“So, you know what I’ve been thinking,” Pat said as he walked into our living room in Chicago while I was watching for Jon on Fuse. He was presenting at the Much Music Awards.
“You were thinking,” I scoffed, “With which head?”
“Ha ha if I was thinking with the head down South you’d be undressed right now.”
I rolled my eyes and he chuckled sitting down on the couch next to me, “Seriously, I have been thinking though and we need a night to ourselves. I’ve been out partying and you’ve been here home by yourself that I feel like I have been neglecting you which is why once Jon comes on, you are going to get dressed and we are going out to dinner.”
“Isn’t it a little late to be going out to dinner?”
“Not really, we both haven’t eaten anything all day, I’m starving, and we need to spend time together so I want to take you out.”
“Okay,” I said smiling, “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere special just somewhere we can be alone without distractions.”
“Alright, I’ll go get dressed.”
I didn’t bother getting dressed up but I wanted to be dressy while I was being casual. I put on a denim mini-skirt with black leggings underneath and a red tank top with a white tank top underneath that was slightly longer so you could see the lace on the bottom. I put on white Nike tennis shoes and straightened my hair putting my new side bangs back into a small bump.
“I love how you still look hot no matter what you wear,” Pat said smiling when I sat back down on the couch.
“Do everyone in Chicago a favor when we go out and wear a hat because that mullet is terrible.”
“I’m keeping it, it won the cup for us and I was on fire in the playoffs.”
“I’m going to cut it off when you go to sleep. I swear I am.” I had it all planned out in my head, one night while he’s sleeping, that mullet is coming off.
“I’ll be sure to sleep with one eye open then,” he joked and shut the TV off before he headed down the hall to our room so he could change.
He came out 10 minutes later wearing long denim jean shorts, a black polo shirt that showed off his toned body, black tennis shoes like the ones I had on, and a backwards black baseball hat.
“You tell me I look hot then you come out looking like that,” I said with my eyebrow raised, “Not very fair.”
“What’s fair is foul and foul is fair.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t know, I read it in high school, I think its Shakespeare or some shit like that.”
“Romeo, Romeo where art thou Romeo,” I said holding my hand to my chest and Pat rolled his eyes.
“Let’s go, you crazy bitch.”
“Yet I fuck so good I’m on top of it,” I said and Pat laughed as we left the house.
We took the elevator to the garage and I handed Pat my keys so he could drive my car.
“You barely let me drive this thing, why the sudden change of heart?”
“You’d look hot driving it so here’s the keys have fun.”
Pat opened my door and gave me a kiss on my lips before he walked around to the driver’s side.
“Safety first Patrick,” I said, “Rule number one when we drive this car, you always wear your seatbelt.”
“Yes mom,” he replied pulling his down to the buckle.
He started the car and we tore out of the garage heading to God knows where. We arrived in front of one of my favorite places in Chicago, Blackbird Restaurant.
“We haven’t been here in a while.”
“I know, that’s why I said dress casual. I wanted to bring you here,” Pat said and we both got out of the car.
We were seated in a booth in the back of the restaurant and Pat smiled at me when we sat down.
“I pray to God the waitress doesn’t try to flirt with you because I am not in the mood.”
“You’re worried about a waitress flirting with me and I’m worried about a waiter flirting with you.”
“Speak of the devil,” I groaned when our waiter walked over.
“Good evening, I’m Andrew and I’ll be your waiter this evening. May I start you two off with something to drink?”
“I’ll have a Bud Light,” Pat said. I could kill him right now for being twenty-one. My gut told me I was going to need alcohol in order to get through tonight.
“…and for you sweet thing,” Andrew flirted and I saw Pat tense up.
“I’ll have an iced tea.”
Andrew wrote down our drinks and walked away and I reached across the table taking Pat’s hand in mine.
“Calm down,” I said and he nodded his head, “He might just be trying to be friendly.”
“Ally, did you see him,” Pat asked, “He’s built better than I am and looks a hell of a lot better than I do. I think he’s flirting.”
“No one looks better than you,” I said squeezing his hand, “I am one hundred percent sure of that.”
Andrew came back over and set our drinks down in front of us, “Are you two ready to order?”
“I want the parmesan crusted dumpling with the asparagus,” Pat said handing Andrew his menu.
“I’ll have the same.”
“Anything for you, sweet cheeks,” he said smirking and I saw Pat’s face go blood red.
“Oh shit,” I said to myself when Pat finally spoke up for me.
