Waiting for Superman

I walked into our apartment to find Patrick sitting on the couch watching sports center. "Hey, " he said coming over to me. Pulling me into a hug, his strong frame felt good against my short, petite body. He kissed my forehead. "I'm, sorry" he said pressing his forehead against mine.

"Patrick I don't care if you go out with your friends." I smiled back. "I just want you to call me every once in a awhile so I know you're okay."

"I know, and I will." He loosened his grip.

I went to the bedroom to change into a pear of lulu lemon yoga pants and a tank top. We decided to keep it simple and make salad for dinner. After, Patrick and I found ourselves curled up together on the couch.

"So how was work?" he asked playing with my smaller hand in his much bigger one.

"Long, and stressful." I said, shifting my view from the tv to the gaze of his big, blue eyes.

"You know whats a great stress reliever?" He said smiling.

Our eyes met and he pulled my face into his I leaned back laying flat on the couch. Just as Patrick's hand began to move north underneath my tank top, there was a loud, violent knock at the door. "Dammit." Patrick whispered. Patrick got up to get the door, I sat up the couch fixing my top, and brushing my hair out of my face.

"Kaner!" A loud, bumbling group of hockey players bursts through the door, "Please come in!" He said sarcastically staring at the group as they loaded their alcohol into the fridge. Patrick Sharp, Brent Seabrook, Jonathan Toews, Brandon Saad, and Andrew Shaw stood in the kitchen cracking open beers, and shouting "Guess who's gonna be a Dad?!" Patrick looked confused. "Seabs shot one past the goalie." Tazer said. "Congrats man, thats great." Patrick said patting him on the back.

We exchanged hello's as I joined the group in the kitchen. "Kyls, what's up," Patrick Sharp said as we exchanged our "turkey hand shake." I had always had a good relationship with Patrick's teammates they helped out a lot when I first moved to Chicago, and for the most part were all good guys.

I could tell Patrick was a little bit irritated with him teammates untimely arrival. Before Patrick's game last night he had just returned from a week long road trip and it had been a while since we had done anything.

By the time his teammates left, Patrick and I were both buzzed and exhausted and we decided to call it a night around 1 am. We may not have done anything, but I was just happy to have Patrick beside me pulled into his strong embrace, with head against his chest. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

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