Don't Let Go
Butterflies
We were back at Pat’s apartment about an hour later. Butterflies were still in my stomach from when he told me he loved me. I sat down on the couch and stared at the ring that was on my left hand. More butterflies were in my stomach, thinking about being Mrs. Patrick Kane. It was an amazing feeling.
***
The next day was the first day of training camp, and even though Pat said it wasn’t that important I insisted on being there. I grabbed my purse and slipped in a book and my IPod just in case it was as boring as Pat said it would be. I slipped on a Patrick Kane shirt that was too small for Pat and a little big for me, my necklace, and a pair of dark jeans that still fit.
We got to Johnny’s Ice house around noon, and we were one of the first ones there. I followed him in and he ushered me to the seats where he’d be able to see me at all times. Pat left and got dressed and I pulled out my IPod and played stupid mindless apps that can entertain anyone.
I waited for about 10 minutes in the rink by myself until Pat came out of the locker room and skated onto the ice with 5 pucks and his stick. I pulled my IPod headphones out of my ears and just watched him take slap shots at the wide open net. I decided to take the opportunity of us being alone.
“HEY KANE!” his head shot up to the stands where I was sitting, “YOU SUCK!” I screamed just like in the movie Rookie of the Year. He smiled and waved for me to come down to the ice. I did so grabbing my purse and the rest of my belongings and walked down the stairs holding the railing being careful not to fall but trying to go as fast as possible.
He skated over to where I was standing, “You know I meant all the way onto the ice right?” He skated over to the bench and grabbed something and skated back over. He smiled and showed me my own pair of skates that I’ve had forever. “Where’d you find those?” I said with a giggle. “I found them that night when I took you and Erica upstairs.”
I found my way down to the ice and I sat on the ledge of the home side’s bench, just like the first time I played with him and his friends. He slid off my shoes and just like a Cinderella story he slid my skates on for a perfect fit. He brought me down off the ledge and we skated around hand in hand. Then suddenly it was pitch black, and all I felt was his hand around my waist and my hand in his other.
Then a spotlight came down directly on top of us, “Pat, is there actually training camp today?” I asked considering something was up. He rolled his eyes, “Maybe, maybe not.” He said with a smirk. He skated away into the darkness and left me alone, and in an instant Owl City’s Vanilla Twilight (my favorite song) came on the loud speakers. ‘He remembered,’ I whispered to myself.
He snuck up from behind me with a bouquet of red roses and daisies. “Patrick, this is so sweet. You remembered all of what we talked about during summer, my favorite song, and my favorite flowers, why do you have to be so perfect?” He shrugged and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We were in the middle of the kiss and I heard cheers coming from the benches, at least I thought it was the benches it was still pitch black.
“Way to Go Kaner!” He rolled his eyes, “Way to ruin the moment Dad!” He screamed, and my cheeks became a deep crimson. Then suddenly there were more and more voices and yet again I was alone in the spotlight. “Thanks Bur, thanks so much.” I heard Pat say as I crossed my arms over my small baby bump.
They all, as in Patrick, Pat, Adam, Kris, and Jon skated over to my spotlight. “Hey Bridge, did I interrupt something?” Adam said giving me a hug. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “So he decided to pull a Happy Gilmore move.” Captain serious said Toews-ing Pat. Sooner or later I had gotten a hug from everyone, which included all the rest of the guys who decided to show up.
A half an hour later the lights slowly turned on and Coach Quenville came down to the ice. “Nice to see you Bridget, congratulations but we need to start training camp.” I nodded and went back up to my seat and watched my star skate around the ice squeezing checks and scoring. My favorite part was at the end when they had a shootout, and the last one who scores has to pick up all the gloves. Andrew Ladd scored, “Suck it boys! Suck it!” Sooner or later it was just Sopel and Kane. I guess Huet wasn’t ready because Sopel shot it right from the blue line and scored! ‘Aw my poor baby,’ I said to myself as I watched Pat pick up all of his teammates gloves.
It took about 20 minutes for him to pick up the gloves and get changed. And he came out with his blonde curls flattened in the shape of his helmet. I giggled, “What?” he stated, “Oh, nothing,” I brushed my fingers through his hair, “It’s just that you have helmet hair.” I laughed again this time a smile came to his face. “Alright, you ready?” I nodded, “Well lets go.”
