment complexes. We took the elevator to the top floor and he unlocked the door. Jordan’s flat was large with high ceilings. There was a family type room with a leather couch and several comfortable chairs. There was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall and pushed against the wall was a pool table. Beneath the table was a fireplace. This was obviously where Jordan and Olivia entertained their guests. Connected to the family room was a hallway where I saw few doors, so I assumed that’s where the bedrooms were. An open doorway from the family room led into the kitchen. The spacious kitchen was one of the nicest I’ve seen. It had all the newest gadgets and it was finished off with tiled floor and a granite island and counters. Too bad I sucked at cooking too much to actually use it. Jordan dropped his bag in the closet next to the doorway and led me down the hallway. He paused to a door on the left, “That’s the guest room. There’s a bathroom in there,” he said and continued to the end of the hallway “and this can be Scott’s room.”
I crossed my arms. “But I’m not living here, remember?” I reminded him.
Jordan frowned. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“No, Jordan, we won’t. We already did, I’m not living here with you and Olivia.” I repeated.
“It’s late, I don’t feel like arguing right now. Good night, Marie.” Jordan snapped before going to his room. I headed into the guest room and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I dug my pillow out of my suitcase and collapsed onto the bed.
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I rolled over and blinked wearily. Why the hell was the sun shining so brightly? Shouldn’t it be dark? I looked at the alarm clock: 12:30 PM. Holy shit! I have to feed Scott and change him! How did I sleep through all of his cries? Then I remembered where I was and where Scott was. I groaned and sat up, this was the first time in a year I slept in this much. I rolled out of bed and headed towards the kitchen to fill my grumbling stomach. Thankfully, Jordan wasn’t home. I got a bowl of Fruit Loops and sat down on the counter. As soon as I finished pouring the milk, Jordan entered the door.
“Nice hair.” He smirked. I self-consciously ran a hand through my hair, the crazy curls were sticking in several directions.
“Whatever.” I muttered.
“So, I got you a shirt for the game tonight.” He said changing the subject.
“Game?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re playing at home tonight. Oh yeah, Marc wants to see you tonight.” He explained.
“Marc? What?” I asked confused.
“We’re playing the Rangers tonight. You can go meet with him before the game in the Rangers locker room. For the game, I got you a ticket next to some of the players girlfriends and wives. They are really nice. Then after the game you can meet all the guys.” Jordan told me.
Several things about that annoyed me. The most being that Jordan thought he could just tell me what I wanted to do and I would follow it like a dog on a leash. I get to decide who I meet and when I do it. The second being that he was acting like meeting all of these people would be no big deal.
“Um, I don’t want to meet your teammates yet.” I clarified.
He burrowed his eyebrows at me. “Why not?”
He’s a male, I wouldn’t expect him to get it. “Because they are going to think that I’m just a slut that you feel bad for because you knocked up.” I explained.
“No they wouldn’t. A few of the guys like Flower and Sid might even recognize your name from the beginning of my rookie season. The girls won’t judge you, they are really friendly. Plus, you’re not a slut. I had a relationship with you.”
“We didn’t have a relationship when Scott was conceived.” I pointed out.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Is that really that important? None of the guys will think of that.”
“Alright, I’ll go to the game because I want to.” I said hoping he picked up the hint. Of course he didn’t.
“Yeah, I know. I just told you that. I’m going to go get my pre-game nap.” Jordan replied before heading into his bedroom. I know that Jordan is less superstitious than other players, but his pre-game nap was very important.
I spent the rest of the afternoon talking on the phone with Mrs. Staal. She told me all of the fun things she and Scott and had. It made my heart physically hurt how much I missed him. About an hour before I knew Jordan was heading to the arena, I took a shower and blow-dried my hair. I changed into a pair of jeans and the Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt Jordan had left on the table. I put my hair up in a high messy bun and a plastic black headband to keep my bangs back. For the first time in a while, I brushed on some make up. Ever since I had Scott I had become less concerned about my appearance. Tonight had to go perfect though. I slipped on a pair of sneakers and waited in the family room for Jordan. We got into his car without a word and I bounced my leg up and down the whole time. I knew that it was driving Jordan crazy, but for once he didn’t say anything. He parked and we walked into the arena together.
“Alright, the visitors locker room is over there,” he said pointing to the left “and Marc will be in there. Here’s your ticket, just ask a bouncer where it is and they’ll show you.” Jordan explained.
I nodded and headed into the direction of the visitors locker room. A guard was standing outside the door and he stopped me.
“Name?”
“Marie Haefner.”
He nodded and stepped outside, so I could push open the door. I almost immediately ran into a man.
“Look what the cat dragged in. A Penguins fan.” Sean Avery sneered.
I put my hands on my hips and opened my mouth to say something. Sean Avery annoyed the shit out of me. Besides, I wasn’t even a Penguins fan.
“Sean, leave her alone. She’s my brother’s..uh, actually she’s a friend.” Marc said annoyed. He smiled immediately when he saw me. “Marie!” He yelled out.
I walked self-consciously across the locker room to greet him. All of the players had stopped to watch me. I awkwardly gave Marc a hug in all of his hockey gear.
“You’re looking great. How’s the little boy doing? I heard Mom had kidnapped him.” He said grinning.
“Actually, he seems to be doing great. He just needs to stay on his medicine and hopefully there won’t be any long-term effects. Do you want to see some pictures?”
“Of course!”
I pulled out my phone and began browsing through them with Marc. I pointed out where they were and how old he was in most of them. Marc would chuckle occasionally when Scott would be covered in god knows what.
“I’m happy to say that he took after his dashing Uncle Marc. Speaking of that, I’ll be his favorite uncle. Look what I got him.” Marc said before handing me a bag from his stall. I opened it to see a Staal Rangers jersey for Scott.
I groaned. “Not you too. Eric already got Scott a Hurricanes jersey.”
“Yeah well, let the kid wear a little class.” Marc replied.
