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Of Icings, Halfpipes, and Pterodactyls

Chapter 13: Pregnant people know everything

“Miss?” I heard a voice trying to get my attention. I looked up from my phone and saw it was at the flight attendant. I realized people were cued up behind my seat, waiting for me to disembark the airplane. Stiffly, I got out of my seat, grabbed my purse and slowly clumped off the plane.
As I began to make my way through the airport, my fingers automatically went to contacts and called Veronique.

“Ello?” her soft voice answered the phone on the fourth ring. The background noises, presumably from the CONSOL center since she would probably still be at the game, were quite loud but it was still possible to hear her.

“Veronique, what happened to Crosby?”

“Lily?”

“Yeah. What happened to Crosby?”

“Oh Lily, he was hit in the face with a puck in the game. It didn’t look good. They took him away really quickly. He hasn’t come back out since.” Veronique’s voice was so incredibly kind despite the obvious stress.

I paused for a moment and then confessed, “I’m in Pittsburgh.”

“What? I misheard you. I thought you said something about how you were here in Pittsburgh.”

“You did,” I said, cringing to myself, “Sort of a really impromptu trip. I am at the airport about to pick up my luggage and then find the rental car.”

“Lily, what are you doing in Pittsburgh?” there was something about her tone which seemed to imply that she already knew the answer to her question.

I didn’t bother to reply, I just remained silent. Bitting my lip, I glanced around. I realized that I was getting curious glances from nearby people. These people were also slowly edging in a little too close for comfort in attempts to listen in on the conversation.

“It is a rather complicated situation,” I answered as vaguely as I could for the eavesdropping ears, “Look, we are going to have to continue this conversation later. I am just going to head straight to G’s.”

“Of course. Talk soon.”


I was unfortunately brought out of sleep when I felt the gloriously heavy blankets being pulled back and a weight shift my bed. I grumbled unintelligible sounds of protest for a moment which were replaced by giggles as I felt arms pull me close into the owner of the arm’s warm body. I deeply inhaled, enjoying the familiar smell and comfort of being held. I heard his voice and felt the vibration in his chest, but I didn’t understand a word of what he said.

“Too early for Russian,” I complained to Geno.

“Never early for Russian,” Geno retorted rubbing the top of my head and switching into English for my sake.

Geno hadn’t gotten back from the game until much later than normal. We then had proceeded to stay up well past what we should have catching up. I had planned on sleeping in later than whatever time it was currently to make up the lost hours of sleep, but this obviously was not Geno’s plan. I sighed snuggling into him, trying in a vain attempt to fall back asleep.

“No, no, wake time,” Geno said wiggling around to shake me awake. I attempted to ignore him, keeping my eyes shut.

“Too early,” I complained.

“Go hospital see Sid?” Geno asked. I snapped my eyes open; now I was awake.

“Don’t you have practice?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even as I shifted my head to look at him.

“Yes, after we go.” Geno answered logically.

I rolled out of his arms and sat up, sitting cross legged. Sitting there, I squinted trying to focus on too much, too early in the morning.

I had texted Crosby last night, just a simple text saying “I’m in Pittsburgh”. I didn’t know what else to write, plus I wasn’t sure how he would take my sudden appearance in his city. Obviously this was not what was supposed to happen. Pretty sure I am a curse to the Penguins organization; both times I have come to Pittsburgh while there have been games, both Geno and Crosby had gotten serious injured. Part of me was waiting for the organization to ban me from the city.

“Breakfast?” I asked looking over at the Russian before I could over think anymore.

He nodded enthusiastically and we both got out of the bed and headed down to the kitchen.

I held my bulging purse firmly as Geno and I walked into the hospital.

After I had made breakfast and we had both eaten, Geno shortly thereafter needed to depart for practice. Since Geno had two vehicles, we decided that I would drop off the rental car before we headed to the hospital. We planned for him to meet me at the car rental after his practice. In Geno’s absence, I took a long very hot bath, changed, and prepared for the day.

On my way to meet Geno, I spotted a department store and decided to stop in to see if there were any cute stuffed animals or get well cards. I found the perfect stuffed animal, bought it, and quickly went on my way. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait very long for Geno at the rental-ship and we headed straight to the hospital.

“Pauly and Nealsy and everyone really want to see you,” Geno said in Russian after I had asked someone at visitor’s information directions to Crosby’s room number.

“Of course.” I tried to smile up at him, feeling queasy as we entered an elevator.

