The sitter

*Mel's POV*
For the first time in 2 days, I didn't wake up to Jaxon screaming. I woke up because light was streaming through the blinds. Apparently, Patrick woke up because of the same reason, because he sat up abruptly, forgetting that I was completely on his muscular chest for support. I fell off the couch, causing Patrick to trip over me, hitting the coffee table with a thud loud enough to wake up Jaxon.

"Shit!" I said, standing up, beginning to go to the nursery, but Patrick beat me to it. He came out of the room a few seconds later, holding Jaxon like a football.

"You looked a little preoccupied." Patrick said, handing me the baby
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"I need to teach you how to hold a baby," I retorted, patting Jaxon's head.. "Besides, I wouldn't have fallen if you wouldn't have gotten up like you were running from the cops."

"Yeah, well usually when I wake up in a girl's place the morning after, I like to hit the trail right away." Patrick said, scratching his neck. I didn't reply, because I didn't know how. What would I say, "Hey, I don't have that problem because I haven't dated or stayed the night with anybody for almost a year!" Not exactly a pick up line.

Patrick broke the silence by asking for the time.

"Oh, it's, um," I scrambled, looking around for a clock. I wedged my phone out of a couch cushion, and replied, "11:07"

"Shit!" Patrick yelled, spooking Jaxon. "I have practice in an hour!"

"Well then go." I didn't understand what the fuss was, but I knew that I didn't want him to go.

"Well," Patrick began. "Will you be here when I come back?" Suddenly I understood. Patrick didn't want to go either, or rather leave.

"Patrick, it's not like i'm going to go out clubbing." We both laughed at my reply.

"Well, you could come and watch me," I thought he was joking, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. "Or no, like if you actually can't go around with him. I'll only be gone for like, two hours, I'll come back, if you want."

"No," I replied. "I should go out. I need to get diapers for him and food for me. Besides, I've literally been in this apartment for 2 straight days. I need to get out. And I haven't seen a hockey practice since like, 2008. Unless if you don't want me to go."

Patrick smiled. "Yeah, I could drive you right now, and then after we could go shopping." I noticed how he said we, and I liked it.

"What time is your practice?" I pondered.

"Noon." Patrick replied.

"That's like 45 minutes," I said, standing up. "How far away is the rink?"

"Like 15 minutes, depends on traffic." Patrick said, pulling on his shoes.

"We need to put the car seat in your car!" I said, pulling on a pair of combat boots. "Hold Jaxon, I'll be right back. Keep his head up!" I yelled, handing Jaxon off and running to the guest room. I pulled on a hoodie, and quickly packed a diaper bag. I ran back out, past Patrick, digging in the closet to find the car seat. I pulled it out, and Patrick handed Jaxon off to me, even holding the door open. We took the elevator down to the car garage, full of expensive cars of the residents of Trump Towers.

We took Patrick's car, and got to the rink faster than expected. He showed me to where I would be sitting for the next hour or two, a row of seats near glass level. I sat down, shoving Jaxon's carrier in a plush leather seat next to me, brought out my phone, and played flappy bird until the practice started.
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Watching the practice was fun. They did drills that looked easy, but I knew that they were pros, so I assumed that they were actually hard. Some of the boys pointed at me, and even flicked pucks at the glass, but Jaxon cried, so they stopped. After that, Jaxon napped, even though he just woke up. They rough-housed with Patrick, probably giving him shit about having a girl watching him, but after getting chewed put by their coach, they all paid attention and ended their practice with a shootout, which Patrick won.

I decided to not wait outside of the locker room. I didn't want the boys to harass me, or to think that Jaxon was Patrick's and I was the mother. That would be to awkward, especially after all the awkwardness that is our "relationship".

I thought about us, or whatever we could say Patrick and I were. We had only known each other for a few hours, but it seemed like a lot longer. Clearly, Jaxon liked him, because he was always sleeping when Patrick was around, which was a nice break for me. I just felt so comfortable around him. Maybe it was his eyes. They were like looking into a pool. They were something I could never, would never, get tired of. Or maybe his dimples, scratch that, his dimples and his smile. He was always laughing, or smiling, or smirking, and it made me always want to laugh, or smile, or smirk. I couldn't imagine him mad, or sad. Even when he fell asleep last night, his lips were curved up, and for some reason, I wanted it to be because of me.

I think that I liked being around him because he was just such a boy, or maybe a man. From his big muscles, his morning wood (which, even after one night, I had seen, or more so felt), to his smell, or to the way he carried Jaxon. I felt safe around him. Like having a personal bodyguard, or like my blankie that I dragged around until the age of two.
After the practice ended, I walked outside and waited by Patrick's hummer, gently rocking Jaxon so he stayed asleep. I noticed somebody out of the corner, and I began to say Patrick's name, but it wasn't him.
"Hey, I'm Jon."

Notes

A lil short one, i guess