I checked my watch, “Well, I’m going to get out of your hair. I’ll see you in a few days I guess than.” I told him. He gave me one final hug. The game started at 7:30, so I waited around until 7:25. I normally wasn’t this nervous about meeting new people, but something about this society made me fidget. I always figured the girlfriends of NHL hockey players were a mix of classy, sophisticated woman or trashy puck fucks. I was a eighteen-soon to be nineteen- year old kid, I didn’t fit in either. The bouncer led me to a seat that was a few sections off the ice. I saw a few children with signs of “Best Dad Ever #13.” This must be the family section. The section for wives, girlfriends, and relatives. I was neither, so what was I doing here? I sat down next to two woman that chatting to each other, words flying from their mouths. It wasn’t until I dropped my purse underneath the seat and sat on the edge of it that they noticed me.
“Oh, you must be Marie?” The dark-headed one asked.
“Yeah, I am.” I responded.
She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vero and this is Kelsey.” Vero explained. She had a thick French-Canadian accent and has classic beauty.
“Where are you from?” Kelsey asked. She also had a Canadian accent.
“Just from Thunder Bay also.” I replied.
“And how old are you? I think Jordan mentioned that you are a few years younger than him.” Vero asked.
I looked at my hands. “I’m eighteen.” I saw Kelsey and Vero’s eyes both widen. “Almost nineteen, my birthday is in a few weeks.” I added.
They talked to me the whole game. Vero even added in a little cheer with me when Marc scored, so I wouldn’t be the only one in the whole arena. Once they got past the shock that I was so young, they were very nice. Vero introduced me to some of the older players wives and their kids. Chris Kunitz’s wife, Maureen, even offered to have play dates between Scott and their baby, Zach. I tried not to get into the game too much, but I was on my feet roaring like every one else when Sidney Crosby got a hat trick. As we were making our way to the locker room after the game, Vero made a comment.
“The boys are going to be in a great mood. Except a hard night partying at the club.” Vero teased.
I tired to keep my excitement down. “Oh, I see.”
Vero laughed. “You can’t hide that smile.”
I laughed also. “When I was in high school, I definitely liked to party a little. Since having Scott I haven’t been able to have a life for the past year.” I admitted.
Kelsey knocked her elbow with mine and winked. “Don’t worry, we still like to party also.”
Jordan seemed relieved to see me laughing with Vero and Kelsey when he came out of the locker room.
“Good game, eh?” He asked me.
“Yeah, Marc’s goal was incredible.” I teased him.
“You would only see that.” He grumbled.
I shrugged, “I can’t help that he’s one of my favorite Staal’s.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. We’re partying at Diesel, that okay with you?” He asked.
I shook my head eagerly. “More than okay.” A small group of us consisting of Tyler, Kelsey, Vero, Flower, Max, Gogo, and Sidney. The whole way over the guys were teasing Max, asking which piece of ass he was going to get tonight. When we were entering the club Jordan made sure I was in the middle of the crowd, so there would be no chance that I would get carded. We all squeezed into a booth and after a few rounds of drinks, I was buzzed.
“Why doesn’t any one want to dance?” Kelsey giggled. She definitely had had a few more drinks than she needed.
“Because I suck at dancing.” I said laughing. It was true, I broke my foot dancing in the family room with my sister once.
I had just finished a drink when a knew one got sent my way. I was confused because we had been getting drinks in rounds and no one else had finished.
“What’s this?” I asked the bartender.
“A rum and coke..” He said confused.
“No, where did it come from?” I said starting to get impatient.
“From that gentleman over there.” He said pointing to a man that was looking at us from the bar. He seemed to be tall with broad shoulders and blonde hair with blue eyes. He nodded his head at me when he saw I got the drink.
“Oh hot damn.” I muttered to myself.
“He’s a cutie.” Kelsey slurred.
I pushed Jordan out of the stall with the drink in my hand before heading to the bar to meet this mysterious man.
Jordan’s POV
I saw Marie down drink after drink. I knew how hard it must have been for her to give up partying since she found she was pregnant and after she had Scott. She certainly was making up for lost time. She headed right over to the bar after that guy bought her the drink. She sat down at the bar next to the guy. After a few minutes she slapped his shoulder and I saw a wide smile lit up her face. Was that guy even saying that would be so funny? The unknown fella led her out to the dance floor and Marie was in all of her glory. Her black, curly hair was flying everywhere while she was grinding into him. Marie was doing what she did best, looking sexy. The grip on my on shot glass tightened so much it almost shattered.
“You do remember that you’re engaged, right?” Flower reminded me.
“Yeah, I know.” I snapped.
“Well, you’re looking at the girl with complete lust in your eyes.”
“No, no, I’m not.” I disagreed.
“I gotta go with Flower on this one.” Sidney agreed. I shot him a glare, he wasn’t supposed to agree.
“It’s more than that. He’s looking at her the way you look at me.” Vero told Marc.
“You know I’m right here, right?” I glanced over back on the dance floor to see that the scene had changed. The guy had taken her hand and started to try and lead her to more of the private rooms. Marie’s face looked panicked even though she was completely drunk and the guy looked annoyed. I stood up quickly and took long strides over to them. I couldn’t let anything happen to her, for Scott’s sake. Then he would just be left with a dickhead of a father. I shoved the guy roughly backwards.
“I think you need to leave.” I growled.
“What are you, her boyfriend or something?” He sneered.
“No he’s not.” Marie slurred.
“Shut up Marie, not know.” I told her. I felt bad yelling at her, but now wasn’t the time.
“See that table over there? You don’t leave now and you’ll be facing all of us.” I threatened. The guy’s smile faltered and he quickly headed back to the bar.
“I don’t want to go to the back room. My head hurts.” Marie slurred. I wrapped my arm around her waist and started dragging her out of the club.
“No, no. I don’t want to go.” She muttered. I hailed a cab and helped her get into the back of it before getting in myself. I gave the cab driver my address before returning my attention back to Marie.