“You know I really don’t appreciate you flirting with my fiancée in front of me,” Pat said and Andrew didn’t know what to say.
“Oh cut the bullshit Kane. The whole city of Chicago knows damn well she left your cheating ass for six months and that she WAS your fiancée and now she is just your girlfriend because she refuses to marry your sorry ass.”
“You heard me, the internet talks and some fans dig deep. I think she can do much better than a cocky, arrogant, Stanley Cup winning jackass who goes out and parties every night while she’s at home worrying about who you’re going to fuck next.”
“You don’t know anything about me or our relationship,” Pat said standing up and I quickly stood up pushing him back down.
“I’m a waiter not a taxi driver,” Andrew smirked and I saw Pat clench his fist at his side.
“Baby, he’s not worth it,” I whispered to Pat, “Calm down.”
“Yeah Kane listen to your girl, you don’t any other time,” Andrew sarcastically said and I turned around and slapped him.
“Don’t talk to my boyfriend that way and you’re right I did leave him for six months and it was the biggest mistake of my life,” I said when the manager came over.
“What’s going on here,” he asked.
“We were trying to have a nice, quiet dinner and Andrew here decided to bring up our personal life,” Pat said and the manager looked at Andrew who was glaring at Pat.
“Andrew, clock out and go home your shift is over for tonight,” Ron said, “Mr. Kane, I’m so sorry for any trouble he may have given you and I can assure you that he will be taken care of tomorrow morning. Please stay and have dinner on us.”
“That’s not necessary,” Pat insisted, “We’ll just leave.”
“Please stay,” Ron replied, “I’ll take care of the two of you myself.”
“Let’s just stay, Pat,” I said as he nodded his head and sat back down in the booth. I sat next to him and held his hand as he sat there staring at the table, “Are you okay,” I asked.
“Yeah,” he replied attempting a smile and I knew he was lying, “Let’s just enjoy dinner.”
Ron brought out our food and neither one of us spoke a word while we ate. The silence was kind of nice but I knew deep down that we both needed to go somewhere and talk other than our house.
“Are you ready,” Pat asked when I took a drink of my iced tea and I nodded my head yes before I slid out of the booth and he followed suit. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it and he looked at me with pain in his eyes.
“Want me to drive,” I asked when we got outside and Pat shook his head no. He opened my door and I quickly got in the car. He slammed my door behind me and got in without even buckling his seatbelt. I didn’t even argue with him to put it on, arguing was the last thing we needed to do right now. Pat sped through the streets of Chicago and drove to the opposite side of the river to the wharf where people parked to see the city at night. We were the only ones there and I was grateful for that, even though my windows were tinted, people knew what my car looked like and would know it was us.
“Pat, what’s wrong,” I asked and he turned the car off slamming his fist on the steering wheel.
“I’m sick and tired of people telling me that I am not good enough for you,” he said, “Ally, maybe we shouldn’t be together everyone seems to think that.”
“Don’t talk like that, Pat I love you so much and I thought you knew that. Why are you letting people bring you down? Patrick, we are going to deal with people who disagree with our relationship for the rest of our lives.”
Pat put his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. I saw the tear slide down his cheek and I felt the lump in my throat.
I leaned over the seat and pressed my lips to his cheek, “Don’t cry, baby, please.”
“Ally, why do you stay with me after everything I put you through when I clearly don’t deserve you?”
“For two and a half years we have been through everything under sun, Pat: A pregnancy scare, an engagement, a break-up, the Olympics, and a Stanley Cup trophy. What are you so afraid of?”
“There are plenty of guys out that are a hell of a lot better for you than I am. You don’t deserve me and I sure as hell don’t deserve you. I keep messing up our relationship. I’m worried that I am going to screw up really bad and lose you forever. I will never be able to live with myself if that happens. Why are you even with me? I’m a professional athlete who’s on the road half of the year, why do you put up with that?”
“I’m with you because I love you more than life itself and you being on the road all of the time doesn’t bother me because I know it’s me you’re coming home to. Some athletes don’t even have families to come home to or just families to support them but you have me, Jon, your sisters, and your parents. Pat, I’ve known you since I was five years old and when I hit the age where I knew what love was, I knew it was you I loved then and it sure as hell is you I love now.”
Pat sat there and I felt the tears falling from my eyes, I went to get out of the car just so I could clear my head and get some fresh air when I felt his hand grab my wrist.
“Where are you going,” he asked.
