“But I wanna play!” Marie pouted already bundled up in layers of clothing. She was standing in front of the Staal’s hockey rink with a hockey stick in her hand. The four Staal brothers and her own two brothers were staring at her like she had four heads. Only Jared, who was just one year older than her, was looking slightly sympathetic.
“You don’t even know how to skate!” Mike, her oldest brother, jeered.
“And you’re just a stupid girl!” Jordan shouted out.
Eric, the oldest of every one, was looking slightly uneasy. He tried to make peace with Marie. “Marie, the teams are already even. Maybe if some one gets hurt you can play next him.” Eric tried to reason with her.
“Fat chance.” Charlie muttered under his breath. Marie turned away and run through the thick snow, trying to stop the tears that were running down her cheeks. She didn’t know why she even bothered; she was never part of the group. Her two older brothers and the four Staal’s were inseparable. The only time she got too hang out with them was when Mrs. Staal would feel bad and invite her over for movie night when the rest of the boys were over. Marie stomped into the kitchen, kicking off her jacket and gloves as she went.
“Did they not let you play again?” Her mom asked frowning at her. She shook her head and wiped her eyes.
“Come here baby, it’s okay.” Her mom said holding her arms open. Marie ran into them and clung onto her mom.
Marie’s mom looked over her shoulder and said to her dad. “Lucas, you have to put a stop to this. Marie gets hurt every time.”
Her dad was barely paying attention though, watching Hockey Night in Canada. “Lucy, boys will be boys.”
Lucy put her hand on her hips and took a steaming cup of hot chocolate out of the microwave. “Here Marie, have this. And don’t worry about the boys, you can be by helper tonight.” Marie sipped eagerly at the hot chocolate, the warm substance filling every part of her.
Lucy opened the front door and shouted across the yard. “Charlie! Mike! Time to come in, now!”
“Moooomm, why?” They both complained at the same time.
“If you can’t include every one, then you won’t play at all.” She responded sternly. The boys both muttered to themselves and started gathering their equipment.
“Thanks a lot for being a big baby, Marie!” Jordan shouted angrily. Lucy’s hand flew up to her mouth. “Jordan Lee Staal! Do you want me to call your Mom?” She threatened.
Jordan quickly shook his head. “No, Mrs. Haefner! I’m sorry.”
Lucy shook her head. “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Marie.”
“I’m sorry Marie.” Jordan timidly apologized. But Marie just stared at him before running up to her room and bursting into tears.
* End of Flashback *
Eric’s POV
I handed Tanya the cup of coffee and she took a sip, but grimaced.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“It was really nice you got me some, but it’s cold. We live a block from the Starbucks, how did it get cold?” Tanya replied laughing before putting it in the microwave.
“I actually ran into a really old family friend, she was our neighbor growing up. I saw her last year, but I haven’t talked to her to in four or five years.” I explained.
“Oh, why wasn’t she invited to our wedding then?” Tanya asked.
“Her dad was there and her two older brothers were at my bachelor’s party, but Jordan flipped when he found out I was inviting her, so I took her off the list.” I tried to explain, knowing that I know I was going to have to tell the whole story.
“Why?” She asked totally confused now.
I sat down. “Well, the February of Jordan’s senior year they started dated. No one knows why, but all of a sudden they were inseparable. We always thought her and Jared would end up together…Then he got drafted in June to Pittsburgh, and he wanted her to go with him. But she’s about two and a half years younger than him, so she was just fifteen. Jordan blew up when she said she wouldn’t go with him, said some horrible things to her, and started a few rumors. As far as I know, they haven’t talked since that three years ago. Jared said she went to a private school in the US after that.”
Tanya shook her head. “But that makes no sense, Jordan is so nice.” She paused to smile, “sure a little cocky and crazy, but nice.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t make much sense to me either, but it is what it is I guess. Speaking of Jordan though, I have to call him.”
“Keep your voice down, Parker is finally sleeping.” Tanya replied before taking her coffee with her and walking through our apartment to the master bedroom. I dialed Jordan’s number and after a few rings he picked up. “Hey little bro. It’s your favorite brother”
I could tell he was at a club, I could barely hear him. The Penguins must have won, damn it. “Eric?”
I laughed. “Of course it’s me. Who else would be your favorite?”
Jordan chuckled. “Well..Marc has been calling me more lately…”
“Anyway, you’ll never guess who I saw today.” I told him excitedly.