“My head hurts.” She repeated.
“Here, put it on my shoulder.” I said feeling guilty. I should have known that she would have had too many drinks. She buried her head on my shoulder, something I know she would never knew if she were sober. Her hair was tickling my face and her hot breathe was breathing down my neck, her lips brushing it.
“Mmm, better.” She said finally sighing. She was silent for most of the cab ride before the very end.
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, I have your back.” I promised.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
* Flashback *
Jordan’s POV
It was a beautiful day and we decided to eat on the back porch. It was the first time all six of us had eaten dinner together in a year. Marc and Eric were already home because the Hurricanes didn’t make the playoffs and Marc wasn’t called up. Jared was always home and I just came back after losing to the Senators in five games. I was embarrassed that we played so bad in the playoffs, but knowing that I made it farther than any of my brothers made me feel better. Jared was being pouting the whole dinner, pissed at Mom that he couldn’t go to Marie’s lacrosse game. I tried to not let it show that it bothered him that him and Marie were still such great friends. I would be lying if I said I still didn’t have any feelings with Marie. It was stupid how I reacted after I got drafted, and if I could I would take it all back. But I do know Marie and I know she would never take me back, she was too proud to do that. Jared tensed when we heard a car go down Marie’s driveway. He stared at Mom pleadingly.
“Fine, Jared you can go ask her if they won, I’m curious too. But come right back.” She ordered. Jared popped out of his chair and practically ran out of the kitchen and to the back door. “Marie Antoinette!” He called out standing on the drive way. We could hear him, but not see him.
“Jare-Bear?” Marie called back laughing. I shoved food in my mouth and stared at my plate, trying to concentrate on chewing.
“You won!” Jared said excitedly.
“Hell yeah!”
“How’d you do?” Jared asked.
“Three goals.” Marie responded.
“Hattie!” Jared said.
Marie laughed. “That’s hockey Jared.”
“Oh yeah, my mom wants to know what color your dress is.” Jared told her. I tensed and tightened my hold on my fork, a dress for what? Eric raised his eyebrows at me from across the table.
“I’m going with Peyton tomorrow to get one. Hey, listen, we’re going out to celebrate tonight at IHOP around tenish? You in?” Marie asked.
“Who’s going?” Jared asked.
“Peyton, Tommy, Kyle, Alicia..that whole group. And the lacrosse team.” Marie replied.
“Cool, I’m in.”
“Alright, come to my house at like 9:45.”
“Okay, I have to finish dinner. See ya later.” Jared said before walking back down and sitting at the table.
Mom laughed. “Did I tell you that you could go out tonight?”
Jared shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. So I’ll tell you what color the dress is tomorrow.”
“What dress?” Marc asked confused.
Dad snorted. “Jared couldn’t find a girl to go to prom with him, so Marie felt bad and decided to go with him.”
Jared turned red. “No, she did it because she’s a good friend.” He said shooting a look at me. I thought of the picture of Marie and me at prom still sitting on my dresser in my apartment at Pittsburgh. I jabbed my fork into my meatball. How is my little brother taking the same girl-my girl- that I took to prom a year ago?
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Jordan, Mr. and Mrs. Staal, Jared, and I were all standing in the airport. Olivia just got onto her flight to go to New York City, apparently she had some sort of girls shopping week planned. How can you go shopping for a whole week? Beats me. Jordan and I were going to Pittsburgh and Mr. and Mrs. Staal and Jared were going back to Thunder Bay. Mrs. Staal was trying to pry Scott from my arms. “Marie, it’s okay. Remember, we have this all planned out. You know it wouldn’t be safe for him right now.” Mrs. Staal soothed me. The plan was for Mrs. Staal to take Scott back to Thunder Bay for a week to show him off to every one. The real logic behind this was so it would give Jordan and I time to go apartment hunting for me. And apparently Jordan’s flat right now would be to dangerous for Scott. Still, Scott was a piece of me. I had a hard time handing him over to some one, even though I know Mrs. Staal would guard him with her life.
“Marie, you have to board your plane now.” Mrs. Staal reminded me. I slowly handed him over to her, trying to remind myself that it was for his own good.
She smiled. “I’ll fly down in a week with him to help get every one settled.” The final boarding call was announced over the louder speaker. Jared quickly gave me and hug and Mr. Staal kissed me on the cheek. I kissed Scott on the cheek one last time. “I love you.” I told him. I still couldn’t stop feeling guilty, feeling like I was leaving him. Jordan ushered me towards the gate.
“This is his first time flying. I don’t know how he’ll do, maybe you ca-“ I started rambling over my shoulder. Jordan cut me off by shoving me on the shoulder, pushing me out of view.
“Ass.” I growled.
Jordan shrugged. ‘Just didn’t want to miss the plane, drama queen.” I bordered the plane and started to heads toward the back of the plane. Jordan grabbed my arm again and pulled me backwards.
“First class.” He stated. I sat down in the cushy chairs with the luxurious leg room. I leaned the seat back as far as possible before snapping it back up quickly. Jordan rolled his eyes at me before taking the window seat. I could get used to this for sure. A man rushed on and took the empty seat besides me. I felt myself starting to get claustrophobic, so I put in my iPod and tried to relax. We were a couple hours in when I felt myself starting to doze off. It was a first time in awhile that I could just sleep and not worry about Scott waking up or anything else for the matter.
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I woke up with my head leaning against a shoulder instead of the head rest. My head shot up when I realized it was on Jordan’s shoulder. He tried to suppress a laugh when he realized I was up.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I muttered.
He started laughing even more. “I did, you retard. At first you fell asleep on that guys shoulder. I figured that even though you hate me you would rather be asleep on my shoulder than some random guys.” He stated. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. I desperately hoped that he didn’t notice the large slobber mark on his shoulder. Unfortunately, it seemed the moment that ran through my head he did notice it.