“I need air,” I said opening the door and he nodded his head as I climbed out of the car and shut the door behind me. I slid down the side of the car and sat down on the ground crying. Pat must have heard me because before I could lie on the ground in a ball, I felt two strong arms around me and my back was against the car. I was now standing and Pat was in front of me holding my hands.
“Why do you always talk about us breaking up,” I asked and Pat shrugged his shoulders, “You have to have a reason why.”
“I’m afraid of being in love,” he finally admitted, “You and I never had a serious relationship before we got together. We’re each other’s first loves and it scares me knowing we are one step away from marriage and I love you more than anything in this whole world.”
“It scares the hell out of me knowing that I love you as much as I do. I went on dates with guys before we got together but how did they work out? I dumped them after a week because they weren’t you and just wanted one thing from me. You, you were different. You knew how I wanted to be treated and you knew you wanted to be with me for something much more than sex. I was there for you before you were Patrick Kane, NHL superstar and Stanley Cup champion and I am going to be there for you after your career ends and the kids of the children who worship the ground you walk on won’t know who you are but will hear the stories about the man who scored the game winning goal in the 2010 Stanley Cup Finals and ended Chicago’s forty-nine year Stanley Cup drought. I love you Pat and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and it scares me knowing that I am twenty years old and I want to take the next step in my relationship.”
“You want to get married?”
“I want to be engaged again,” I said, “I want a long engagement so we have more time to plan the wedding of our dreams.”
“We’ll be engaged again soon, I promise,” Pat said leaning against the car next to me and I stood in front of him with my fingers through his belt loops looking into his eyes.
“I love you and don’t you ever forget it,” I said looking straight into those blue eyes that I loved so much.
“I love you too,” he said leaning down to give me a kiss and I put my arms around him and he held me in his arms. I never wanted to let go but we had to go home sometime.
“Come on, let’s go home,” I said and he gave me another kiss. The whole way home he held my hand as if his life depended on it and right now both of lives revolved around our relationship.
“Erica,” I called from the door of my house setting my bag against the wall. I didn’t get an answer and I went into the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter.
I went to the park with Ally, Alyssa, and Jordan. I’ll be home later.
I grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator and sat down at the counter going through the mail. Nothing but a couple of bills that I paid monthly and an information packet from the University of Chicago addressed to Erica. I smiled to myself just knowing that she wanted to transfer to a university here so she could be with me.
I haven’t seen her a lot lately since I was busy ever since we won the cup. I know Pat spent time with Ally two nights ago thanks to his phone call at two o’clock in the morning telling me what had happened at the restaurant.
I knew just what I was going to do for Erica, I was going to cook her dinner. I’m not the best cook in the world but I’m pretty sure my mom left one of her cookbooks here.
I grabbed my car keys and went down the street to the liquor store so I could buy a bottle of wine. I knew Erica wasn’t old enough to drink but hey a little wine never hurt anyone.
I came home and looked in the closet that was in the hallway and sure enough there was my mom’s cookbook. It was an Italian cooking cookbook and I knew enough about Italy to know that it was the romance capital of the world so I looked through the book and found a recipe for chicken parmesan that I knew Erica would love.
I did my best to follow the directions and by the time Erica got home, I had our entire dinner set up. I didn’t bother changing my clothes and was grateful that I didn’t get any grease or sauce on my dress clothes. What other guy would cook their girlfriend dinner in navy blue dress slacks and a light blue button down shirt? The only thing I had to do was unbutton a few buttons on my shirt and roll up my sleeves and I looked like I was a chef on one of those cooking shows.
“Welcome home baby,” I said giving her a kiss when she came into the house before I handed her a glass of wine.
“I missed you,” she said hugging me.
“I missed you too,” I replied kissing her forehead.
“Something smells good, what take-out did you get?”
“I didn’t order take-out.”
“Well, I know you didn’t cook, so who did?”
“I have a surprise for you,” I said taking her hand as we walked towards the dining room that overlooked the Chicago skyline.
“Wow Jonny, you really went all out,” she said looking at the table that had two candles lit and the wine in the center of the table.
“I just wanted to do something special that didn’t require us going out and being bombarded by fans, I wanted us to be alone.”
“Jonny,” she smiled before she wrapped her arms around me and I gave her a kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“How were the music awards,” she asked when we sat down to eat.
“They were pretty cool, I think I went deaf for the girls screaming over Justin Bieber. What’s he got that I don’t have,” I said laughing.
