You've Set My Heart Ablaze
Chapter 15-
Allison's POV:
I woke up with one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I wasn’t in my own room. I startled awake and looked around again. I had no idea where I was…or how I got there.
The previous night was a blur. I remembered telling Jen to tell James to not even bother coming over and telling Sid and Mel we were going out, but that is it. I grabbed my phone and saw a handful of texts from James, apologizing and saying how much he loved me, another set of texts from Mel asking where I went and two from Sidney asking the same thing.
I looked around the room again and realized something…the walls had Penguins’ things on them and there was a trophy case with a few replica trophies; a Stanley Cup, two Art Ross trophies and a Conn Smyth. I got up and went to the trophy case to look at the name on them. Evgeni Malkin…FUCK.
I heard the familiar noise of bacon being fried and I wandered into the kitchen. Evgeni stood there in a t-shirt and sweatpants, frying bacon and making toast. I cleared my throat and he turned around, “Dobroye utro!(Good Morning)” he said in Russian.
“Morning…” I replied, confused
“You like bacon?” he asked
I nodded, “Yeah…”
Evgeni handed me a plate with bacon, eggs and toast on it. “Juice, coffee, milk?” he asked
“Juice.” I replied. I didn’t know what happened the night before and I was too afraid to ask. I assumed the worst…that I had cheated on James with his best friend. “Geno…”
“Da?(Yes)” he asked, looking at me.
“What happened last night…”
Evgeni looked down. Fuck that’s not a good sign. “We were both drunk…” he started.
“Did we have sex?” I interrupted
Evgeni just nodded and I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. What the fuck did I do? What was I going to tell James?
James’ POV:
I looked over at my phone. No replies. She was really mad at me this time. I grabbed my coat and headed to Paul Martin’s for breakfast. “Morning…”
“Good morning…whoa…you look like hell…what happened?” Paul asked
I sat at his table and told him about Jen and Allison getting mad and how Jen answered my phone and Allison got angry and how she wasn’t replying to me. “I fucked it up so bad…”
Paul stared at me “I don’t think you did anything wrong…I mean what does Allison expect you to do? Leave Jen to take care of your child by herself? Not help her out with baby things? You’re trying to be a good dad and I think that it’s bull shit that she doesn’t get that…I’m sorry, but it is.”
“I think Allison was just upset because I answer every beckoning call Jen makes. I can’t say ‘no’ to her…I never have been able to. How else do you think she got pregnant?” I sighed
“Well that’s something you have to work on, but honestly, Allison can’t blame you for trying to help the mother of your son.” Paul replied handing me my omelet.
I took a bite and nodded, “You’re right, I guess…I just…I hope she isn’t mad at me…”
“She shouldn’t be.” Paul sat down beside me and ate his own omelet. After finishing my food, I grabbed my coat, thanked Paul, and headed home.
When I got back to my house Allison was waiting for me. “Allison! I’m so sorry.” I started to say, but she stopped me.
“James…I have to tell you something.” she said, not looking me in he eyes
“What is it? Are you ok?” I asked
Allison started crying as she spoke, “James…I had sex with Geno…”
I woke up with one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I wasn’t in my own room. I startled awake and looked around again. I had no idea where I was…or how I got there.
The previous night was a blur. I remembered telling Jen to tell James to not even bother coming over and telling Sid and Mel we were going out, but that is it. I grabbed my phone and saw a handful of texts from James, apologizing and saying how much he loved me, another set of texts from Mel asking where I went and two from Sidney asking the same thing.
I looked around the room again and realized something…the walls had Penguins’ things on them and there was a trophy case with a few replica trophies; a Stanley Cup, two Art Ross trophies and a Conn Smyth. I got up and went to the trophy case to look at the name on them. Evgeni Malkin…FUCK.
I heard the familiar noise of bacon being fried and I wandered into the kitchen. Evgeni stood there in a t-shirt and sweatpants, frying bacon and making toast. I cleared my throat and he turned around, “Dobroye utro!(Good Morning)” he said in Russian.
“Morning…” I replied, confused
“You like bacon?” he asked
I nodded, “Yeah…”
Evgeni handed me a plate with bacon, eggs and toast on it. “Juice, coffee, milk?” he asked
“Juice.” I replied. I didn’t know what happened the night before and I was too afraid to ask. I assumed the worst…that I had cheated on James with his best friend. “Geno…”
“Da?(Yes)” he asked, looking at me.
“What happened last night…”
Evgeni looked down. Fuck that’s not a good sign. “We were both drunk…” he started.
“Did we have sex?” I interrupted
Evgeni just nodded and I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. What the fuck did I do? What was I going to tell James?
James’ POV:
I looked over at my phone. No replies. She was really mad at me this time. I grabbed my coat and headed to Paul Martin’s for breakfast. “Morning…”
“Good morning…whoa…you look like hell…what happened?” Paul asked
I sat at his table and told him about Jen and Allison getting mad and how Jen answered my phone and Allison got angry and how she wasn’t replying to me. “I fucked it up so bad…”
Paul stared at me “I don’t think you did anything wrong…I mean what does Allison expect you to do? Leave Jen to take care of your child by herself? Not help her out with baby things? You’re trying to be a good dad and I think that it’s bull shit that she doesn’t get that…I’m sorry, but it is.”
“I think Allison was just upset because I answer every beckoning call Jen makes. I can’t say ‘no’ to her…I never have been able to. How else do you think she got pregnant?” I sighed
“Well that’s something you have to work on, but honestly, Allison can’t blame you for trying to help the mother of your son.” Paul replied handing me my omelet.
I took a bite and nodded, “You’re right, I guess…I just…I hope she isn’t mad at me…”
“She shouldn’t be.” Paul sat down beside me and ate his own omelet. After finishing my food, I grabbed my coat, thanked Paul, and headed home.
When I got back to my house Allison was waiting for me. “Allison! I’m so sorry.” I started to say, but she stopped me.
“James…I have to tell you something.” she said, not looking me in he eyes
“What is it? Are you ok?” I asked
Allison started crying as she spoke, “James…I had sex with Geno…”
6/3/13