“Ew. You drooled on me.” He said looking down.
“No, I didn’t you prick.” I muttered.
Jordan let out a shit-eating grin. “How am I the prick for letting you get all of your nasty germs out on me?”
I snorted. “Nasty germs? Real nice.”
He shrugged. “Just telling it as it is.” The flight only lasted thirty more minutes before we were finally able to get off the damn plane. I just had issues sitting around for long periods of time. When we got into the Pittsburgh airport it was around 12 in the morning, so it wasn’t too crowded. Still, Jordan did everything with his favorite yellow hat pulled down and at a brisk walk. He took both of our suitcases and started to weal them to the parking lot.
“Let me take mine.” I said reaching for mine.
He pulled it away from me. “No, I got it.”
“No, let me do it.” I growled, annoyed now. I tried to reach across his body and grab it, but he held onto it. Jordan kept a firm grip on it while I kept pulling it. A few seconds later though, we both let go of it. It went flying from our grips and crashed onto the ground.
“Now look what you did.” I said sighing.
“Me/? What I do? I tried to be a gentleman and help you!” Jordan insisted.
I rolled my eyes. “You couldn’t be less of a gentleman.”
Jordan scoffed. “Now that just hurts.” Finally, we both just put the luggage into the back of his car and I got into the passengers side. I took a deep breath before strapping into my new life.
* Flashback *
Jordan’s POV
It was a beautiful day and we decided to eat on the back porch. It was the first time all six of us had eaten dinner together in a year. Marc and Eric were already home because the Hurricanes didn’t make the playoffs and Marc wasn’t called up. Jared was always home and I just came back after losing to the Senators in five games. I was embarrassed that we played so bad in the playoffs, but knowing that I made it farther than any of my brothers made me feel better. Jared was being pouting the whole dinner, pissed at Mom that he couldn’t go to Marie’s lacrosse game. I tried to not let it show that it bothered him that him and Marie were still such great friends. I would be lying if I said I still didn’t have any feelings with Marie. It was stupid how I reacted after I got drafted, and if I could I would take it all back. But I do know Marie and I know she would never take me back, she was too proud to do that. Jared tensed when we heard a car go down Marie’s driveway. He stared at Mom pleadingly.
“Fine, Jared you can go ask her if they won, I’m curious too. But come right back.” She ordered. Jared popped out of his chair and practically ran out of the kitchen and to the back door. “Marie Antoinette!” He called out standing on the drive way. We could hear him, but not see him.
“Jare-Bear?” Marie called back laughing. I shoved food in my mouth and stared at my plate, trying to concentrate on chewing.
“You won!” Jared said excitedly.
“Hell yeah!”
“How’d you do?” Jared asked.
“Three goals.” Marie responded.
“Hattie!” Jared said.
Marie laughed. “That’s hockey Jared.”
“Oh yeah, my mom wants to know what color your dress is.” Jared told her. I tensed and tightened my hold on my fork, a dress for what? Eric raised his eyebrows at me from across the table.
“I’m going with Peyton tomorrow to get one. Hey, listen, we’re going out to celebrate tonight at IHOP around tenish? You in?” Marie asked.
“Who’s going?” Jared asked.
“Peyton, Tommy, Kyle, Alicia..that whole group. And the lacrosse team.” Marie replied.
“Cool, I’m in.”
“Alright, come to my house at like 9:45.”
“Okay, I have to finish dinner. See ya later.” Jared said before walking back down and sitting at the table.
Mom laughed. “Did I tell you that you could go out tonight?”
Jared shrugged. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. So I’ll tell you what color the dress is tomorrow.”
“What dress?” Marc asked confused.
Dad snorted. “Jared couldn’t find a girl to go to prom with him, so Marie felt bad and decided to go with him.”
Jared turned red. “No, she did it because she’s a good friend.” He said shooting a look at me. I thought of the picture of Marie and me at prom still sitting on my dresser in my apartment at Pittsburgh. I jabbed my fork into my meatball. How is my little brother taking the same girl-my girl- that I took to prom a year ago?
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Jordan, Mr. and Mrs. Staal, Jared, and I were all standing in the airport. Olivia just got onto her flight to go to New York City, apparently she had some sort of girls shopping week planned. How can you go shopping for a whole week? Beats me. Jordan and I were going to Pittsburgh and Mr. and Mrs. Staal and Jared were going back to Thunder Bay. Mrs. Staal was trying to pry Scott from my arms. “Marie, it’s okay. Remember, we have this all planned out. You know it wouldn’t be safe for him right now.” Mrs. Staal soothed me. The plan was for Mrs. Staal to take Scott back to Thunder Bay for a week to show him off to every one. The real logic behind this was so it would give Jordan and I time to go apartment hunting for me. And apparently Jordan’s flat right now would be to dangerous for Scott. Still, Scott was a piece of me. I had a hard time handing him over to some one, even though I know Mrs. Staal would guard him with her life.
“Marie, you have to board your plane now.” Mrs. Staal reminded me. I slowly handed him over to her, trying to remind myself that it was for his own good.
She smiled. “I’ll fly down in a week with him to help get every one settled.” The final boarding call was announced over the louder speaker. Jared quickly gave me and hug and Mr. Staal kissed me on the cheek. I kissed Scott on the cheek one last time. “I love you.” I told him. I still couldn’t stop feeling guilty, feeling like I was leaving him. Jordan ushered me towards the gate.
“This is his first time flying. I don’t know how he’ll do, maybe you ca-“ I started rambling over my shoulder. Jordan cut me off by shoving me on the shoulder, pushing me out of view.
“Ass.” I growled.
Jordan shrugged. ‘Just didn’t want to miss the plane, drama queen.” I bordered the plane and started to heads toward the back of the plane. Jordan grabbed my arm again and pulled me backwards.
