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.”