The elevator had a number of people in it, and I felt grateful they were staring at Geno and not me. But Geno wasn’t paying any attention to the people in the elevator. He took a step closer to me and slid a hand around my waist giving me a slight squeeze. I leaned my head against his shoulder, appreciating the silent support. Visiting people in hospitals was not my forte; it was very difficult for me.

“What can I do?” Geno asked in Russian.

“I am okay,” I lied.

“You are a worse liar in Russian than you are in English,” he answered shaking his head.

“Really. You are doing everything,” I replied looking up at my friend giving him a half smile. The biggest benefit of him teaching me Russian was easily being able to talk to him without everyone else in this small elevator being able to know what we were saying.

We finally reached our floor and departed the elevator. Our search for Crosby’s room was slow both because of my foot and because we got turned several times. Yet eventually we finally made it to his room. Geno entered first, with me closely behind him.

I had prepared myself to see an injured Crosby in the hospital. Everything Geno had been told was that it was a 5-7 week injury and Crosby would be fine once his jaw healed up. Even filled with this information, it was still hard to see Crosby looking so vulnerable in the hospital bed. I did not get a very good chance to take in Crosby because Geno and I weren’t the only people with Crosby in the room.

There was a man I didn’t recognize sitting in a chair next to the bed that held the sleeping Crosby. The man stood up as we walked in and quickly held a finger to his lips before gesturing for us to go back out into the hall. The three of us all filed into the hall silently.

“Evgeni,” the man said giving Geno a half hug. The man was as tall as Geno, but build much broader and bigger. The middle aged man looked oddly familiar with dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin, but I was not able to place him.

“Mario,” Geno said grinning at the man, “We here late. Got lost.”

“Sidney just fell asleep,” the man said, looking at me with a curious glance, and then a lingering look, and then a slow grin crossed his face. He held out a hand, “The Lily Rivers, I presume? I’m Mario Lemieux.”

My mouth popped open as he identified himself and I felt like a total idiot for not recognizing the man. The owner of the Pittsburgh Penguins, hockey legend, friend and mentor of Geno. And well, Crosby. I think I remember Geno saying something about how Crosby lived with the Lemieuxs for a couple of years when Crosby first got to Pittsburgh. Though, I was a little surprised that Mr. Lemieux knew of me. Geno had spoken to his teammates a little about me and had shown them some silly pictures of our ridiculous adventures in Russia, however, he wasn’t one to make it a habit to talk about me very to others.

“Hi! It’s a pleasure Mr. Lemieux.” I managed without sounding like a complete idiot. Though he gave off a friendly at ease vibe, I could tell he was carefully watching me as if almost evaluating me and waiting to pass a judgement for some reason. What would this man possibly need to judge me for?

“Lily has for Sid,” Geno said gesturing at my bulging purse, bringing me out of my own thoughts. I nodded and took out the stuffed animal I had picked up earlier.

“A moose?” Mr. Lemieux seemed rather amused by the choice of stuffed animals I had brought.

“A fine animal, if not a little dangerous.” I replied smiling, trying to lighten the situation. Both Mr. Lemieux and Geno started laughing, and I felt like I had accomplished my mission.

“I am sure he’ll adore it,” Mr. Lemieux said kindly. It was an odd switch, as if I had been a potential danger or something but now wasn’t a threat.

“Can I just go put it in there?” I asked for permission looking at Mr. Lemieux. Mr. Lemieux nodded and asked something to Geno about the game last night.

I quietly hobbled back into the hospital room and found Crosby to be still asleep. I headed right over to the bedside table and placed the moose on it. The moose was facing Crosby, and it looked pretty damn cute, not manly or masculine, but I didn’t really care.

I turned away from the moose, looking back at Crosby. His mouth and jaw area was ridiculously swollen. Despite being asleep, the normal peaceful look a person had was completely absent from Crosby’s face. He looked troubled and in pain, and mostly pretty vulnerable. I didn’t feel the normal weird stomach lurches when I saw him, no, i just felt rather sick to my stomach. It was a pretty scary sight; not because it was Crosby, but because it was scary to see anyone this hurt and drugged in a hospital. ‘Keep telling yourself that’ my brain snarked at me. I shook my head.

I hurried back out of the room and back to Geno and Mr. Lemieux.


“NO!” James yelled, “How did you do that?! You are slamming your fingers on random buttons!”
Paul, Geno, Veronique, Marc, and I were all cracking up laughing. I grinned over at the annoyed looking James, shrugging my shoulders.