“First class.” He stated. I sat down in the cushy chairs with the luxurious leg room. I leaned the seat back as far as possible before snapping it back up quickly. Jordan rolled his eyes at me before taking the window seat. I could get used to this for sure. A man rushed on and took the empty seat besides me. I felt myself starting to get claustrophobic, so I put in my iPod and tried to relax. We were a couple hours in when I felt myself starting to doze off. It was a first time in awhile that I could just sleep and not worry about Scott waking up or anything else for the matter.
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I woke up with my head leaning against a shoulder instead of the head rest. My head shot up when I realized it was on Jordan’s shoulder. He tried to suppress a laugh when he realized I was up.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I muttered.
He started laughing even more. “I did, you retard. At first you fell asleep on that guys shoulder. I figured that even though you hate me you would rather be asleep on my shoulder than some random guys.” He stated. I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. I desperately hoped that he didn’t notice the large slobber mark on his shoulder. Unfortunately, it seemed the moment that ran through my head he did notice it.
“Ew. You drooled on me.” He said looking down.
“No, I didn’t you prick.” I muttered.
Jordan let out a shit-eating grin. “How am I the prick for letting you get all of your nasty germs out on me?”
I snorted. “Nasty germs? Real nice.”
He shrugged. “Just telling it as it is.” The flight only lasted thirty more minutes before we were finally able to get off the damn plane. I just had issues sitting around for long periods of time. When we got into the Pittsburgh airport it was around 12 in the morning, so it wasn’t too crowded. Still, Jordan did everything with his favorite yellow hat pulled down and at a brisk walk. He took both of our suitcases and started to weal them to the parking lot.
“Let me take mine.” I said reaching for mine.
He pulled it away from me. “No, I got it.”
“No, let me do it.” I growled, annoyed now. I tried to reach across his body and grab it, but he held onto it. Jordan kept a firm grip on it while I kept pulling it. A few seconds later though, we both let go of it. It went flying from our grips and crashed onto the ground.
“Now look what you did.” I said sighing.
“Me/? What I do? I tried to be a gentleman and help you!” Jordan insisted.
I rolled my eyes. “You couldn’t be less of a gentleman.”
Jordan scoffed. “Now that just hurts.” Finally, we both just put the luggage into the back of his car and I got into the passengers side. I took a deep breath before strapping into my new life.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Chapter 10
Chapter 10
* Flashback *
I cranked down the window in Lucy’s old jeep. It was Friday, the start of spring break and we just finished up lacrosse practice. She was driving me right to the Staal’s. Mrs. Staal was freaking out because Eric had convinced her and Mr. Staal to go to his last home game. She thought she had everything ready for their Easter celebration, but she forgot the candy cake. Since Jared and Jordan were retarded little children when it came to the kitchen, she begged me to the help them. Lucy pulled into their driveway and I jumped, went to the trunk, and grabbed my lacrosse bag.
“Thanks Luce!” I called out.
She waved. “No prob!” Lucy yelled out of the window before pulling out of the driveway. I let my self into the house and threw my bag into the mud room before going to the kitchen.
Jordan’s POV
I was looking in the fridge when Marie just walked into the kitchen. She just came back from practice so she was wearing nothing but a pinny that revealed most of her bright red sports bra and a pair of blue shorts. It bothered me that without even trying, she could easily turn me on. She walked over, intending to give me a hug, but instead I pinned her against the fridge. I put both of my hands on either side of her head and leaned in so I was only inches away from her. Her breath got caught in her throat.
“How your day?” I mocked her.
“Good.” She squeaked out. It was nice to know she reacted the same way I did to her. I captured her bottom lip and kissed her. “How about now?”
“Great. Now kiss me again.” Marie instructed. I grinned and easily complied to her order. I pressed my lips against hers before swirling my tongue around in her mouth. She responded my pushing herself against me. I moaned and knew I had to stop soon or this would go farther than I intended.
“Ewy, guys! I don’t want to see that!” Jared said before covering his eyes. I groaned and turned around. “Stop being so fucking immature.” To my disappointment, Marie used that second to escape from my grasp.
Jared shrugged, “I’m not immature. Trust me, I make out with my girlfriend. I just don’t do it in front of you.”
“Aw Jared, she actually kisses you? That’s a surprise.” Marie joked. Jared tried to scowl, but ended up on laughing. He settled on flicking the back of her head.
“Ow!” She exclaimed before hitting him on the shoulder. Jared’s laughter echoed around the room. “You call that a hit? You hit like a girl!”
“That’s because I am a girl!” Marie retorted before using her knee to knee him in the balls. Jared doubled over, grasping his waist.
“That’s what I thought.” Marie smirked. I went over to stand next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She leaned against me for a second before grabbing the spatula covered in frosting.
“Woah. You guys actually made the cake without burning the house down. I’m impressed.”
Jared finally caught his breath. “See, I am a smart cookie!” Marie laughed before she started attacking the cake. I noticed that when she was really concentrating she stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. Weird, but definitely cute. After ten minutes, she finally pulled away from it.
“Does it look okay? I mean it’ll never look as good as your mom’s but..” Marie trailed off looking at it helplessly.
“Don’t worry Mar, people will say how beautiful it is and how shitty it tastes.” Jared reassured her. Marie laughed before throwing a bag of M&M’s at me.
“Here, put these around the rim of the cake.” She ordered. I loved it when she took charge, it was so sexy. I did as she ordered and placed the M&M’s on the cake. She finished the decoration frosting and finished it off by putting the peeps on the cake.
“Ta-da! Alright, if either of you touch this, I’ll shoot you.” She warned before carefully putting the cake into the fridge. After that, she sat onto the counter and put the bowl of frosting on her lap. She dipped her finger into it and caught my eye. Marie put her finger in her mouth, looking at me the whole time. She slowly licked her whole finger clean of it before sucking on the tip of it. Once she was finished, she smiled mischievously at me. I forced myself to look away or how much she was turning me on would become quickly become apparent.
