Waiting for Superman

We decided on an August wedding, before Patrick's season started. That only gave us two months to plan.

A few weeks after we got back from Buffalo, Patrick's sisters came to visit and look at dresses.
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"Oh my God Kylie" Erica said, "It's gorgeous."

"I think this is it." I said smoothing my hands over the dress.

"I love it." Jessica said.

"So," the dress attendant said, "Is this the dress?"

Kara, Jessica, Jacqueline, and Erica stared directly at me.

I turned around from the mirror, and said "yes"

The girls screamed and squealed, and stood up for a group hug. "Its perfect" Kara said.

Next were bridesmaids dressed. The six of us walked from the bridal part of the store to the formal gowns section.

"Our color is light blush pink." I told the dress attendant.

A few minutes later all the girl came out in a short, chiffon, wrapped top light blush dress.

"I love it!" Jessica said, everyone seemed to agree.
"Well that was easy enough" I said. "You all look beautiful."

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It was 2 weeks until the wedding. The dresses were ordered, the invitations sent, and everything had been booked.

Patrick's sisters had gone back to Buffalo for the weekend, but would be back toward the middle of next week to finish up last minute things. Andrea would come in next weekend, for the bachelorette party.

Things had gotten crazy the past few weeks and Patrick and I were looking forward to finally having some alone time together.

"Okay we'll see you next Thursday." Erica said hugging me.

"Yeah, yeah okay okay" Patrick said practically pushing his sisters and their bags out the door.
He immediately pulled me into a hug and a hard kiss, his tongue moving in and around my mouth.
"GOODBYE PATRICK," Jacqueline yelled from the hallway.
"yup, whatever." he said, breaking the kiss only for a brief moment.

"Hi," he said pulling back.

"Hello," I said pulling him back into the kiss.

He began tugging at my blouse and the kissing became even stronger, and closer.
"Well, I've missed this all week," he said
I laughed and kissed him harder. Suddenly there was a violent knock at the door. Patrick groaned and turned around to answer it.

"Kanerrrr!" what seemed like the entire Blackhawks team, and their wives piled into the apartment, with loads of alcohol.

"Why is God punishing me?" Patrick said looking up.

"You know we do this every time someone's about to get married." Sharpy said slapping him on the back.

Every time a teammate, or a member of the organization got engaged it was tradition to "surprise them" with a party at their house and show up with beer, and what looked like every form of alcohol know to man.

I was honestly used to it by now, it seemed like the guys did this every other weekend. But right now, Patrick and I had been surrounded by his family for almost two full weeks and we were looking forward to getting back into our 'normal' alone time for a few days.

But as part of the Blackhawks family, we had agreed to surprises/

The surprise was kind of nice, in a way. It was good to be around friends.

"To Patrick and Kylie." Sharpy said raising his cup. "Welcome to the club."

Around 2 am, everyone had finally cleared out of our apartment. Patrick and I were too exhausted to even think about cleaning up, or anything else. We poured ourselves into bed not wanting to think about the mess in our apartment.

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The next morning Patrick and I woke up knowing we had to get to work cleaning. "But I don't wanna," Patrick whined pulling me back into bed. "Me neither," I laughed.
"I have a better idea," he said leaning into me. "I'll bet you do" I said leaning in, before quickly pulling away. "Come on" I said pulling him out of bed. "Tease." He said picking me up from behind.
I laughed as he carried me by my waist into the hallway, my laughter quickly stopped when we both saw our apartment.
"Oh, my God." I said out loud.
"What the hell?" Patrick said.
Our apartment was completely trashed. There were red cups, and beer cans covering the floor. The couches were tipped over, and thrown all over the living room. There was toilet paper strung all over the kitchen and living room, to top it all of someone had written "Home of future Mr. and Mrs. Kane" On the floor length living room window, in bright orange spray paint and now the entire city of Chicago knew which apartment we lived in.

I went into the kitchen to get a garbage bag, Patrick went to move the couches and noticed we had a voice mail message on the phone. He pressed play, "Hi Patrick its mom, Just wanted to remind you that your aunt and I's flight lands at 12, we'll be in terminal 34, We cant wait to see you both!"

We both froze at the message, we stared at each other for a moment.

I looked at the clock,11:03, and then back at Patrick wide eyed.

I frantically started picking up beer cans.

Patrick pushed the couches back, and the noise was deafening.

"Shit!" He yelled.

"HOW DID WE FORGET THEY WERE COMING?!" I yelled running down the hallway to pick up even more beer cans.

"I thought they meant next week!" Patrick yelled trying to scrub the paint off the window.

"I haven't cleaned the guest room from your sisters yet!" I yelled running to grab extra sheets from the closet.

"It doesn't matter!" He yelled, putting Charlie in his cage. "Just, make the bed! I'll get the rid of the trash bags!" he said throwing 3 bags of beer cans in the coat closet.

I opened the guest room door and immediately shut it. My eyes were wide and Patrick looked at me confused. Minutes later ,Brandon Saad floated out of the guest room buttoning up his shirt, "Sup Kaner" he said walking out the front door. Kara wasn't far behind. She said nothing but walked out the front door, heels in hand, and a look of guilt on her face.

Patrick and I looked at each other stunned but there was no time, it was almost 11:30 and Patrick had to pick up his aunt and mom soon. I peeled back the, sheets, disgusted knowing what had happened in them last night. I quickly threw new sheets on, and swept the floor

"Kylie!" Patrick yelled from the kitchen. "What?!" I said running back to the kitchen throwing the old sheets in the trash.
There was Patrick standing over a huge pile of what looked like vomit in the kitchen. I gagged at the sight of it.

We wiped it up with paper towels and went over the floor with a swifter.

"Oh, shit!" he said looking at the time 11:52

"Go, go,go" I said "I'll finish"

"Are you sure?" he said,

"yes! go!" I said looking up from scrubbing beer stain off the floor.

He bent down and kissed me before running out the door. "Ill be back soon!" he yelled.

I finished scrubbing off the stain and ran into the bedroom to change, I almost died when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My blonde ponytail was pulled up to the side, the only thing holding back a bunch of crazy fly aways was the black lulu lemon I had on. My navy tank top had stains of all different colors splattered across it and my cropped leggings were splattered with bleach and cleaning products.


I pulled on a pair of dark,belted, skinny jeans, and a white v neck t shirt. I brushed my hair and loosely french braided it. I quickly applied my normal makeup,and ran back out to the living room to quickly vacuum the floor. I wiped the kitchen counters quickly and had just finished jamming the last bag of beer cans into the closet when Patrick slowly opened the door. Patrick smiled at me as he came into the apartment holding his mother and aunts bags.

"Its so nice to see again Mrs. Kane!."

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