The group of us were at James’s house once again just hanging out. The guys had had practice earlier but we had all met at James’s afterward. Veronique had stopped by Geno’s and picked me up on her way over.

When I had gotten into her SUV, my jaw had dropped. I had thought the delicate woman couldn’t get any bigger from her pregnancy but I was seriously wrong. She looked like she was about to explode, yet, she radiated at the same time. I wasn’t sure how these two things were possible. It was so odd thinking about how this woman I had become such good friends with over the last several months with was at such a different point in her life than myself. Babies, I had shuddered in the car. It wasn’t that I disliked babies, it was just I had never been around them in my life. Though, the thought of a little alien thing growing in my stomach, sucking the life out of me sorta terrified me.

On the ride over to James’s, I started a mini inquisition on how the pregnancy was and about baby prep as to avoid any possible discussion on her thoughts as to why I was actually in Pittsburgh. We both knew it was an obvious tactic, but Veronique obliged me the entire car ride with the baby talk. When we had arrived, James’s and Geno’s cars were both parked in the driveway thus all the guys who had carpooled were there.

James pushed me, grabbing the controller out of my hands, and he started grumbling at me, “What aren’t you good at Rivers?”

I stuck my tongue out at him, “Can’t tell you my weaknesses Nealsy.”

“She no skate,” Geno supplied behind us.

“Asshole!” I yelled in Russian, turning to glare at him, “You are on my team!”

Geno grinned at me replying in Russian, “Technically, I am on his team.”

“How do you not know how to skate?” Paul asked, his voice clearly surprised.

“Do you know how dangerous ice skating is?” I asked earnestly.

There was a long pause and all four of the guys and Veronique started cracking up laughing. This went on for what seemed like forever. I was chuckling a little by the end of it as well, understanding what they found so funny. They thought what I did for a living was insanely, while I thought their sport was just as dangerous. That was why I didn’t go ice skating; one fall and that could be a broke wrist and I would be done in for at least two months.

A phone started going off and we all pulled out our phones to see if it was our own, but Veronique won the game.

“Hello? Hi Nathalie! How are you? Yes, yes, I am feeling pretty good.” Veronique stayed sitting in the middle of us, so we stayed really quiet. It wasn’t like we were going to demand the ridiculously pregnant lady to move.

James began distracting me by pulling at my hair like a six year old. I started pushing him and he started pushing back. I felt the two of us being pulled apart by a playfully stern Paul. Paul looked over at James and over at me with an exaggerated irritated expression before looking over at Veronique. I reacted without thinking; I reached up and tweaked him right on the nose.

“That’s it.” Paul growled lowly. He joined in on James’s side and both began the assault on me. James had both my arms pinned down and Paul was starting to tickle my sides, which my not quite healed ribs were not enjoying.

“Lily Rivers could do it!”

I stopped struggling instantly and whipped my head around to look at Veronique. She was smirking right at me, as she spoke into the phone.

“Yes, she isn’t doing anything. Lily is here until the 8th. No, I am with her right now and she says she would love to! Tomorrow at 1:30? Okay she will be there! Bye-bye Nathalie!” Veronique brought her phone away from her ear and obviously hit the end call button.

I looked at her confused, ignoring both the boys who were pulling at my hair, “What the what am I doing tomorrow at 1:30?”

“Babysitting Sid,” Veronique said in a gleeful tone. My mouth popped open a little and my heart decided it didn’t really need to beat for a couple of seconds.

At this moment Geno, who had just returned to the room with a heaping plate of food, decided to come to my rescue, sorta, “Why Sid need babysitter?”

“While he is just on some mild pain meds currently, the Lemieux’s don’t want him alone just quite yet. I think it is understandable considering he will not be able to play for a while. But apparently the Lemieux’s have some obligations they cannot miss. Nathalie Lemieux has been calling around to see if anyone is free to go over tomorrow and stay with him for a couple of hours. I just thought that Lily would be perfect for it,” Veronique added that little last sentence with an sickly sweet innocent tone to her voice that none of the guys picked up, but I certainly did.

“But Lil’s broken,” Geno said concerned looking over at me.

“It seems like Sid is really just sleeping a lot, so I don’t think she will get the opportunity to do much,” Veronique said this her voice thick with implications. Once again, the guys didn’t pick up on this, but I definitely did.