Jared looked at both of us. “Yeah. I’m going to go to my room now.” He said before quickly disappearing. Marie gathered up the frosting in her hand before launching it at me. It hit me right in the face as I looked at her in disbelief.
“You’re done for it!” I yelled and grabbed the other frosting bowl before launching it at her. We kept throwing and dodging the frosting, running around the whole kitchen. By the time we were finished, the whole kitchen was covered in frosting. We both ended up on the floor next to each other, leaning against the cabinets. Marie got a paper towel and started to wipe some of it off.
“You missed a spot.” I smirked before leaning over and placing my lips on her left shoulder. I carefully dragged my tongue over the frosting, licking it off her shoulder completely. To make sure it was all gone, I sucked her tender skin. She squirmed and threw her head back before moaning. I pulled my head back and laughed.
“All gone now.” I told her.
“I have frosting all over me, even in my bra. Maybe I should just take it off!” She teased me.
I grinned. “No, please let me do that.”
* Present Day *
We arrived back to my house at around 8 PM.
“Are we seriously staying here?” I heard Olivia whisper to Jordan. I rolled my eyes and tried to not be offended by her comment. I worked harder every day than her pathetic ass did her whole life. Jordan carried Scott in by the car seat carrier.
“Be careful.” I warned him.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Of course I will be.” I followed him into the house and locked the door behind us.
“Where I should I put him?” He asked. “You can put him on the kitchen table, for now.” I responded. I disappeared into my room and came out a few minutes later carrying Scott’s footie-pajamas. They were definitely worn in and I had to stitch them several times. Jordan frowned when he saw them, but knew better than to say anything. I smiled at Scott and held up the pajamas. “How about these, big boy?” I carefully changed him out of the jersey and sweatpants.
“Jordy, could you hand me a blanket please?” I asked. It was too late when I realized that I used the nickname I used to call him back when we were dating. I prayed he didn’t notice. If he did, he didn’t let me on to it. Jordan stretched and got the blanket on top of the couch and tossed it at me. I caught it and layed it down on the table. I lifted Scott up and sniffed his diaper before laying him down on top of the blanket. Thankfully, it was clean. I put on the pajamas and zipped them up in the back. Scott let out a big yawn and was struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Alright, Scotty. Time for bed.” I told him before picking him up and walked back into my room. Jared was standing awkwardly in front of my bed, stripped down to just his boxers.
“Jet lag getting to you, eh?” I asked.
He nodded. “Alright, you can just get in. I’ll be there soon.” I told him. He took my words and quickly got into the bed and pulled the covers up over him. I smirked, Jared hadn’t changed at all. I kissed Scott’s forehead before laying him down in his crib. “I love you Scott.” I told him. I got my own pajamas consisting of a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt that I probably kept from an ex-boyfriend and changed in the bathroom. I went to the small closet and pulled out my spare comforter and two pillows. I headed into the sitting room and Olivia was sitting on the very edge of the couch flipping the channels on my dinky television.
“There’s like, no channels.” She whined. I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“Can you get up?” I asked her. She quickly stood up and wrapped her arms around herself. I pulled out the couch to make it the bed. I threw the pillows and comforter on top. “There, I’m going to bed. Try to be quiet, Scott needs his sleep.” I told them. Plus, I didn’t want to have to sanitize the couch if they decided to have a quickie.
“Thanks, Marie.” Jordan told me. I nodded my head and went back to my room and shut the door. I eagerly collapsed into bed. The only sleep I had gotten the past few days had been in the hard, plastic chairs at the hospital and it had all been emotionally draining. I pushed Jared to his side of the bed, his large frame was taking up most of it.
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Scott’s cries woke me up a few hours later, nothing that I wasn’t used to. Something that was out of ordinary was that a man was standing in front of his crib. My sat up straight, disorientated for a second. Then I remembered that Jared was in my bed and it was Jordan in front of the crib.
“Fuck Jordan, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I told him before I got up and took Scott in my arms.
“Sorry.” He whispered. “I heard him crying, so I thought I could do something to help.” Jordan said hopefully. I listened to his cry for a second before shaking my head.
“Unless you sprung breasts over night, then no can do.” I said.
“Oh, so you breast-feed?” He tried to say casually.
I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s healthier for him and it saves me a fortune.” I pointed him to the door. “Sorry, but you have to go.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jordan said. I turned around and glared at him.
“Sorry. Didn’t know where that came from.” He muttered staring at the floor. I glanced at Jared, amazed that he was still snoring through all of this. I went into the sitting room and sat on the over-stuffed chair. For some reason, Jordan squeezed himself next to me. It was uncomfortably close. Since he insisted on being there when I fed him for some unknown reason, I grabbed a blanket so I could cover up. I put the blanket over me before pulling my shut up so Scott could latch on. He eagerly latched and started to greedily suck. We sat there for a few minutes with just the sound of Scott sucking before Jordan finally broke the silence. “You know, that’s my shirt.”
“What?” I asked confusing. He tugged on the hem of my shirt.
“The shirt you’re wearing, it’s mine. Or at least it used to.” Jordan said. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. “Oh well, sorry.”
He shrugged, “Whatever, I don’t really care.” When we were dating he used to say about how much he loved seeing me in his clothes.
“Marie. We have to talk.” Jordan said. I tried to repress my groan, talks were always the worst.
“Okay.”
“You know I have to be apart of his life and that you’re not getting rid of me. I’ve already missed two games and I really shouldn’t miss more. Please, please, please move with me to Pitttsburgh. Why not?” He begged.
I looked away uncomfortably before rubbing my neck. It was true, I know he wouldn’t stop bugging me until I gave in.
“Fine, but I’m not going to live in the same apartment as you.” No way I was going to be kept up every night hearing him and Olivia roll between the sheets. Plus, being left alone with Olivia when Jordan was on road trips would be the most awkward thing ever. Also, if Jordan started taking more care of Scott, who said I couldn’t have a few one night stands? Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean my vagina and sex drive shriveled up.
