Saturday, December 18, 2010
“Ally,” Patrick said coming through the door calling my name, “Are you home, baby?”
“I’m in here,” I replied from the dining room and he came around the corner smiling before giving me a kiss.
“How was practice?”
“Q is kicking our asses.”
“Have you talked to Erica about what she wants to do for her birthday,” I asked and he shook his head no getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sitting down at the table across from me.
“I kind of wanted to give her a birthday party, I tried to talk to Jon about it but he just changed the subject.”
“Maybe he’s planning on doing something himself, I’ll talk to him later.”
“Do you think she’d like a big party?”
“She’s your sister, why are you asking me,” I said laughing and Pat rolled his eyes.
“She’s your best friend too,” he laughed before placing his hand on my stomach, “How’s my baby doing?”
“I read in the book today that Baby Kaner weighs half an ounce and is two inches long.”
Patrick laughed and took the book from my hands before he gave me a kiss, “I think we need to go shopping for Erica’s birthday present, what do you say?”
“I need new clothes, my jeans are starting to get tight!”
“Alright, I’ll buy you and my sister something,” he laughed standing up, “I’m going to change out of this monkey suit.”
“It looks good on you though,” I pouted.
“I’m not going shopping in a suit,” Patrick argued and I stuck out my bottom lip.
“You don’t love me anymore,” I said faking as if I was crying and I heard him sigh before he knelt down in front of me, “Baby, you know that’s not true.”
“Then why won’t you wear your suit?”
“How about I just wear the dress pants and the shirt,” he tried to reason with me and it worked.
“Can you wear the black hat too,” I asked looking up at him with a normal voice.
“You tricked me,” he smirked in defeat.
“Oh Patrick, you’re too easy to fool.”
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said picking me up over his shoulder and carrying me down the hall to our bedroom.
“I thought you wanted to go shopping for Erica’s gift,” I said as Patrick ran his hands under my shirt.
“We have a whole week to shop,” he mumbled against my lips and I gave into him. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and he pushed my hands away before he unbuttoned the first three buttons and threw it over his head. He leaned down and kissed my lips before he let them travel to my neck. I moaned as he hit the sensitive spot on my neck.
My cell phone ringing cause Patrick to groan, “Let it go to voicemail,” I said as he pulled the sweatpants I was wearing off.
“Do you enjoy wearing my clothes,” he asked.
“Hey, mine don’t fit anymore and yours are comfy.”
My phone rang again and this time I groaned, “I think you better answer that,” Patrick said rolling on his side to hand me my cell phone that was on the nightstand.
“Hello,” I said pressing the green talk button.
“Ally,” Jon’s voice said on the other end, “Do you have a second?”
“Yeah sure, what’s wrong?”
Patrick gave me a questioning look and I mouthed “Tazer” and he gave a small smile.
“Can you meet me in half an hour, it’s important!”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” and I could hear the lie in his voice but I let it go.
“I’ll meet you at the Dunkin’ Donuts down the street from mine and Pat’s apartment.”
“I’ll be right there!”
“Something’s not right,” I said to Patrick when I hung up the phone, “Jon seems down about something.”
“He hasn’t been himself and I know my sister isn’t acting right either, I swear to God if he broke her heart, I’ll kill him.”
“Calm down, I’ll be back.”
I stood up from the bed and got dressed. I gave Pat a quick kiss and grabbed my jacket before I headed down the street.
Jon was there before me and I ordered a hot chocolate and sat down at the table with him. He gave me a small smile and I immediately knew that something was wrong.
“Jon, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what I did to her.”
“Erica, come on Ally don’t act like you don’t know!”
“I don’t know anything,” I said questioningly.
“She fucking cheated,” he said and I was still dumbfounded.
“Erica, she cheated on me at her friend’s party in Buffalo. She got drunk and fucking slept with her ex-boyfriend.”
“OH MY GOD!”
“Just please don’t say anything to Kaner, I don’t want him mad at her before her birthday.”
“Jon, he has a right to know. He thinks it’s you that hurt her.”
“I would never hurt her, God you know that.”
