One wrong step and she would most likely tumble to her doom. The man on her left lunged to his feet to help her. “I'm fine!” She yelped descending down the stairs. Her phone buzzed in her hand for the millionth time. Grunting a curse word she glanced at the screen.

Front row supermodel.
Rolling her eyes she stood upright scanning the arena.

How do I find you?
She quickly texted back as the stadium buzzed and roared with noise during the intermission.

We’re the only ppl in ‘hawks jerseys doof.
Rolling her eyes she carefully took another step her heel nearly missing the cement. Spotting a blonde head in a red jersey she made her way over as quickly as she could. Dropping her bag in the empty seat she sighed finally getting there in one piece.

“Well look who decided to join us.” Erika Kane commented.

“Listen blondie-”

“Why aren’t you wearing your jersey?” Jessica exclaimed.

“You are a terrible girlfriend!” Jacqueline added jokingly.

“Hold your horses, it’s in my purse.” She smiled pulling out the red jersey with the large 88 on the back.

“Why are you wearing that outfit anyway?” Jessica asked.

“Alisa, when did you get to Philadelphia?” Ericka the oldest and most composed of the Kane sisters asked.

“Like twenty minuets ago,” She girl stated pulling the jersey over her blouse.

“You mean you got off work and took a helicopter here? From Buffalo?”

“No I was in Pittsburg, for a client meeting,” She smiled.

“You missed half of your boyfriend’s game for work?” The youngest sister exclaimed.

“We were signing a million dollar deal I couldn’t just leave.” She stated.

“It’s the Stanley Cup Play Offs Al!” Erika said her eyes widening.

“At least he has his family here,” Alisa smiled, “Where are the Mr. and Mrs. anyway?”

“They went to go see Pat in the locker room, since its intermission, you should go too I'm sure he’d love to see you.”

“He’s fine.” She said sitting down in her seat. “I'm exhausted.”

“I can’t believe you missed half the game,” Jacqueline shook her head.

“He won’t even notice, if they win he’ll just get drunk and I won’t see him until we go back to Chicago.”

The Kane sisters widened their eyes and closed their mouths deciding not to say anymore to their brother’s girlfriend.

*

When the players stepped back onto the ice the cheering was almost deafening. She shared a smile with Patrick’s parents who had returned to their seats giving them both a quick hug, when she saw Patrick skating by. She smiled, as he got closer, a tingling feeling starting in her toes making its way to her heart as he stopped right in front of her and time did too. He placed his glove-covered hand against the glass and she reached up and placed her own dainty hand against his. Her manicured nails were a sharp contrast against his huge black glove and when she looked up his blue eyes were a sharp contrast against her brown ones. Then he was gone. Skating away as the game resumed.

“You two are like Disney channel cute.” Erika rolled her eyes at her brother’s girlfriend.

“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” Alisa giggled sitting back down in her seat.

“It means I better have a daughter-in-law soon!” Donna Kane interrupted a few seats away.

“Mom!” Erika exclaimed as Alisa blushed “It’s been like 3 months! They are not getting married yet.”

“Or ever,” Alisa clarified quietly.

“What’d you say?” Erika asked.

“Nothing, watch the game.”

*
They did it.

That was all that was going through her head when Patrick scored the game winning goal in over time. Her Patrick had won. She let out the loudest scream her lungs could handle, her hand clutched Erika’s while she jumped as much as she could in her stilettos.
Patrick’s arms were failing as he celebrated with his teammates. She smiled so wide she though her face might crack in half when Patrick hugged Jon Toews in a monstrous embrace.

“We did it Al!” Ericka screamed pulling Alisa into hug that the other sisters joined as well.

“Come on we are going to go on the ice with Pat.” Jessica said, Alisa nodded and watched the family join Patrick for hugs and congratulations and interviews that reporters were dying to get.

“Its okay you go ahead.” Alisa smiled. Patrick was beaming as his family joined him and hugged them each. A camera was shoved into their faces capturing the beautiful moment. Alisa picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, she knew she would see Patrick tomorrow and for now, she would let him bask in his victory. Slowly she made her way to the stairway carefully assessing each step in her high heels she had forgotten to take off after work.

“Lis!” She heard the familiar nickname and almost became weak in the knees from the voice who said it. Turning she smiled at Patrick’s open mouth and irregular breathing.

“You’re leaving?” He asked dumbfounded stretching out his hand, beckoning her to him.

She nodded stepping back down the stairs to stand directly in front of him.

“But why?” He asked and she could see a flicker of hurt in his eyes. “Arent you gonna come party with us? The parade? Are you flying out to Chicago tomorrow?”

“You know I don’t party like you do Pat,” She giggled “You’re gonna get trashed and I'm gonna be left on the sidelines, I will see you in Chicago I'm flying out tonight , I have a jet waiting right now.” She said placing her hand on the back of his neck tugging on his mullet curls.

“Come on, are you at least going to go to the parade?” He asked hopefully his hands settling on her hips.

“No,” she said shaking her head. “I have to work.” Pat rolled his eyes scoffing.

“You always work.” He grumbled.

“And you always party.” She retorted pulling his lips into hers for a searing kiss, she felt all the way down to her feet. “Congrats Patty, I am so proud of you,” She smiled into his blue orbs. "Have fun.” She said placing a finger to his lips then walking away as she heard the cameras click.

Notes

Posting from Mibba! Chapters will come fairly quickly! Comment and rate? thank ya:)