Jordan grinned. “There’s an apartment on sale on the floor below us. It’ll be perfect for you! You’ll have to live with Liv and me for a few weeks, though.”
“And I get to pay for some of it.”
Jordan frowned. “No, because that would mean you have to work and that would mean Scott would have to go to a daycare. He already won’t get to see enough of me, he needs his mom. Daycare isn’t a place for children to grow up.” He said firmly. I sighed, I couldn’t argue with him on that. That was one thing we agreed on.
“You could go to college if you want..Pitt is right there..” Jordan offered.
I shrugged. “I always figured I would go back to school when Scott was in pre-school, when I had more time. Speaking of time, what am I supposed to do with myself? Just watch Scott?” I asked. I was used to being a busy person.
“Well, most of the wives and girlfriends are part of working for charity group. It doesn’t pay anything, but it keeps every one occupied. It’s very flexible so you could stay have the freedom to take care of Scott.” He told me. I couldn’t deny it, that did sound great.
“Alright, I guess..” I told him. Jordan’s face lit up and I had to remind myself that he was just happy about Scott, not me.
* Flashback *
I cranked down the window in Lucy’s old jeep. It was Friday, the start of spring break and we just finished up lacrosse practice. She was driving me right to the Staal’s. Mrs. Staal was freaking out because Eric had convinced her and Mr. Staal to go to his last home game. She thought she had everything ready for their Easter celebration, but she forgot the candy cake. Since Jared and Jordan were retarded little children when it came to the kitchen, she begged me to the help them. Lucy pulled into their driveway and I jumped, went to the trunk, and grabbed my lacrosse bag.
“Thanks Luce!” I called out.
She waved. “No prob!” Lucy yelled out of the window before pulling out of the driveway. I let my self into the house and threw my bag into the mud room before going to the kitchen.
Jordan’s POV
I was looking in the fridge when Marie just walked into the kitchen. She just came back from practice so she was wearing nothing but a pinny that revealed most of her bright red sports bra and a pair of blue shorts. It bothered me that without even trying, she could easily turn me on. She walked over, intending to give me a hug, but instead I pinned her against the fridge. I put both of my hands on either side of her head and leaned in so I was only inches away from her. Her breath got caught in her throat.
“How your day?” I mocked her.
“Good.” She squeaked out. It was nice to know she reacted the same way I did to her. I captured her bottom lip and kissed her. “How about now?”
“Great. Now kiss me again.” Marie instructed. I grinned and easily complied to her order. I pressed my lips against hers before swirling my tongue around in her mouth. She responded my pushing herself against me. I moaned and knew I had to stop soon or this would go farther than I intended.
“Ewy, guys! I don’t want to see that!” Jared said before covering his eyes. I groaned and turned around. “Stop being so fucking immature.” To my disappointment, Marie used that second to escape from my grasp.
Jared shrugged, “I’m not immature. Trust me, I make out with my girlfriend. I just don’t do it in front of you.”
“Aw Jared, she actually kisses you? That’s a surprise.” Marie joked. Jared tried to scowl, but ended up on laughing. He settled on flicking the back of her head.
“Ow!” She exclaimed before hitting him on the shoulder. Jared’s laughter echoed around the room. “You call that a hit? You hit like a girl!”
“That’s because I am a girl!” Marie retorted before using her knee to knee him in the balls. Jared doubled over, grasping his waist.
“That’s what I thought.” Marie smirked. I went over to stand next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She leaned against me for a second before grabbing the spatula covered in frosting.
“Woah. You guys actually made the cake without burning the house down. I’m impressed.”
Jared finally caught his breath. “See, I am a smart cookie!” Marie laughed before she started attacking the cake. I noticed that when she was really concentrating she stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. Weird, but definitely cute. After ten minutes, she finally pulled away from it.
“Does it look okay? I mean it’ll never look as good as your mom’s but..” Marie trailed off looking at it helplessly.
“Don’t worry Mar, people will say how beautiful it is and how shitty it tastes.” Jared reassured her. Marie laughed before throwing a bag of M&M’s at me.
“Here, put these around the rim of the cake.” She ordered. I loved it when she took charge, it was so sexy. I did as she ordered and placed the M&M’s on the cake. She finished the decoration frosting and finished it off by putting the peeps on the cake.
“Ta-da! Alright, if either of you touch this, I’ll shoot you.” She warned before carefully putting the cake into the fridge. After that, she sat onto the counter and put the bowl of frosting on her lap. She dipped her finger into it and caught my eye. Marie put her finger in her mouth, looking at me the whole time. She slowly licked her whole finger clean of it before sucking on the tip of it. Once she was finished, she smiled mischievously at me. I forced myself to look away or how much she was turning me on would become quickly become apparent.
Jared looked at both of us. “Yeah. I’m going to go to my room now.” He said before quickly disappearing. Marie gathered up the frosting in her hand before launching it at me. It hit me right in the face as I looked at her in disbelief.
“You’re done for it!” I yelled and grabbed the other frosting bowl before launching it at her. We kept throwing and dodging the frosting, running around the whole kitchen. By the time we were finished, the whole kitchen was covered in frosting. We both ended up on the floor next to each other, leaning against the cabinets. Marie got a paper towel and started to wipe some of it off.
“You missed a spot.” I smirked before leaning over and placing my lips on her left shoulder. I carefully dragged my tongue over the frosting, licking it off her shoulder completely. To make sure it was all gone, I sucked her tender skin. She squirmed and threw her head back before moaning. I pulled my head back and laughed.
“All gone now.” I told her.
“I have frosting all over me, even in my bra. Maybe I should just take it off!” She teased me.
I grinned. “No, please let me do that.”
* Present Day *
We arrived back to my house at around 8 PM.
“Are we seriously staying here?” I heard Olivia whisper to Jordan. I rolled my eyes and tried to not be offended by her comment. I worked harder every day than her pathetic ass did her whole life. Jordan carried Scott in by the car seat carrier.
