Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

April 11, 2014

Dear Diary,

After what happened last week when I tried to find out how Mario knew about what happened between Beau and I, I was reluctant to continue looking into it.

However, I kept feeling like there was something obvious I was missing.

I talked things over with Brandon again. I couldn’t talk to Sid about this, so I figured he could help me.

“Are you sure you never told anyone? Even in a drunken text or something?” I asked him.

“No, I promise. And I know it looks I did, but if I had wanted to break you and Sid up I would have told him. Actually, there’s a lot I could have told him.”

I sighed, “I know you wouldn’t do that. I’m just worried, because the only other person that knows is my friend Carli. And I don’t want to think that she could have told anyone.”

He shrugged, “I don’t know what to say.”

“I should probably call her.” I said goodbye to my cat and drove back to Sid’s, still thinking about Carli. Why would she tell anyone? She’s like my best friend.

I reluctantly called her once I got home.

Confronting her was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I really didn’t want to believe she could do something like that.

“I’m so sorry,” she said through tears, “but I needed the money. I have so many student loans and I lost my job.”

“So you sold my secrets for money?” I was shocked, but I tried not to get mad at her.

“I know, it’s very wrong, and I feel horrible. But I was so desperate for money, and someone called me asking if I knew anything about you. I’m sorry, I should have told them I didn’t know you,” she explained, still crying.

“Someone contacted you?” (WTF?!)

“Yeah, they called me right after Christmas, and asked if I had any dirt on you, and I said no and hung up. But then they called a week later and offered me $15,000, and I really needed the money. I didn’t want to, but she was so persuasive, and you had just told me about what you did to Beau and everything with Brandon. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it would cost you your job.”

“Wait, how much did you tell her?” She didn’t say anything about Brandon, did she?

“Um, everything. About you and Brandon, and Beau, and the episode with Neal on your birthday. I am so sorry,” she started crying again.

OH. MY. GOD!!!!

“So you told a stranger that I was cheating on Sid with Brandon, that I had practically raped Beau, and that we had a threesome with James Neal!! Carli!!!” I was furious.

“I’m sorry!” She continued to sob.

“If any of this gets out, I will hurt you. You told her all of that for $15,000?” I was yelling at her, not caring that Sid might be home. “If you really needed money why didn’t you ask me? I’m sure Sid would have helped you.”

“I think she said her name was Lisa if that helps, Lisa something. It began with an ‘R’, I think.” She paused. “I think it might have been Rooke.”

“If that’s even her real name. Has she contacted you again?”

“No, not since I told her everything. And if she does, I won’t tell her anything, I promise.”

“This is not over,” I said and hung up.

Wicked mad. How could she do that? And how did this Lisa even find her?

I decided to google her name, it couldn’t hurt. I didn’t find anything helpful. That’s probably not her real name.

How could Carli do this? This could really screw things up for me if she decided to spread more ‘rumors’ about me.

At least Sid hasn’t heard anything yet.

When he came home I made him dinner and talked him into staying home and watching a movie with me. I figured I should try to spend as much time with him before anything else Carli said got leaked and ruined everything I have with him.

Though it’s been a couple of months and nothing else has come out, as far as I know. At least she hasn’t gone to the press. Yet.

-

I tried to push that from my mind of the next few days. I didn’t need the extra stress, not in my condition.

However, the less I thought of that, something else started bothering me.

“Sid,” I asked him as we were eating breakfast together. “Do you know anything about Sutter getting traded?”

He looked surprised, I don’t normally ask him about hockey.

“Umm, I don’t know if he’s getting traded, but his contract with the Pens will be up at the end of the season. I don’t know if they will renew it or not, but if they don’t he will be a free agent and he could go to another team. Why do you want to know?”

“He mentioned it the other day when I was visiting Pancake, and I was worried that if he left Pancake wouldn’t have a home.”

Sid smiled, “Oh, right. We’ll find a home for her if that happens.”

“And what about this summer?”

“We’ll figure something out,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “I’m going out with Geno after practice, he wants me to help him buy some clothes or something.”

“Okay,” I smiled at him as he left. Geno needed Sid’s help buying clothes? That’s strange.

Maybe that’s his way of saying they’re doing ‘guy things’ whatever that is.

I love spring time! The flowers in Sid’s gardens are starting to come out, so I have been doing a lot of my reading out there. I’m happy Sid talked me into taking more classes this semester; I would be so bored without school.

Ugh, I have so many papers to write.

Sincerely,

Emme
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April 16, 2014

Dear Diary,

It turns out Lisa Rooke is Marie’s full name. Lisa-Marie Rooke.

Brandon flipped out when I asked him about her, and he said he would talk to her. I really hope he can make her shut up, because I can’t screw things up with Sid.

Not anymore.

-


Our date night was really romantic. Sid found a nice restaurant that had a secluded balcony table so we could be alone. There were candles, and roses, and the food was fantastic. Ever since getting pregnant, or at least realizing I was, I had gotten really into food and trying new things. Like mushrooms: I had never been a fan before, but now I want them in everything. I think Sid had that in mind when picking the restaurant because they had mushroom bisque and mushroom ravioli that came with a side salad that had (yup) more mushrooms. My dessert did not have mushrooms, that would be gross. It was a delicious piece of chocolate caramel cheesecake garnished with strawberries.