“Jonny, he didn’t even go through puberty yet and I’m pretty sure he’s still a virgin,” Erica replied with a serious look on her face and I couldn’t stop laughing, “What did I say? I’m being serious and he doesn’t have a Stanley Cup or an MVP trophy either, does he?”
“You left out a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend,” I said and she smiled giving me a kiss.
“You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Hey, I was only telling the truth.”
“Did you see the information packet that came for me from the University of Chicago,” she asked and I lied and said no.
“No, but really, UC?”
“I’ve been doing some thinking lately and I really do miss when you’re not around and seeing you once a month and sometimes more during the hockey season isn’t enough. If we’re going to work, I need to be here full time.”
I sat there staring at her in a trance just smiling when suddenly my cell phone rang.
“Who is it,” she said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“Seabs,” I said pressing the talk button, “What’s up, bro?”
“Can you guys do Alyssa and I a HUGE favor?”
“It depends on what it is.”
“Come on man, we’re desperate right now.”
“Alright, whatever it is, Erica and I will do it,” I said.
“Can you watch Jordan for us? I had plans for us to go out but our babysitter got sick and can’t watch him.”
“What about Duncan, why can’t he do it?”
“He is going out with Kelly tonight.”
“What about Kaner and Ally or Adam and Leah?”
“They’re going to the club tonight with Sharpie, Courtney, Kris and Brittany and Adam is in Wisconsin with Leah for Nikki’s hockey tournament.”
“Do you mind watching Jordan,” I asked Erica who shook her head no, “Are you sure? I feel bad because it was just supposed to be us tonight.”
“I’m fine watching him, we’ll take him to Chuck E. Cheese or something,” Erica said, “It’ll be fun, he’s actually not bad when they’re not around.”
“Alright Brent, we’ll do it.”
“Thank you so much, I really owe you one.”
“You have Erica to thank for talking me into it, just drop him off here and we’ll take him to Chuck E. Cheese or something.”
“I’ll give you my credit card, go out on me.”
“It’s cool, I got it.”
“Well, it is my son so I’ll pay for it.”
“Brent, shut up before I change my mind.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up,” Brent said slamming the phone shut and I laughed.
“What’s so funny,” Erica asked.
“Brent is beyond excited we’re watching Jordan. I promise we’ll do this another time but hey dinner was good, right and we at least had an hour or two alone.”
“We’re going to be together all of the time if I get accepted here so we have a lot to look forward to,” Erica said as we both started cleaning up the table. When we were finished doing the dishes, I wanted to be comfortable chasing a kid around the Chuck E. Cheese so I wore my black Nike Shox tennis shoes with a pair of black basketball shorts, and a white cut off t-shirt. I grabbed my Cubs hat and headed into the living room where Erica was sitting on the couch with Jordan on her lap.
“When the hell did he get here?”
“They dropped him off like five minutes ago,” Erica said smiling as Jordan pulled his transformers toys out of his little backpack.
“Uncle Jonny wanna play,” he asked and I smiled before I sat down on the floor and played with him for a little bit. Just the smile on his face when I said I’d play with him made me forget about all the havoc he caused and made me even more excited to be a dad one day.
“Jordan, want me and Uncle Jonny to take you to Chuck E. Cheese?”
“YAY CHUCK E,” he screamed jumping up and I groaned.
“Geeze Erica, thanks for ruining the silence.”
“Oh shut up Jonny, he’ll be fine once he eats and plays a little bit.”
“Alright, let’s go,” I said grabbing my car keys, “Did they leave his car seat?”
“Yeah, it’s by the door,” she said pointing towards it.
She picked Jordan up and we headed for the elevator, Jordan was clapping his hands the whole time.
“Ready to go bud,” I asked him as I picked him up and buckled him in the car seat.
“Yep,” he said smiling and I shut the door before I climbed in.
“So much for, ‘He’s a holy terror’ and ‘I can’t watch him,’” Erica said making fun of me and I laughed.
“What can I say? I have a soft spot for kids.”
“We’re here Jordan,” Erica said when we pulled into parking lot.
“CHUCK E, CHUCK E, CHUCK E,” he chanted.
“Come on bud,” I said undoing his seatbelt and he hopped out of the car and grabbed Erica’s hand. I locked the car and he grabbed my hand and we headed into Chuck E. Cheese.
Jordan didn’t know which way to go, he saw the ball pit then he saw skee ball and the kid was also caught between dinner and the dancing characters on stage.