“If I’ll never guess, then why don’t you just tell me?” Jordan said.
“Marie.” I blurted out.
“Marie who?” He asked. Wow. I know it’s been three years, but I never thought he would forget her like that.
“Marie Haefner.” I said slowly.
Jordan’s tone instantly changed. “Why are you telling me that? I don’t care.” He snapped. I could have told him that if he really didn’t care, he wouldn’t have gotten so mad. But I decided to keep that little information to myself.
“So why did you leave a message.” I finally asked after an awkward silence.
“Oh, Olivia wants to know if you can bring Tanya down next time you play here in Pitt. She needs to pick out dresses for the wedding or whatever. Some chick thing.”
Tanya wouldn’t be too happy about it, but if I begged enough and promised a trip to the spa, she would probably give in. “Sure, I’ll have to ask her.”
“Great, thanks dude. I can barely hear you, so see you later bro.” Jordan stated before hanging up.
Jordan’s POV
“That was Eric.” I stated glancing around the table that was seated with Vero, Marc, Sidney, and Olivia.
“Can Tanya come down for the fitting?” Olivia asked impatiently.
“Eric thinks she can.” I said
“Yes!” She squealed excitedly. I don’t understand why Tanya has to come up; it’s a pain with Parker. But Olivia insisted, so I implied. And fuck, why did he have to bring up Marie. The sex I had with her at Christmas was a horrible mistake. And I clearly let her know that it was and that I never wanted to talk about it again. I can’t let her crawl back into our lives.
“Let’s dance!” Olivia said jumping up when a girly beat of a song she liked started playing.
“But I’m not drunk enough yet to dance.” I complained while laughing.
“Please Jord-Jord.” Olivia pouted.
“Yeah, Jord-Jord. Dance, pwease.” Sid mimicked Olivia with an exaggerated pouting face. I downed the rest of my drink before standing up and taking her head. She led me to the middle of the dance floor and started grinding her ass into my cock. If this was how she liked to dance, then I could dance all night. I gently bit her earlobe and tugged on it, loving how I make her purr with pleasure.
“Get a room and stop having sex on the dance floor.” Max said walking by.
Olivia giggled and turned around. “Do you want to?” I responded by grabbing her hand and dragging her back to the table. I grabbed my keys from the table and told Sidney. “You’re going to have to get a ride home with some one else tonight.”
He stared at me. “Dude!” I ignored him and wrapped my arm around Olivia and pulled her next to me. Marc-Andre winked at me before I tugged Olivia and I out the club.
Marie’s POV
I rolled over and stuffed a pillow over my head. Scott would not stop crying, this was the fourth time he’s started again. I am just almost nineteen years old. On top of missing partying, friends, and drinking, I am seriously beginning to miss sleep. I used to be a wild child, but that has completely changed. I finally staggered out of bed and peered at Scott from his crib. I think it was his “needing his diaper changed cry.” I gingerly picked him up and smelled his diaper. Nope. I seriously sucked at this whole mom thing. No natural abilities or motherly instincts here. It must be his hungry cry then. I flipped on the lights in the main room and set him in his playpen more a minute. If I was going to up another half hour nursing him, I might as well take a Motrin to stop my headache. I picked Scott up and sat down on the couch. I unbuttoned the old dress shirt that I fallen into the habit of sleeping in because it gave easier access to my breasts. Scott latched on and greedily began sucking. I got over the discomfort after the few first weeks and now it feels amazing. No one else will have such intimate time with my son like I do. Plus, there’s no way I could ever afford formula on top of everything else. I flipped on the small, old TV set and found it was on Sportscenter.
“And the Pittsburgh Penguins had another spectacular night. And twenty-one year old Jordan Staal keeps rolling with three assists and a plus four for the whole night. He is now on the list of elite young players in the NHL now.” I bitterly turned off the TV. Hockey was what ruined everything for us. We could still be happy right now and Scott could actually have a family. I never planned on telling Scott that Jordan Staal is his father. It will break my heart having to lie to him, but it will have to be done. Telling him will bring up too many questions and he’ll want to find Jordan. The sad part is that since Jordan hates me, he’ll want nothing to do with his sweet, innocent, loving kid. Scott finally stopped nursing and fell into a blissful sleep. I walked back to our crib and kissed his cheek before putting him back in his crib. I passed out almost as soon my head hit the pillow.
