Daddy's Babygirl
Chapter 3
I was glad the Rangers made the playoffs. I was sad that daddy couldn’t play. It was the night of the first playoff game at MSG. “Mommy, where are we going?” I asked as we weren’t heading to the family suite or the box my dad had been sitting in. “Daddy got us special seats.” She smiled. At seven, I thought nothing of it. We had seats behind the team bench alot. I really didn’t want to be that close unless my dad was playing, or my uncles. I heard them introduce the Rangers, and then introduced the starting lineup. “Welcome back Marc Staal!!” I was speechless. “Ahhh!!! DADDY!” I screamed and jumped. I couldn’t believe it. “mommy look!” I screamed. “I see babygirl.” My mom smiled.
Dad turned to me when he got to the bench, and told me to hold on. He reached over the glass and handed me a sign. It said “Good Luck Daddy #18” Apparently my mom made a sign and had dad take it with him. There were no words to describe how I felt. I was so excited to see him out on the ice, until I saw dad get hit in the eye with a stick. “No! daddy! I hate you! Don’t you hurt my daddy!” I cried. I just want him to be okay again. “honey, look daddy’s fine. He’s skating.” My mom reassured me.
After the game, I couldn’t wait to get to see my dad. I knew it would be a while before he came out due to it being his first game back and media interviews. It sucked but it came with being the top defenseman of the team and coming back from an injury. I guess I fell asleep, because my dad picked me up and carried me to the car. “daddy you played so good. Is your eye okay?” I yawned, waking up for a brief few minutes. “thanks babygirl. it’s not where it should be sweetie. But it’ll get there.” I woke up in my bed the next morning. “mommy is daddy better yet?” I asked as I got a cereal box out of the pantry. “daddy doesn’t feel good today. So we have to be very quiet.” Mom told me, as I nodded. Dad had a headache, and was dizzy. I cuddled with dad on the couch. It wasn’t anything different from what we had been doing since dad got hurt. “daddy can we please watch Belle?” I asked him, sweetly. “yes baby just not too loud.” I got up and put on the movie.
The Rangers ended up getting knocked out in the 2nd round of the playoffs. Honestly, I was okay with that. That meant we could go to Thunder Bay and I could see my cousins and my entire family. Summer was interesting to say the least. I didn’t really see Uncle Eric, Aunt Tanya, Parker and Levi that much, due to an injury that Uncle Eric got. My dad spent most of the summer recovering. I didn’t fully understand the injury, just that it was really bad. In July, Uncle Eric and my dad were well enough to skate on the ice with Uncle Jordan and Uncle Jared. I would go with them to Nor West Arena, the same arena that my dad and my uncles skated in when they were growing up. I loved seeing my dad out there, skating and having fun.
One day, my dad and uncles decided to bring us kids on the ice with them. I got suited up in hockey gear, along with Parker and Levi. Well Levi had skates on and Uncle Eric was skating with him. Parker and I grabbed our sticks and started playing around like we were playing a game. Levi had to watch with Auntie Tanya, my mom, and Grandma. Uncle Jordan decided to make it a three on three game. Uncle Eric, Uncle Jared and I against Uncle Jordan, my dad and Parker. Yes, they purposely made it that way so I couldn’t be on my dad’s team and so Parker couldn’t be on his dad’s team either.
It was Parker and I in the faceoff, it was only fair. I got the puck and started skating my way to the goal. Uncle Jordan decided to be funny and hip check me. “Really?” I said as I passed the puck to Uncle Jared. My dad stole the puck from Uncle Jared. I skated up to him and hip checked him, all my dad did was chuckle. We kept going back and forth until Parker boarded me. I got up and pushed him. Parker and I went back and forth, with our helmets coming off and throwing punches. I’m surprised no one stopped us. Once we hit the ground, my dad and Uncle Eric tore us apart. I was bleeding on my lip but nothing major. It was the same with Parker. Our moms took us to get us patched up, and boy were we in trouble.
“what were you guys thinking?” our grandma asked. “I was thinking..nevermind it doesn’t matter.” I said, looking at Parker. “are you alright?” He nodded and I stayed silent until I was done. I walked right back on the ice and started some drills I’d seen my dad and uncle’s do. “whoa what do you think you’re doing Kyleigh?” my dad skated up to me, picked me up and sat me on the bench with him.