Although I had dressed warmly (Sid warned me we would be outside) I was starting to get cold. Sid started to give me his jacket when a small black box fell out of his jacket pocket and landed on the ground in between us, in plain view.

We both froze. I had been trying to ignore what Caeleigh said about our ‘special’ date night, but this only confirmed her suspicions.

After a second he reached forward and ‘casually’ picked it up, tried to put it in the pocket of his pants but failed, so he set it on the table, and then continued to give me his jacket.

“I’m sorry you saw that,” he said sitting down again, and trying to find a better hiding spot for the box. “I was going to, um. After we-”

“Sid.” I cut him off and reached across the table to hold his hand. I looked into his eyes, “Caeleigh told me that she thought you might try to, um, to do that, so I’ve had a few days to think about it. At first I told her that I didn’t want to be the type of person who got married just because I was pregnant. But as I thought about it, I realized that I have so many more reasons to than just that. Like the fact that I love you more than anything, or that I get to wake up in your arms each morning, or that I still melt when you smile-” he smiled that cute, adorable, crooked smile, “-yeah, that one. I have so many reasons to want to spend the rest of my life with you, and the fact that we are about to have two beautiful children only makes it better.”

He looked at me, surprised and happy, for a moment before clearing his throat. “Wow, that is much better than what I had planned. I was so nervous that you would say no, and now I don’t even have to ask.”

“What can I say, I’m reversing gender stereotypes,” we continued to stare into each other eyes, smiling and holding hands.

“So can I see it?” I asked after a pause.

“See what?”

“The ring.”

“Oh, right,” he laughed as he took it out of the box. His hands were shaking a bit as he put it on my left ring finger. It was a beautiful ring with one big diamond set on a gold band. It wasn’t too big that I would knock it into things; it was perfect.

The rest of the night was amazing. By the time we got home I was exhausted and we went straight to bed.

-

The next morning Sid insisted I come to Consol with him. He said it was so I could help coach the ice girls, but I think he wanted me there when he told the guys.

I ran into Caeleigh as we were walking from the parking garage. She screamed so loud when I showed her my ring it sounded like someone was being murdered.

“Shh, Caeleigh, someone’s going to call the police,” I said putting my hand over her mouth.

“Oh my God! You have to tell me all the details!” She said linking arms with me.

I recounted everything, including Sid accidently dropping the box right in front of me, as we walked to the locker room.

When we got there a couple of guys were waiting to hear the verdict. I guess Sid had talked to Flower and Kuni and a few others about it.

“Is this the next Mrs. Crosby?” Flower asked unable to contain his excitement as I held out my hand to show off my ring (not that any of the guys cared about the ring).

Geno walked over to Caeleigh and kissed her, “You like her ring, yes?”

“Um, yes, why?” She responded apprehensively.

“I helped him pick it out,” he replied smiling, “Maybe I get you one like that someday.”

“Uh, yeah, maybe,” she replied awkwardly.

The rest of the ice girls were really jealous. They kept trying to ask me questions about when the wedding was, and if they could be bridesmaids.

“I’m having twins in two months, I can’t think about planning a wedding. Go away,” I replied and sat down on the bench.

I was sending an email to my mom (telling her I had gotten engaged) when Brandon skated up to me.

“Hey,” he said leaning on the boards.

“Hey,” I said looking up.

“Congratulations, that’s a nice ring,” he smiled, but his eyes looked so sad.

“Oh thanks. Geno said he helped Sid pick it out.”

“So you’re going to be Mrs. Sidney Crosby. That’s, um, that’s exciting,” he looked down, and I could tell there was so much he wasn’t saying.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. There was never anything between us, so I shouldn’t be upset, but-”

“I should have told you. That was really insensitive of me to just walk into the locker room and show off my ring without even warning you or something.”

He nodded, “all of the guys were talking about it this morning. They even had bets on whether you would say yes or not. It was hard.”

“And what about you? Did you think I would say yes?”

“I knew you would, but I was sort of hoping you’d turn him down. That’s really selfish of me, sorry. I just…”

“No, I understand,” I sighed and looked down at the ring. “But this is the right thing to do.”

“Yeah. I know. I’m still trying to talk to Marie. I can’t believe she would do that, after everything she put me through.”

“I know, and I’m still really mad at Carli for caving so easily.”

Sid came up next to Brandon and leaned over to kiss me.

“Hey fiancée,” he said giving me a kiss. Brandon skated away, not wanting to be around Sid and I being cute. I don’t blame him.

“So, at some point we are going to need to talk about when we’re getting married,” he said.

“I know, but not right now. I need some time to think,” I replied, smiling up at him.

“Take your time, we don’t need to make any plans immediately,” he said, giving me one last kiss before joining the rest of the guys at practice.

-

And now I need to think about getting married.


Sincerely,

Future Mrs. Crosby

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