**
The next day I ended getting a call from a random number. I picked it up seeing that it could be someone I know just maybe calling from a different number, “Hello?” I said in my bubbly voice (I have a bubbly voice, and a monotone voice). No answer.
“Helllloooo?” I said again this time getting slightly less cheery.
“Hi Bridget.” The man’s voice seemed familiar but it sent chills down my spine when he said my name.
“Um, who is this?” I questioned the man.
“You definitely know who this is Bridge, I was with you from sophomore year to a couple months ago?”
“Eric? What the—How’d you get my number?” The volume in my voice got louder.
“I have ways Bridge, now let’s cut the crap, we both know that we’re in love with each other and that my thing with Ashley was a-a-an accident or a fluke—,”
I interrupted him, “Eric just shut up right now, we both know that the reason I did dump you a few months ago was because of the Ashley thing and that ever since sophomore year you’ve been sleeping around with her, when will you ever get it that we will NEVER be together again?!” I hung up on him.
I took a couple deep breaths. ‘It’s okay,’ I told my unborn baby, ‘He’s never going to get to you, ever.’
Times like these I try to block and keep out of my memory. So I find something that I love, and at this time I have a someone that I love, “PAT!” He ran out of his room, “What is something wrong with the baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness, “No, nothing’s wrong, I just want to spend some time with you, wanna go see a movie?” He smirked, “What did you have in mind?” “Wwwweelllll, there is that Dear John movie that I wanted to see.” He nodded, “Yeah sure, why not, just let me get dressed.”
We went and saw the movie and I cried and stained Pat’s shirt with tears, I am such a hopeless romantic. But little Kate added to that, so she cried with me, when we got home I let Pat pick another movie for us to watch, just cause Dear John was such a chick flick. We ended up watching another Adam Sandler movie, but it wasn’t Happy Gilmore, it was Billy Madison. I laughed the entire way through it. I ended up falling asleep in his arms with a Blackhawks blanket covering everything except my face and my toes.
“The last thing I heard from him was a faint whisper, “Goodnight Bridget, I love you.” But he didn’t stop there, I felt the blanket being lifted up and then my over sized t-shirt, he kissed my swollen stomach, “Goodnight little girl, I love you too forever and always.”
***
The next day was the first day of training camp, and even though Pat said it wasn’t that important I insisted on being there. I grabbed my purse and slipped in a book and my IPod just in case it was as boring as Pat said it would be. I slipped on a Patrick Kane shirt that was too small for Pat and a little big for me, my necklace, and a pair of dark jeans that still fit.
We got to Johnny’s Ice house around noon, and we were one of the first ones there. I followed him in and he ushered me to the seats where he’d be able to see me at all times. Pat left and got dressed and I pulled out my IPod and played stupid mindless apps that can entertain anyone.
I waited for about 10 minutes in the rink by myself until Pat came out of the locker room and skated onto the ice with 5 pucks and his stick. I pulled my IPod headphones out of my ears and just watched him take slap shots at the wide open net. I decided to take the opportunity of us being alone.
“HEY KANE!” his head shot up to the stands where I was sitting, “YOU SUCK!” I screamed just like in the movie Rookie of the Year. He smiled and waved for me to come down to the ice. I did so grabbing my purse and the rest of my belongings and walked down the stairs holding the railing being careful not to fall but trying to go as fast as possible.
He skated over to where I was standing, “You know I meant all the way onto the ice right?” He skated over to the bench and grabbed something and skated back over. He smiled and showed me my own pair of skates that I’ve had forever. “Where’d you find those?” I said with a giggle. “I found them that night when I took you and Erica upstairs.”
I found my way down to the ice and I sat on the ledge of the home side’s bench, just like the first time I played with him and his friends. He slid off my shoes and just like a Cinderella story he slid my skates on for a perfect fit. He brought me down off the ledge and we skated around hand in hand. Then suddenly it was pitch black, and all I felt was his hand around my waist and my hand in his other.
Then a spotlight came down directly on top of us, “Pat, is there actually training camp today?” I asked considering something was up. He rolled his eyes, “Maybe, maybe not.” He said with a smirk. He skated away into the darkness and left me alone, and in an instant Owl City’s Vanilla Twilight (my favorite song) came on the loud speakers. ‘He remembered,’ I whispered to myself.
