When I got up the next morning Jon was holding his head with a bottle of pain killers next to him. I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed his neck and very quietly said, "Hey babe I have to go. Practice is starting back up today." He turned around to look at me with his sad eyes. "I'm sorry for getting drunk last night... Just that kiss really pissed me off..." he said softly. I put my hand to his face and ran my thumb over his cheek and said, "Baby it's fine. But you gotta remember I love you." He smiled halfheartedly, "I love you too." I kissed his lips softly. "Think about it only 7 weeks to the games." I said as I got up to get ready to go. Before I left I turned to Jon and hugged him tightly, knowing that I wouldn't see him for 7 weeks. I looked up at him and kissed him as tears streamed down my face. I met Charlotte and Kim up in the hallway and Jon walked hand in hand with me as we walked down. Before going outside the hotel I turned to Jon and kissed him again whispering "I love you." "Love you too Amy." he sad softly with his sad big brown eyes.
When we started back up to the rink I was silent while Charlotte and Kim were talking about Shaw and Saad. After a few minutes of them talking Kim turned towards me and said, "You know Jon was drinking a lot last night. What happened?" I sighed then explained to them what had happened the night before. Kim and Charlotte's mouths just dropped. "So Marc Staal has a thing for you!?" Charlotte half yelled. I grimaced at the thought but just nodded. Both of them could not believe that happened.
As we got to the rink with our gear I sighed. "This will be fun.." I said as I hung my head. Once I got out on the ice I skated and played harder then I ever did before to get my head off the kiss. "Johnson!" I heard coach yell. I skated over to him trying to keep my head up. "Yeah coach?" I asked looked straight at him. "Good work. Keep it up for the next few weeks. You ready for the games?" he said to me. "Yeah coach and thanks." I said. For the next few weeks practice was like that everyday with me working hard and the team started to work as hard as me. As the days started to blur together I grew more nervous.
After one practice 2 weeks before the games I got a text from Jon saying, "2 more weeks! Can't wait to see you again!" I smiled as I read it and sent him, "Same baby I miss you." As I walked out of that practice I knew I'd do my best for Jon.
A week before the games came up like crazy fast and the whole team had a flight to Sochi, Russia for the Olympics. On the plane ride there I couldn't help but think what had Jon been doing while I was gone? All I had done was watched all the games I could of him televised, texted and called him, and every now and then was able to Skype with him. My stomach turned as my brain realized I finally got to see him after 7 weeks. I looked over to Charlotte who was passed out already and I decided I'd get some sleep while in the air cause I may not get much when the games officially start. When I slept my dreams were odd including me on the ice against the Russian Olympic team and getting hit in the neck by a puck. I shot up from the dream and all I could think is what the hell just happened? Did I just see what's going to happen to me???