“daddy I was skating like you.” I cried, wanting to be on the ice. “why did you fight with Parker? You guys never fight.” I looked at the ground. “It was my idea. I knew Uncle Jordan and you wouldn’t fight with me. I wanted to show you and mommy that I could fight, and I could take it and be alright. I want to be you.” My dad took my skates off, nodding. “honey, we don’t want you to have to go through what I’ve been through. I know you can handle it, you are my daughter.” I was so mad. All I wanted was to be like my dad. I ran away to Uncle Jared. As in I hid in his car until we got to his house at the lake. He always spoiled me.
Dad turned to me when he got to the bench, and told me to hold on. He reached over the glass and handed me a sign. It said “Good Luck Daddy #18” Apparently my mom made a sign and had dad take it with him. There were no words to describe how I felt. I was so excited to see him out on the ice, until I saw dad get hit in the eye with a stick. “No! daddy! I hate you! Don’t you hurt my daddy!” I cried. I just want him to be okay again. “honey, look daddy’s fine. He’s skating.” My mom reassured me.
After the game, I couldn’t wait to get to see my dad. I knew it would be a while before he came out due to it being his first game back and media interviews. It sucked but it came with being the top defenseman of the team and coming back from an injury. I guess I fell asleep, because my dad picked me up and carried me to the car. “daddy you played so good. Is your eye okay?” I yawned, waking up for a brief few minutes. “thanks babygirl. it’s not where it should be sweetie. But it’ll get there.” I woke up in my bed the next morning. “mommy is daddy better yet?” I asked as I got a cereal box out of the pantry. “daddy doesn’t feel good today. So we have to be very quiet.” Mom told me, as I nodded. Dad had a headache, and was dizzy. I cuddled with dad on the couch. It wasn’t anything different from what we had been doing since dad got hurt. “daddy can we please watch Belle?” I asked him, sweetly. “yes baby just not too loud.” I got up and put on the movie.
The Rangers ended up getting knocked out in the 2nd round of the playoffs. Honestly, I was okay with that. That meant we could go to Thunder Bay and I could see my cousins and my entire family. Summer was interesting to say the least. I didn’t really see Uncle Eric, Aunt Tanya, Parker and Levi that much, due to an injury that Uncle Eric got. My dad spent most of the summer recovering. I didn’t fully understand the injury, just that it was really bad. In July, Uncle Eric and my dad were well enough to skate on the ice with Uncle Jordan and Uncle Jared. I would go with them to Nor West Arena, the same arena that my dad and my uncles skated in when they were growing up. I loved seeing my dad out there, skating and having fun.
One day, my dad and uncles decided to bring us kids on the ice with them. I got suited up in hockey gear, along with Parker and Levi. Well Levi had skates on and Uncle Eric was skating with him. Parker and I grabbed our sticks and started playing around like we were playing a game. Levi had to watch with Auntie Tanya, my mom, and Grandma. Uncle Jordan decided to make it a three on three game. Uncle Eric, Uncle Jared and I against Uncle Jordan, my dad and Parker. Yes, they purposely made it that way so I couldn’t be on my dad’s team and so Parker couldn’t be on his dad’s team either.
It was Parker and I in the faceoff, it was only fair. I got the puck and started skating my way to the goal. Uncle Jordan decided to be funny and hip check me. “Really?” I said as I passed the puck to Uncle Jared. My dad stole the puck from Uncle Jared. I skated up to him and hip checked him, all my dad did was chuckle. We kept going back and forth until Parker boarded me. I got up and pushed him. Parker and I went back and forth, with our helmets coming off and throwing punches. I’m surprised no one stopped us. Once we hit the ground, my dad and Uncle Eric tore us apart. I was bleeding on my lip but nothing major. It was the same with Parker. Our moms took us to get us patched up, and boy were we in trouble.
“what were you guys thinking?” our grandma asked. “I was thinking..nevermind it doesn’t matter.” I said, looking at Parker. “are you alright?” He nodded and I stayed silent until I was done. I walked right back on the ice and started some drills I’d seen my dad and uncle’s do. “whoa what do you think you’re doing Kyleigh?” my dad skated up to me, picked me up and sat me on the bench with him.
“daddy I was skating like you.” I cried, wanting to be on the ice. “why did you fight with Parker? You guys never fight.” I looked at the ground. “It was my idea. I knew Uncle Jordan and you wouldn’t fight with me. I wanted to show you and mommy that I could fight, and I could take it and be alright. I want to be you.” My dad took my skates off, nodding. “honey, we don’t want you to have to go through what I’ve been through. I know you can handle it, you are my daughter.” I was so mad. All I wanted was to be like my dad. I ran away to Uncle Jared. As in I hid in his car until we got to his house at the lake. He always spoiled me.
As far as I know, yes. I am still writing it. I only have a few prewritten chapters. It's mostly in her view of things.
10/16/13