He snuck up from behind me with a bouquet of red roses and daisies. “Patrick, this is so sweet. You remembered all of what we talked about during summer, my favorite song, and my favorite flowers, why do you have to be so perfect?” He shrugged and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. We were in the middle of the kiss and I heard cheers coming from the benches, at least I thought it was the benches it was still pitch black.
“Way to Go Kaner!” He rolled his eyes, “Way to ruin the moment Dad!” He screamed, and my cheeks became a deep crimson. Then suddenly there were more and more voices and yet again I was alone in the spotlight. “Thanks Bur, thanks so much.” I heard Pat say as I crossed my arms over my small baby bump.
They all, as in Patrick, Pat, Adam, Kris, and Jon skated over to my spotlight. “Hey Bridge, did I interrupt something?” Adam said giving me a hug. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “So he decided to pull a Happy Gilmore move.” Captain serious said Toews-ing Pat. Sooner or later I had gotten a hug from everyone, which included all the rest of the guys who decided to show up.
A half an hour later the lights slowly turned on and Coach Quenville came down to the ice. “Nice to see you Bridget, congratulations but we need to start training camp.” I nodded and went back up to my seat and watched my star skate around the ice squeezing checks and scoring. My favorite part was at the end when they had a shootout, and the last one who scores has to pick up all the gloves. Andrew Ladd scored, “Suck it boys! Suck it!” Sooner or later it was just Sopel and Kane. I guess Huet wasn’t ready because Sopel shot it right from the blue line and scored! ‘Aw my poor baby,’ I said to myself as I watched Pat pick up all of his teammates gloves.
It took about 20 minutes for him to pick up the gloves and get changed. And he came out with his blonde curls flattened in the shape of his helmet. I giggled, “What?” he stated, “Oh, nothing,” I brushed my fingers through his hair, “It’s just that you have helmet hair.” I laughed again this time a smile came to his face. “Alright, you ready?” I nodded, “Well lets go.”
**
The next day I ended getting a call from a random number. I picked it up seeing that it could be someone I know just maybe calling from a different number, “Hello?” I said in my bubbly voice (I have a bubbly voice, and a monotone voice). No answer.
“Helllloooo?” I said again this time getting slightly less cheery.
“Hi Bridget.” The man’s voice seemed familiar but it sent chills down my spine when he said my name.
“Um, who is this?” I questioned the man.
“You definitely know who this is Bridge, I was with you from sophomore year to a couple months ago?”
“Eric? What the—How’d you get my number?” The volume in my voice got louder.
“I have ways Bridge, now let’s cut the crap, we both know that we’re in love with each other and that my thing with Ashley was a-a-an accident or a fluke—,”
I interrupted him, “Eric just shut up right now, we both know that the reason I did dump you a few months ago was because of the Ashley thing and that ever since sophomore year you’ve been sleeping around with her, when will you ever get it that we will NEVER be together again?!” I hung up on him.
I took a couple deep breaths. ‘It’s okay,’ I told my unborn baby, ‘He’s never going to get to you, ever.’
Times like these I try to block and keep out of my memory. So I find something that I love, and at this time I have a someone that I love, “PAT!” He ran out of his room, “What is something wrong with the baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness, “No, nothing’s wrong, I just want to spend some time with you, wanna go see a movie?” He smirked, “What did you have in mind?” “Wwwweelllll, there is that Dear John movie that I wanted to see.” He nodded, “Yeah sure, why not, just let me get dressed.”
We went and saw the movie and I cried and stained Pat’s shirt with tears, I am such a hopeless romantic. But little Kate added to that, so she cried with me, when we got home I let Pat pick another movie for us to watch, just cause Dear John was such a chick flick. We ended up watching another Adam Sandler movie, but it wasn’t Happy Gilmore, it was Billy Madison. I laughed the entire way through it. I ended up falling asleep in his arms with a Blackhawks blanket covering everything except my face and my toes.
“The last thing I heard from him was a faint whisper, “Goodnight Bridget, I love you.” But he didn’t stop there, I felt the blanket being lifted up and then my over sized t-shirt, he kissed my swollen stomach, “Goodnight little girl, I love you too forever and always.”
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7/16/14