The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut

May 25, 2014

Dear Diary,

After last night’s loss, the Pens are now out of the playoffs. Brandon was sad and disappointed, so I tried to console him the only way I knew how to: with sex and food.

He was still in bed when I got back from driving Mark to the airport, so I brought him some of his favorite pancakes. However, he was interested in something else.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” He asked, and I crawled into bed next to him. He rolled me on my side and curled up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I was so warm and comfortable and started to fall asleep, until I vaguely became aware of him trying to take my clothes off.

“Brandon, what are you doing?” I looked back at him with a smirk.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he smiled and went back to taking my panties off.

I laughed, “You don’t even want breakfast first?”

“Come on, it’s been a while, and now that Mark’s gone we’re alone,” he whispered into my ear and tried to moisten me up.

I thought about it for a minute, “Okay, why not. Just be careful.”

“I always am,” he said as he slid into me.

He was great, as always, but I couldn’t help noticing the similarities between him and Mark. Is that kind of thing genetic?

I don’t know, but it kept distracting me. That, and the mini-contractions I have every time I get close to climaxing. I haven’t told Brandon about them because it doesn’t happen too often, and I don’t want him to worry about it. Besides, this kind of thing is normal, and I don’t want him to think we can’t have sex any more. I’m not okay with any of the alternatives (for sex), especially given the fact that I can’t give blow job’s with my TMJ. Also, we probably won’t get many chances to have sex after the twins are born, so why not do it now?

He already worries too much. He doesn’t show it, but I know he’s worried.

One thing he won’t have to worry about much longer is which team he’s going to.

Now that the season is over his contract will be up in two days, so we’ll find out if he’s getting traded, or if he can sign with another team. After learning from Mark about the teams he’s most likely to go to, I still stand behind my choices of a California team. I’m trying not to get too attached, but I’ve started looking at houses, and which neighborhood is best to live in and has the nicest schools.

I know, I’m getting a little ahead of things, but I’m really anxious to find out where we’re going to live.

And to get out of Pittsburgh.

Sincerely,

Emme

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May 31, 2014

Dear Diary,

I am writing this from Caeleigh’s guest bedroom, well, Geno’s but I’m Caeleigh’s guest.

Why? Because Brandon was not as ‘chill’ as Mark said he was about his older brother sleeping with his girlfriends.

I hadn’t actually planned on telling him, not then at least, but it kind of came out.

We were eating dinner and I decided to ask him about the girlfriend he ‘stole’ from Mark.

“He told you about that?” he asked, looking very surprised.

“Yeah, though he said she was just interested in you because you were going to play in the NHL and he wasn’t,” I explained.

“Oh, yeah that was part of it. Also, he cheated on her a couple of times.”

“He didn’t mention that, but I’m not surprised.”

“Why?” He was starting to look suspicious.

“He said he slept with Marie a couple of times when you guys were dating.”

“What?!” Brandon looked mad; I’d never seen him actually mad before. “A couple of times?”

“Yeah, he said you were okay with it. I’m sorry,” I felt really bad about telling him about it.

“I was not okay with it, but I wasn’t that mad when I found out because I knew he was just upset about Stacy, and he said they were both drunk. But I didn’t know that it happened more than that one time,” he paused. “That’s when things really started to fall apart between us.”

“Between you and Marie or you and Mark?”

“Between Marie and I. No, Mark and I have always been close, though I might have to start rethinking that.” He thought for a minute. “Why did he even tell you about that?”

I didn’t answer right away, and I think he immediately knew.

“Umm, there was an incident with whipped cream, and I was upset after I found out you asked him to ‘babysit’ me, and, um, things kind of happened,” I slowly explained, looking at my hands in my lap, unable to look at him.

“What the fuck,” he got up and left the room.

I sat still, not even looking up to see where he went. Why did I tell him that? : (

He came back in and grabbed his keys off the table, “I’m going out.” He said as he left the room.

After he left, slamming the door behind him, I sat still for a few moments and began crying.

I found my phone and texted Mark.

*Brandon was not chill about you sleeping with me. Does he have a history of violence when he’s angry?*

*No, he doesn’t, he hardly ever gets angry. You told him? Why!?*

*I’m sorry, it sort of came out. I blame you for this*

*Hey, you’re the one who put whipped cream on her tits*

*this is not helping.*

*sorry*

I contemplated asking him to talk to Brandon, but that probably would not have helped.

So I packed a few things and headed over to Caeleigh’s (Geno’s). Before leaving I left him a note telling him where I was and that I thought he might need some space, and of course I apologized and told him I loved him.

It’s been a day and I still have not heard from him.

I’m starting to get worried. Well, I’ve been worried, but I’m starting to get very worried/freaked out.

“I’m sure he’ll come round,” Caeleigh said, trying to make me feel better.

“Things were going so well, why did I have to ruin it?” I leaned on the table and covered my head with my hands.

Geno walked in, not really aware of what had happened between Brandon and I, and sat down next to me looking at his phone. “I just got text that he signed with Sharks. That’s good, right? You wanted California team?”

I smiled at his cute attempt to make me feel better (how could you not smile at happy Geno?)

“Yay! Now we can be California girls!” Caeleigh said over-exuberantly.

“You going to California too?” Geno asked her.

“No, but I’ll visit, a lot, especially when it gets cold out here,” she said folding her arms.

“What, you want me to sign with team in warmer city just so you can get tan? You don’t even tan, you’re too pale,” he teased her and she hit him playfully.

“Well, if I even end up going with him…” I sullenly replied, still covering my head.

“Of course you will, he just needs some time to cool off,” Caeleigh said giving me a hug. “Why don’t we go to the movies or something; that would be fun, right?”

“I don’t know,” I said sitting up.

“We could watch that new movie about Sleeping Beauty,” she suggested, “Angelina Jolie plays the evil witch.”

“‘Maleficent’?” Geno said. “Yeah, we should watch that.”

Caels and I both looked at him, “How do you know about that?”

“Lazy tell me he want to see it, meet girls or something.”

We both laughed.

So, we’re going to see it tonight, with James Neal.

It would be fun, if I wasn’t so worried about what was going to happen with Brandon and I.

: (

Sincerely,

Emme

P.S.: I sent him a text to congratulate him on signing with the Sharks, but he hasn’t responded yet.

Oh, God, what’s wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this?

Notes

Thank you for the feedback and suggestions!

I don't remember who suggested the Sharks, but major thumbs up to you! : )