“He doesn’t know what to choose,” Erica whispered and I laughed as Jordan stood there holding my hand and scratching his head.
“What’s wrong buddy,” I said crouching down to his level.
“Too big,” he said and I laughed.
“Well, are you hungry?”
“Want pizza first?”
“YAY PIZZA,” he shouted jumping in my arms and Erica laughed.
We ordered pizza and while Jordan ate Erica and I talked about why she chose the University of Chicago out of the blue.
“Why did you pick UC all of the sudden?”
“I realized that Jessica is a year away from graduating and she has been looking at colleges here and Pat’s here with Ally and I know you hate traveling back and forth so I decided to go to school here. My parents are okay with it and they know I’d be living with you so I think I’m definitely going to move here.”
“Whoopsy,” Jordan suddenly said and we looked over and saw he had sauce all over his hands, face, and clothes.
“Did your mommy pack you a change of clothes,” Erica asked and Jordan shook his head yes.
“I bet they’re in that bag in the car, I’ll go get them.”
“Give me your keys, I’ll get them,” Erica said as I reached into my pocket and handed them to her.
I watched as Erica picked Jordan up from the booster seat and carried him outside. They came back in and Jordan was making faces and Erica was laughing. I smiled to myself as I watched her interact with Jordan. She would be a great mother to our kids but she’s only twenty so kids will wait a few years for us.
“Wow, you’re clean,” I said as Jordan jumped in my lap, “Nice shirt.”
“My daddy bought it for me.”
“Of course he did,” Erica laughed as Jordan showed off his little Duncan Keith t-shirt.
“BALLS,” Jordan shouted jumping out of my lap and towards the ball pit.
“Let’s go watch him,” I said as Erica and I walked over and stood there still talking and watching Jordan.
“AUNT ERICA, CATCH ME!!”
Jordan ran through the tunnel and slid down the sliding board and Erica picked him up and swung him around. I laughed at the sight before me because the thoughts of us having kids came back again.
“What do you want to do now,” I asked Jordan who took off towards the people who were playing skee ball.
“Uncle Jonny, help me please,” he said and I stuck in a token and showed him how to throw the balls.
“Good job bud.” He sucked but I was more than happy to help him, Erica was right he wasn’t bad around us, I guess it’s the whole kids act worse around their parents thing.
“I’m tired,” Jordan said and I picked him up.
“Want to go home with us and take a nap until your mommy and daddy pick you up?”
He nodded his head yes and I carried him to the car and he was asleep by time we got home.
My phone rang again and it was Brent telling me that he and Alyssa just had what he called “the most amazing sex” they’ve ever had and that he needed us to keep Jordan for the night.
I put Jordan in the spare bedroom and left the door open before I walked across the hall to mine and Erica’s room. Erica was already changed and lying in bed when I walked in and took my shorts and shirt off before I climbed in bed next to her.
“I told you he wasn’t bad without them around,” Erica said smiling.
“He’s such a cute kid but he is so bad when they are around.”
“He loves us, but he especially loves you. He was all ‘Uncle Jonny this’ and ‘Uncle Jonny that’ when I had him outside.”
“What can I say? I have a way with kids.”
“Whatever,” Erica said rolling her eyes, “I’m tired, goodnight, I love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night, I love you,” I said giving her a kiss turning the light off and getting myself comfortable with my arms around her.
I had just fallen asleep when I felt someone nudging me, I groaned and when I rolled over I saw Jordan standing there.
“What’s wrong buddy,” I said sitting up.
“I had a bad dream,” Jordan said clinging to his stuffed dog. I think it’s name is Duncan but I don’t know.
“Want to sleep with me and Aunt Erica?”
“Yes,” he said and I picked him up placing him in between Erica and myself.
“What’s wrong,” Erica said rubbing her eyes.
“Jordan had a bad dream and he is going to sleep with us.”
“You okay sweetie,” she said kissing Jordan’s forehead and he nodded his head yes and clung to her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Just get some sleep.”
I gave her another kiss and we both headed off to sleep content with how we felt about our relationship and each other and above all I was grateful she was finally going to move in with me.
Pat and I were laughing at Kris as he sat there attempting to rap “Not Afraid” by Eminem in the club. Brittany was embarrassed and so was Sharpie because Courtney was there but it was pretty funny.
It’s how Kris was, you either take it or leave it. Sharpie and Courtney were getting closer and I was glad Sharpie finally found a woman he liked.
“Ally, what’s wrong,” Pat said looking at me as I sat there stunned at what my mom had just told me over the phone.