“I don’t know what to say, Jon. I wish I could say something to make it better but I can’t.”
“I was going to ask her to marry me over Thanksgiving, I had the perfect plan. A carriage ride through Millennium Park then I was going to take her ice skating before dinner then when everyone was together I was going to ask her.”
“Jon,” I said going to the chair next to him and giving him a hug, “I’m here for you if you want to talk, I promise I won’t say anything to Patrick.”
“Thank you,” he said forcing a smile, “I’m sorry for making you come out here.”
“It’s okay, I’ll tell Pat you wanted to meet and talk about Erica’s gift.”
“Oh my God, it’s Jonathan Toews,” we heard three voices say at the counter.
“That’s our queue to leave,” he said smiling and we waved to the three teenage girls that were drooling over him.
“It’s the same way with Pat but sometimes the girls get bitchy towards me.”
“Trust me, I remember the cup party,” he laughed as we got to the front door of mine and Pat’s apartment building.
“Want to come up for dinner?”
“Why not, I am kind of hungry.”
“I just got off the phone with Murphy’s Bleachers and booked it for Erica’s birthday party.”
“That’s great,” Jon said faking a smile.
“Tazer, what the fuck is your problem?”
“Nothing is wrong, why the fuck does everyone keep asking me that?”
“Dude, snap the fuck out of it, seriously, what’s your problem?”
“Do you really want to know what my problem is,” Jon asked and Patrick nodded his head, “Your sister and I broke up! Did she tell you that?”
“I fucking told you that I would fucking kick your ass if you fucking hurt my sister.”
“I didn’t fucking hurt her,” Jon argued, “She fucking got drunk at her friend’s party back in Buffalo and fucking cheated on me, there are you happy that you’re fucking sister stooped to the level of a whore.”
“Don’t call her a whore, I swear to God, I will kick your ass,” Pat said sitting down and I sat next to him trying to calm him down.
“I didn’t fucking call her a whore, I loved her Kaner, I fucking loved her and you know that. I was going to ask her to marry me on Thanksgiving. I had the ring for the longest time and I talked to your dad about it when he was here last season on the dad’s trip.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Patrick said shrugging my hand away and I sighed in defeat before I stood up and walked into our bedroom slamming the door.
I didn’t know what to think as I got dressed for Erica’s birthday party a week later. Patrick had invited Jon but I knew that Jon wasn’t going to come. Patrick and I didn’t tell Erica we knew everything, we were going to let her tell us on her terms.
Erica laughed at Jordan who was attempting to break dance in the middle of the floor.
“She looks happy,” Pat said taking a sip of his drink.
“I was like that too when I left you but I was hiding behind the pain.”
“Do you think Jon will forgive her?”
“Eventually but right now he has to get over the hurt and the shock. He has to learn to trust her again.”
“I’m sorry that I ever put you through that,” Patrick said wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my temple.
“You didn’t cheat on me, you were put in the situation but you realized what you were doing and stopped it before anything could happen. I’m sorry for never believing you.”
“We’re good now though, right,” he said smiling as he placed his hand on my stomach, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I don’t fucking believe it,” Patrick said looking towards the door. I turned around and I saw Jon walk over to Duncan and Brent who were both chasing Jordan around trying to get him to calm down.
“He’s here to make people believe they’re still together, don’t worry he won’t go over to her. He’ll just watch her.”
I couldn’t believe that this as happening to two people who were perfect just like Pat and I were. I was destined to get Erica and Jon back together. I don’t care if it took six months or a year, he wouldn’t be with anybody but her, I’d make sure of it.
Patrick and I worked our own relationship out, we just had to repair theirs. It wasn’t our place but he hated seeing his sister hurt and we both hated seeing our best friends miserable. Getting their lives back together when ours were just beginning with our baby on the way was going to be difficult but we were bound to do it, we just hoped it didn’t break us.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I'm working on an update and it will be up later tonight!! I know it's been highly requested and since I'm finally done with school for the semester, I am picking up writing this story faithfully again. There's not much left to write, however I have more and more ideas and will continue with a sequel called "Stuck Like Glue"