Chapter 6

This will be my last update for probably a week in any of my stories. I'm going to Quebec City for four days because I've been taking French class for five years. I am so excited, it's going to be the first time I've ever gone out of the country. Finally going to the same country Jordan Staal is from!! Comment please, please :) xoxo





Chapter 6
* Flashback *
Marie’s POV

“HEY, HEY YOU, YOU, I DON’T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was in Jared’s car and we were driving back to our houses. It was the first time I’ve genuinely had a great time since my mom left.
“NO WAY NO WAY I THINK YOU NEED A NEW ONE!” Jared screamed along with a high-pitched voice.
“HEY HEY YOU YOU I COULD BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” We both yelled before bursting into laughter. We pulled into Jared’s driveway and Jordan was staring at us. For once, I didn’t care that he caught me in a total embarrassing moment.
“I could hear your shrieks from down the road.” Jordan said eyeing us up.
Jared laughed. “It’s called having fun, Jordan. How about you try it.”
Jordan snorted. “Trust me, I do. But I do in better ways than that.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot. You go out with your awesome hockey team and you all get drunk and just have great sex. Soo jealous.” I snickered and followed Jared into the house, saying hello to Mrs. Staal before heading into the basement. We plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. Jordan came down a few minutes later and sat on the coach next to me. Great, I was in between two fighting brothers.
“Why are you here?” Jared asked bitterly.
“Because it’s my house too. The question would be, why is Marie here?” Jordan snapped.
Jared stood up. “Because Marie is my friend and she isn’t an DICK, like YOU!” Jared yelled. I was surprised they were fighting so much; normally they got along so well. Apparently though, Jordan’s been getting a big head lately in his senior year.
“Oh really. I guess she is just a convenient slut to keep around.” Jordan yelled back. Hell, no. You don’t call me a slut just because I hang out with the brother you’re pissed off. I stood up too.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled to Jordan, sick of his shit.
Jared shoved Jordan backwards. “Don’t you dare bring her into it.”
Jordan laughed. “Oh, you two are scary, ganging up on me.”
“You think you are so fucking cool, but you are such a fucking jerk. I never did a damn thing to you, but you decide to fuck around with me! You’ve always been a dick to me, so you know what, I am done fucking trying. Fuck you Jordan.” I yelled giving him the middle finger. Jordan didn’t look at me, instead pushing Jared backwards. Mrs. Staal came running downstairs. “What is going on here?” She yelled stepping in between them. I didn’t respond, I just ran my jacket and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind me.