“Be careful.” I warned him.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Of course I will be.” I followed him into the house and locked the door behind us.
“Where I should I put him?” He asked. “You can put him on the kitchen table, for now.” I responded. I disappeared into my room and came out a few minutes later carrying Scott’s footie-pajamas. They were definitely worn in and I had to stitch them several times. Jordan frowned when he saw them, but knew better than to say anything. I smiled at Scott and held up the pajamas. “How about these, big boy?” I carefully changed him out of the jersey and sweatpants.
“Jordy, could you hand me a blanket please?” I asked. It was too late when I realized that I used the nickname I used to call him back when we were dating. I prayed he didn’t notice. If he did, he didn’t let me on to it. Jordan stretched and got the blanket on top of the couch and tossed it at me. I caught it and layed it down on the table. I lifted Scott up and sniffed his diaper before laying him down on top of the blanket. Thankfully, it was clean. I put on the pajamas and zipped them up in the back. Scott let out a big yawn and was struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Alright, Scotty. Time for bed.” I told him before picking him up and walked back into my room. Jared was standing awkwardly in front of my bed, stripped down to just his boxers.
“Jet lag getting to you, eh?” I asked.
He nodded. “Alright, you can just get in. I’ll be there soon.” I told him. He took my words and quickly got into the bed and pulled the covers up over him. I smirked, Jared hadn’t changed at all. I kissed Scott’s forehead before laying him down in his crib. “I love you Scott.” I told him. I got my own pajamas consisting of a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt that I probably kept from an ex-boyfriend and changed in the bathroom. I went to the small closet and pulled out my spare comforter and two pillows. I headed into the sitting room and Olivia was sitting on the very edge of the couch flipping the channels on my dinky television.
“There’s like, no channels.” She whined. I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything.
“Can you get up?” I asked her. She quickly stood up and wrapped her arms around herself. I pulled out the couch to make it the bed. I threw the pillows and comforter on top. “There, I’m going to bed. Try to be quiet, Scott needs his sleep.” I told them. Plus, I didn’t want to have to sanitize the couch if they decided to have a quickie.
“Thanks, Marie.” Jordan told me. I nodded my head and went back to my room and shut the door. I eagerly collapsed into bed. The only sleep I had gotten the past few days had been in the hard, plastic chairs at the hospital and it had all been emotionally draining. I pushed Jared to his side of the bed, his large frame was taking up most of it.
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Scott’s cries woke me up a few hours later, nothing that I wasn’t used to. Something that was out of ordinary was that a man was standing in front of his crib. My sat up straight, disorientated for a second. Then I remembered that Jared was in my bed and it was Jordan in front of the crib.
“Fuck Jordan, you almost gave me a heart attack.” I told him before I got up and took Scott in my arms.
“Sorry.” He whispered. “I heard him crying, so I thought I could do something to help.” Jordan said hopefully. I listened to his cry for a second before shaking my head.
“Unless you sprung breasts over night, then no can do.” I said.
“Oh, so you breast-feed?” He tried to say casually.
I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s healthier for him and it saves me a fortune.” I pointed him to the door. “Sorry, but you have to go.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jordan said. I turned around and glared at him.
“Sorry. Didn’t know where that came from.” He muttered staring at the floor. I glanced at Jared, amazed that he was still snoring through all of this. I went into the sitting room and sat on the over-stuffed chair. For some reason, Jordan squeezed himself next to me. It was uncomfortably close. Since he insisted on being there when I fed him for some unknown reason, I grabbed a blanket so I could cover up. I put the blanket over me before pulling my shut up so Scott could latch on. He eagerly latched and started to greedily suck. We sat there for a few minutes with just the sound of Scott sucking before Jordan finally broke the silence. “You know, that’s my shirt.”
“What?” I asked confusing. He tugged on the hem of my shirt.
“The shirt you’re wearing, it’s mine. Or at least it used to.” Jordan said. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks. “Oh well, sorry.”
He shrugged, “Whatever, I don’t really care.” When we were dating he used to say about how much he loved seeing me in his clothes.
“Marie. We have to talk.” Jordan said. I tried to repress my groan, talks were always the worst.
“Okay.”
“You know I have to be apart of his life and that you’re not getting rid of me. I’ve already missed two games and I really shouldn’t miss more. Please, please, please move with me to Pitttsburgh. Why not?” He begged.
I looked away uncomfortably before rubbing my neck. It was true, I know he wouldn’t stop bugging me until I gave in.
“Fine, but I’m not going to live in the same apartment as you.” No way I was going to be kept up every night hearing him and Olivia roll between the sheets. Plus, being left alone with Olivia when Jordan was on road trips would be the most awkward thing ever. Also, if Jordan started taking more care of Scott, who said I couldn’t have a few one night stands? Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean my vagina and sex drive shriveled up.
Jordan grinned. “There’s an apartment on sale on the floor below us. It’ll be perfect for you! You’ll have to live with Liv and me for a few weeks, though.”
“And I get to pay for some of it.”
Jordan frowned. “No, because that would mean you have to work and that would mean Scott would have to go to a daycare. He already won’t get to see enough of me, he needs his mom. Daycare isn’t a place for children to grow up.” He said firmly. I sighed, I couldn’t argue with him on that. That was one thing we agreed on.
“You could go to college if you want..Pitt is right there..” Jordan offered.
I shrugged. “I always figured I would go back to school when Scott was in pre-school, when I had more time. Speaking of time, what am I supposed to do with myself? Just watch Scott?” I asked. I was used to being a busy person.
“Well, most of the wives and girlfriends are part of working for charity group. It doesn’t pay anything, but it keeps every one occupied. It’s very flexible so you could stay have the freedom to take care of Scott.” He told me. I couldn’t deny it, that did sound great.
“Alright, I guess..” I told him. Jordan’s face lit up and I had to remind myself that he was just happy about Scott, not me.
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