“NOOOO,” I said crying and Pat grabbed the phone.
“Guys, we got to go,” Pat said, “We’ll tell you guys at another time but we got a plane to catch.”
“Ally, are you okay,” Brittany asked.
“I’ll be fine,” I said crying, “I’ll see you all this week.”
“He’s going to be okay,” Pat said squeezing my hand as we drove through the streets of Chicago so we could go pack our bags and book our plane.
“The next flight leaves at one o’clock, it’s now eleven fifteen,” I said looking at the clock, “Hurry up and pack.”
We packed in record time and before we knew it we were flying through the streets of Chicago yet again into the direction of the airport.
Once we were through security and on the plane, I called my mom and told her we were on our way. Once we were up in the air, I sat there crying and Pat lifted the arm rest and put his arm around me.
“What happened,” he asked.
“My dad, he had a heart attack and they don’t know how bad it is. He is having emergency bypass surgery right now.”
“He’s going to be okay, I promise.”
“Pat, if something happens to him I am going to feel like shit because I haven’t talked to him in two years.”
“Really,” Pat asked, “I didn’t know that. I hope I’m not the reason why.”
“You’re not the whole reason, I just decided not to talk to him because he didn’t accept my relationship with you. I love you and I don’t care what no one thinks.”
“I don’t want you losing your family over me,” Pat said, “I love you and I am going to work damn hard to get them to accept me.”
“I’m not worried about that right now, I’m worried about my dad.”
I cried myself to sleep in Pat’s arms and when I woke up the Florida sunshine was poking through the window of the plane.
“Please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing shortly,” the voice on the intercom said.
“How long was I out,” I asked Pat who shrugged his shoulders.
“We flew out of Chicago at a quarter after one in the morning and it’s like eight am now so about seven hours or so.”
“Wow! Did my mom call?”
“She did call, your dad is out of surgery and is in a regular room sitting up in bed since he spent the night in the ICU.”
I couldn’t help but cry, my dad was going to be okay but I still needed to repair my relationship with him. I hope he didn’t hold it against Pat. We got off of the plane and my grandmother picked us up.
“Ally, my darling,” my grandma Ella said hugging me, “Wow! Look at you, you’re beautiful.”
“I missed you Gram,” I said hugging her and not wanting to let go.
“I missed you too sweetheart, you met that NHL boy and thought you were too good for us. Speaking of which, that must be him over there signing autographs for those kids.”
“Pat,” I said waving him over and he smiled finishing the autograph he was signing before he walked over.
“Oh my, is that Donna and Pat’s son?”
“Yep,” I said smiling, “He grew up nicely, didn’t he?”
“Thanks grandma,” I said hugging her again, “God, it really has been too long.”
“Two years too long, how’s gramps doing?”
“He’s still as stubborn as ever,” she said smiling, “He’s at home trying to get the guest rooms together for you.”
“Aw gram you guys didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay, he’s been dying to meet Patrick anyways.”
“Mrs. Jordan,” Pat said hugging her when he came over, “How have you been?”
“Patrick, look at you. You’re so grown up and handsome.”
“Thank you,” he said wrapping his arm around my waist.
“I’ve never saw my granddaughter happier, you really make her happy.”
Pat smiled and kissed my forehead, “So, I make your happy and you talk to your grandma about me.”
“All of the time,” I said and he laughed as we got into the car and headed to the hospital.
“Are you ready,” Pat asked me as we stood in front of my dad’s room. I was holding a balloon and a stuffed animal.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I said as Pat pushed the door open and I walked in first.
“Ally,” my dad said and I kneeled down on the floor crying as he put his arms around me.
“Daddy,” I cried and he rubbed my back.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, “By the way, Pat, I’m really sorry for what I said about you. I was wrong and as much as I hate to admit it my daughter was right about you. You are something special and my thoughts and actions were just me afraid of losing my only baby girl because I realized she didn’t need me anymore.”
My mom walked in and was in tears at the sight before her, “Thank you Mr. Jordan,” Pat said walking over to shake his hand.
“Please call me Tony,” he said, “Welcome to the family.”
I sat there crying and Pat had his arms around me and we talked like nothing ever happened between us. Pat agreed to stay until my dad was released from the hospital which would take a week and a half. I was really certain everything was going to work out. My dad and Pat were getting along, we were spending time with my family, and then we were flying to Buffalo before we went to Disney World and I just hoped our two lives became one when we are in Orlando.