“It’s fine,” I said with a sweet smile. (author’s note: This is the part I would normally cut you all off, but I am not going to <3)


Once I got onto the street, I did not need the gps to tell me exactly which house belonged to Crosby. The large brick house was imposing yet perfectly manicured even on this cold April day and couldn’t scream ‘I belong to Sidney Crosby’ more if it tried. There was car in the driveway, of which I presumed belonged to Mrs. Lemieux. I carefully pulled Geno’s SUV next to it, and turned the vehicle off.

Wasting little time, I grabbed the full bags from Whole Foods and Target, my purse, and exited the car. I waddled to the front door and before I could ring the door, the door opened revealing a kind looking, middle-aged, blond woman.

“Uh, Hi,” I nervously said as the woman looked at me expectantly, “I’m Lily Rivers.”

“Oh Lily! I’m Nathalie,” Mrs. Lemieux greeted me warmly, “Please, please, it is cold, come inside!”

I stepped inside the house and quickly took off my one shoe, followed by my outdoor-strap on boot. I took my indoor boot from my purse and strapped it on my cast and stood back up, nervously smiling at the woman.

“Let me take your coat,” Mrs. Lemieux took my coat and hung it up in a coat closet near the door. I was much more dressed down than Mrs. Lemieux, I was wearing leggings and an oversized sweater.

“Thanks! And is it possible to put some of this in the frig?” I asked holding up the bag from Whole Foods.

“Of course. Also, let me show you around the place. Sid is sleeping.” Mrs. Lemieux filled me in as we started walking around the first floor of the house. If I had ever thought my house was OCD and organized, it was a mess compared to Crosby’s. But Crosby’s was oddly warm and inviting at the same time. We reached the kitchen and Mrs. Lemieux helped me put the ingredients away.

“Uh, it’s a butternut squash-pear soup,” I explained, as I saw the funny look she gave the strange mix of ingredients, “The recipe ends up getting all blended up together in the end, so it is smooth and requires no chewing. Plus I got some casein powder, which will boast the protein in it for him. It is one of Geno’s favorite soups, so I figured Crosby might like it.”

Mrs. Lemieux’s smile grew, “Both Sid and Evgeni have said you are a talented cook.”

“Oh, no,” I felt my cheeks grow warm from this unexpected complement and bit of information. Why was Crosby talking about me to the Lemieuxs?

“I really appreciate this. Sid was being difficult about not having his parents coming down, but he still needs someone to be around right now. He is still pretty out of it. Plus he isn’t allowed to talk for the next several days,” Mrs. Lemieux looked tired as she said this, her concern for Crosby was very apparent both in her voice and across her body language.

“It really isn’t a problem,” I assured her, “Geno was at practice, so I had just made him lunch and left it for him. He’ll be back for that and then take his pre-game nap and then well, the game tonight. And I haven’t been able to be of much use since I am currently out of commission.” I finished gesturing at my foot. I was nervous babbling and feeling very much like an idiot.

She smiled again, “I promise I will be back after the appointment and conferences as fast as I can.”

“Seriously, no rush.”

“Let me show you upstairs quickly so you know where he is,” She said.

I nodded and followed her back out of the kitchen and to the foyer. We slowly headed up the stairs and down the hall. She gestured saying what room was what until we reached a door at the end of the hall. Mrs. Lemieux carefully opened the door at the end of the hallway. The room was pretty dark, but I was able to make out the outline of a body in a bed; I assumed it was Crosby. She shut the door quietly again and I followed her back downstairs to the foyer.

“My number is on the frig if you need anything, as is my husbands and our childrens.”

“We’ll be fine,” I said, though, I wasn’t sure if I was assuring her or myself.

“Well, alright.” She put on the pair of heels by the door and then walked over to the coat closet, getting out her coat and a giant purse.

“I’ll see you later!”

“Bye!” I awkwardly called as she shut the front door.

I nervously glanced around the foyer. ‘Now what?’ I thought. I locked the front door, and headed into the kitchen to start the soup.

It wasn’t an overly complicated recipe, it just took some time, especially in a kitchen that I was not familiar with. How ever Crosby had become so accustomed with my kitchen so fast, completely bamboozled my brain. So despite being a recipe I was completely familiar with and could cook with ease, it took much longer than normal.


“Perfect,” I turned the heat off on the soup and proceeded to cup some of the mixed ingredients into the blender. I let the blender go for about 30 seconds and tasted it. Even better than perfect! I thought, and poured the soup into a glass container I had found. I repeated the process until the entire contents of the pot were blended. I had started humming to myself completely absorbed. I turned around to put the now empty pot in the sink.

I dropped the pot on the ground and screamed.