Jordan’s POV

I woke up the next morning in Eric’s guest room bed, staring up at the white ceiling. I was a dad. I, Jordan Staal, have a little son that looks exactly like me. The worst part is, it’s not my fiancée’s baby, it s my ex-girlfriend from home’s baby. I can’t deny the fact that I felt a connection to Marie, but I was in love with Olivia. Olivia and I are supposed to get married next year. The irony of the fact is, we were going to wait a while before we had kids because Olivia respected the fact that I was traveling a lot with the NHL and it would be easier to wait. Now, I just turned twenty-one a month ago and I have a two-month year old son. Olivia. Crap. She still had no idea what was going on. When I told her I had a son, would she still want to be with me? Would she be mad at me that I wanted to move Marie to Pittsburgh? But she had to understand, it’s my son, I have to be a part of his life. There’s no possible way I couldn’t be. I wonder if Olivia even knows that I haven’t been with the team. She normally doesn’t watch the games if she doesn’t go to them. I thought about grabbing my phone on the dresser and calling her, but I decided it would probably be best to wait as long as possible. The longer the better. Finally, I rolled out of bed and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before going downstairs into the family room. Tanya was holding a sleeping Parker and sitting on top of Eric, who wrapped his arms around them and was smiling. This is how my family was supposed to be with Olivia. Now, I couldn’t be in love with the girl that had my son. Scott would never grow up with the perfect family going on here. I halted at the end of the steps, feeling like I was interrupting a personal moment. As soon as they heard me though, they leaped into action. Tanya got up and put Parker into his crib and disappeared into the kitchen. Eric stood up and stretched before putting his jacket on and grabbing his keys. “Good morning, Jordan. We can go pick up Marie now.” Eric said. The plan was to go pick Marie up and then go to the hospital to stay with Scott. Tanya game back from the kitchen holding a small bag and handed it to me. “Okay, so I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals and their food sucks. So I packed some cookies, a few sandwiches, some chips, and pretzels. Marie’s as thin as a twig, if she doesn’t eat something she’ll pass out. Make sure she eats, Jordan.” Tanya threatened me. I took the basket, “Okay, okay!” I told her. Eric bent over at kissed Parker’s forehead before motioning me to go to the garage with him. We got in the car and started driving towards Marie’s house, if that’s what you can even call it.
“You know, you’re going to have to tell Mom and Dad.” Eric told me.
I sighed, more people to be disappointed in me. “Do you think they are going to be mad at me?” I asked my older brother.
Eric shrugged. “It depends, Dad probably will be. Mom will just be concerned about the baby and what you’re going to do. What are you going to do?”
“I’m begging Marie to come back to Pittsburgh with Scott. I would like to try and stay with Olivia and still be in Scott’s life, but I have no idea if that’s going out. I’m just afraid that Olivia will give me an ultimatum, her or Scott.”
“What would you chose?” Eric asked curiously.
“I,” I said torn, “have no idea. But..hes’ my son. My son needs me. I love Olivia though. I love Scott though.”
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” Eric said. We got to Marie’s apartment and to our surprise; we saw her talking to a large man in a leather jacket. He didn’t look good with the tattoos all over his face and arms. I tensed up, she was the mother of my son, and she couldn’t get killed. I couldn’t do it alone. Then, she hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before waving to us. She got up and skipped to the car. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers. It completely reminded me that Marie was just nineteen. She was just a kid. Right now, Marie was supposed to be at college, partying like I knew she loves to do. Instead, she was a mom dealing with a sick child. She hopped into the backseat and buckled up and waved goodbye to the guy. “Hey guys!” She said breathlessly.
“Who was that? Your boyfriend?” I grumbled staring out of the window.
Marie laughed. “Oh yeah, you know I like them tall. No, he helped me out of a sticky situation when I first got here. Pregnant chick walking down the street alone at night is a great magnet for the criminals. Ted couldn’t hurt a fly. And he loves Scott.” She said.
“When you move to Pittsburgh, every one will leave you alone.” I grumbled. Marie shook her head. “You are such an ass. I am not picking up my life and moving just to please you.”
“What life?” I retorted.
“Guys, stop! I’m trying to drive.” Eric yelled at us. All three of us were silent the rest of the drive and Eric dropped Marie and I off at the front of the hospital. We walked uncomfortably side by side into the hospital and before going to the pediatrics wing and sat down. I glanced sideways at Marie, studying her. Tanya was right; she was just a bag of milk. Her black hair was as curly as ever and it looks like she’s forgotten to drag a brush through it lately. The worst part was the dark bags under her eyes that she didn’t even try to conceal. If I don’t step in and help with Scott, she’ll run herself to the ground.
“Uh, here, Tanya brought you some food. Why don’t you eat some, eh?” I asked her.
Marie shook her head. “No thanks, I’m not hungry.”
“But you should really eat something.” I persisted.
She snorted. “You’re not my dad, Jordan. You don’t have any right to tell me to do anything.” Marie said defiantly.
“You’re the mother of my son, I need you to be healthy.” I growled, fighting her right back.
“Just because we are linked through Scott, doesn’t mean that you are anything to me.” Marie lashed back. I couldn’t deny it, that kind of hurt. I knew she was mad at me, but I didn’t realize that she hated me this much.
“Where you ever going to tell me Marie, eh?” I asked angrily.
Marie crossed her arms. “ I don’t want to have that conversation.”
I snorted, like I care. “Well I do.”
She rolled her eyes, “Oh man. The great Jordan wants me to do something, I better do it.” She still had her spunk, just lovely. Luckily, the doctor walked in, or there would have been some serious fighting.
“Excuse me, but you can hold him now if you want. Just be careful.” The doctor warned before walking back. Marie shot up and strode towards Scott’s bed. I could tell she was excited to be able to hold Scott. I was personally excited to get an up close look at my son. Marie went right over and scooped him up, holding him tightly against her chest. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as she held onto him even tighter. I sat in a chair next to the bed and stared at my hands.
“Can I uh, hold him?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yeah.” Marie said, her voice cracking a bit. To my surprise she handed him over to me, but I held my hands up to stop her.
“Marie..how do I hold a baby?” I asked embarrassed. She laughed and shook her head. “You seriously don’t know how to hold a baby? Even I knew how to do that.”
“I mean I generally know how to hold one. It’s just it’s my son, so I want to be extra careful.” I defended myself. Marie smiled and sat down next to me, “Okay then. So just tuck his head under your elbow and then you use the arm to support him. It’s simple.” She told me. Marie put him in my lap and I tried to do what she told me to, but I felt like he was falling.
“No, move your hand here.” Marie told me. When I didn’t do what she wanted, she placed her hand over my mine and guided it to where it was supposed to be. When her hand touched mine, I felt shivers go all the way up my arm. I glanced at her to see if she felt the same way and her big, brown eyes were staring back at mine. She glanced down quickly. “There.” She said softly. I looked down at Scott, my beautiful baby. I’ve never felt prouder to know that I helped made this little human being in my arms. I also felt fiercely protective; nothing else was ever going to happen to him.
“He’s beautiful.” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. There was nothing to describe how I felt, holding my baby boy in my arms.