The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut

August 07, 2014

Dear Diary,

Caeleigh’s here! I’m so excited! She just got in yesterday morning and she’s still on Russia time so she’s been really tired. She was so excited to see the twins and has been a lot of help with them because she’s used to waking up a lot earlier than us (like 2 AM), so I’ve been able to sleep a bit more lately.

She also helped us pick out our house. After looking at both of them she couldn’t decide, so she asked which one was closer to the SAP center where the Sharks play.

“I think they’re about the same distance,” Brandon said checking google maps.

“And which one is closer to where TK lives?” She asked, and that got him.

“Looks like your house wins,” he said to me, and I hugged him with a huge smile on my face.

“I knew we would pick that one in the end. I fell in love with it the second we walked in,” I stretched up on my toes to kiss him. “Now I get to pick out furniture and decorate the house and pick paint colors….”

“We need to buy it first,” he said breaking away from my clasp. “I’m going to call our real estate agent to see how soon we can finalize the sale.”

I looked through all of the pictures of it again with Caeleigh and started picking out colors for the rooms and any other changes that would need to be made before we moved in.

That night we went out to dinner with his family to celebrate. Caeleigh stayed home with the twins because she was tired.

“This is a big move for you guys,” his mom said. “Buying a house is long term, you think you’ll stay in San Jose that long?”

Brandon shrugged, “I think I have what they’re looking for, so hopefully they will want to keep me for a while.”

“You don’t want to get traded again, now that you have two kids,” Mark teased him.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point, Mark,” he replied sarcastically.

“Have you looked at schools?” Chloe, who was sitting next me, asked.

She and I got into a conversation about schools and the neighborhood, which her mom joined, while the guys talked about hockey (of course).

After all the wine was gone (which I did not drink) the conversation turned to the upcoming wedding. There is apparently a Sutter wedding every summer.

“I don’t think there’s anyone getting married next summer, someone will have to get engaged soon,” his mom said, and glanced at Brandon.

“I’m just saying, so the pattern doesn’t break,” she explained after receiving death glares from Brandon and his sister.

I just sat there nervously playing with my hair.

“We should get going, Caeleigh’s probably tired,” I said looking up at Brandon.

“Yeah, it’s kind of late,” he replied. We said goodbye, and didn’t talk about his mom’s comment as we drove home.

Caeleigh was asleep on the couch with Teddy in her arms when we got home. It was really cute. We put them both to bed, and then we went to bed, though I couldn’t sleep. This was the second time someone had mentioned the fact that Brandon and I were not married. I’m okay with it, and I’m pretty sure he is too, but I don’t want him to think he has to do something he doesn’t want to just because other people think we should be married.

“Brandon,” I whispered and shook him a bit. “Are you awake?”

“What?” He opened one eye and looked at me. I could tell he wasn’t really awake.

“We don’t have to get married; I’m okay with what we are right now, whatever that is,” I whispered, and I think he might have smiled a bit.

“Okay,” he laughed and rolled over to go back to sleep.

Now I have to get ready to go to my first Sutter wedding, should be fun!

Sincerely,

Emme

P.S.: I just realized it’s Sid’s birthday today.

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August 10, 2014

Dear Diary,

I literally lost track of the number of times people asked Brandon and I when we were getting married. Maybe brining the twins to the reception was not a good idea, but everyone wanted to see them.

Caeleigh had watched them for us during the wedding (which was beautiful, btw) and then brought them down to the reception after. They were in cute ‘fancy’ baby clothes that Caeleigh had gotten for them.

His entire family came over to see them one at a time, and at some point they all said “when are you two getting married?” (But they said it in a polite Canadian kind of way).

Brandon was very polite about it, and at first so was I, but after a while I got annoyed and had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes.

I was actually relieved when his uncle Daryl started talking hockey with Brandon, because that had nothing to do with us being married.

His mother asked if we wanted her to watch the twins for a while and I gladly accepted. I don’t think I could have handled another “when are you getting married” question.

I pulled Brandon onto the dance floor just as a slow song came on. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head on his chest.

“You’re so short,” he said as he lowered his head so his chin was resting on top of my head.

“No, I’m just the right height,” I replied looking up at him with a smirk.

“I think this is the first time we’ve ever danced together,” he said after a while.

I smiled and looked back up at him, “We’re kind of doing things backwards, aren’t we?”

He laughed, “yeah, maybe we should get divorced before we get married.”

“If one of your relatives asks me about getting married one more time I’m going to tell them that,” I joked.

I looked up into his eyes and smiled. He leaned down and kissed me and I made a mental note that three inch heals was not high enough.

It was romantic, and sweet, and we heard a couple of ‘aww’s’ but it was interrupted by his brother.

“You guy’s going to get married?” He teased, and I could tell he’d been drinking.

“Mark I’m going to kick you in the knees, shut up,” I glared at him.

“No, he doesn’t want you, you little slut,” he said quietly enough that no one else would hear him.

“Mark, come one, you’ve obviously had a lot to drink,” Brandon grabbed his arm and led him outside. I followed, just to make sure they weren’t going to fight or anything.

“What, you’re just going to ignore the fact that she slept with half of the Penguins and your own brother?” Mark stumbled as he tried to make his point.

“Let’s not do this here, okay?” Brandon tried to get him to calm down, but Mark brushed him off.

“No, I don’t understand how you can stay with her. You’re raising Eric Staal’s bastard child as your own to protect her, but why? She’s a whore; do you know how easy it was to get her to sleep with me?”

I could tell Brandon wasn’t going to hit him (because he is sensible, unlike me) and I had had it with Mark’s drunk rambling.

I took off my shoe and threw it at him. (I know, it’s lame). I was only a couple of yards away from him so I managed to hit him in the arm, though I’m surprised I hit him at all.

I think this startled him, and Brandon, because he stopped in the middle of his next insult and stared at me.

It was quiet for a few seconds before he and Brandon just laughed.

“Oh my God Emme, that was hilarious,” Mark said as I stormed over to pick up my shoe. I gave him one more good whack with my shoe before I put it on.

“How are you not more mad at him?” I said as Brandon wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Mark gets like this when he’s been drinking too much,” he said to me before turning back to his brother. “And I think maybe it’s time for you to go home?”

Mark nodded and left us alone.

“That was actually kind of hot,” he said pulling me closer. “What do you say we get out of here, while Caeleigh’s still watching the twins?”

“You think that was hot?” I laughed as he led me toward the car with his arm still around my shoulders.

“Yeah, seeing you all feisty like that,” he slowly slid his hand down my back until it was resting on my butt, “Kind of reminds me of that time you punched Caeleigh.”

“Wait, you thought it was hot when I punched her?”

“Yeah, I mean it happened so fast I didn’t have time to think about it at the time, but I kept replaying it in my head. That image got me through some hard times,” he said with a grin.

“I don’t want to know what that means,” I said and pushed him into the car.

That night we had the kind of rough, aggressive, sex we used to back in Pittsburgh when I’d visit my cat and end up in bed with him.

It kind of made me feel young again. Not that I’m old, I’ll be 24 in November.


Sincerely,

Emme

Notes

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