“Dammit Crosby!” I shrieked, clutching the area where my heart should be, though I was pretty sure Crosby had caused my heart to fucking desert my body in search of somewhere that wouldn’t risk ninja attacks.

Crosby stood unsteadily at the edge of the kitchen, looking rather confused of what I was doing standing in the middle of his kitchen. His face looked much better than it had two days prior, the swelling had gone down a lot, but was still pretty evident. His eyes looked bloodshot, his hair was mussed, he was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark grey sweats.

“We need to get you back to bed Mister,” I said softly to the confused Crosby.

He shook his head.

“Crosby,” the niceties gone from my voice, “If you collapse or something, there is no way I will be able to move you with my foot. But I would still try and that would probably injure my foot more which would really piss me off. So we are going right up to bed. Now.”

He meekly ducked his head and I followed him back up the stairs, grabbing the Target bag sitting by the front door on the way up. He waited for me at the top of the stairs, for my going was still slower than his, and then I followed him back to his room. Crosby settled back into his bed, but not before propping his pillows up so he could sit comfortably. I couldn’t help but notice that he had drawn the shades and with the sunlight streaming in, I could see the moose was sitting on the bed next to him.

“I have more things for you,” I said, my lips twitching upwards.

Out of the Target bag, I brought out a large whiteboard along with the dry erase markers and an eraser. I placed all of the materials next to him on the bed.

“First, Geno told me that you weren’t going to be able to talk for the next couple of days, so I figured this could be a much easier way to communicate with anyone who was around.” I explained at his curious expression.

Crosby picked out the green marker and wrote, “Thanks.”

“Not a problem. And I assume, Mrs. Lemieux told you I was coming to stay with you for a couple of hours? It’s okay if you forgot, you are on a lot of meds.” I mumbled, as I perched on the end of the bed. I glanced around the room, not really sure what else to say. I started to stare at the moose again. I heard the pen writing again so I glanced up as he turned the board.

This moose is ruining the reputations of moose everywhere. He’s not very scary.

I felt the corners of my twitch involuntarily, “Glad you like him. Have you given him a name yet?”

Crosby gave me a pensive look before writing, “Not yet

There was a bit of an awkward silence as I didn’t respond and he didn’t write anything. It was so hard to focus in this room, everything smelled like him. It wasn’t a bad thing; on the contrary, it was incredible. However, as always, it was hard to focus. I made the mistake of looking over at him.

Crosby was staring at me, and we made eye contact. It was obvious there were about a million questions in those eyes, a million questions I did not really want to answer.

“I need to go finish the soup.” I said looking away, “Can I bring you up anything when I finish?”

Some soup?” he wrote.

“Certainly,” I replied, walking towards the door.

“So, I had to improvise a little bit,” I awkwardly said as I walked back in the room. I couldn’t find a tray to put the soup on, so I had used a baking sheet and saran-wrapped a drying towel over it. I had also brought up a large glass of water.

Crosby looked up at me from his phone, quickly dropping that and lifting up the board for me to read the message.

I came downstairs before because whatever was cooking smelled so good. What is it?

“Oh! I didn’t even tell you!” I mentally wanted to smack myself, “Butternut-squash pear soup. It has curry and a bunch of other spices in it, as well as casein protein added in so you get that boost as well. It all gets blended together, so you can easily drink it and not worry. It sounds weird, I know, I was a doubter at first as well. But it is incredible. Geno loves it. And I am rambling, so I will stop.”

I looked down. I heard the pen squeaking as he started writing something. When I heard the squeaking stop, I looked up.

I am sure it will be great.

I smiled at his politeness as I set the make-shift tray down on the bedside table. I took a couple steps back and gave him an awkward half smile. His mouth was unmoving, for obvious reasons, but his eyes still expressed confusion. Crosby erased the board and started writing quickly on it again before flipping it around so I could read it.

I admit I am confused, no not just because of the drugs. Your text saying you were in Pittsburgh was 2 hrs after I texted you. But no one had said you were coming.

I sighed and gestured at the end of the bed, “Mind if I sit?”

Sidney shook his head. I scooted onto his high bed, at the end far away from him. I crossed my good leg under me, leaving my bum leg straight out. I was trying not to have thought of what a fully healthy Crosby could do to me on this extraordinarily comfortable bed as I looked over at him. I physically shook my head trying to clear it. I felt like a horrible person for feeling so pent up for Crosby even though he was injured.

“I decided to come to Pittsburgh that morning. There-there wasn’t much going on in Colorado. I guess Geno didn’t really have time to tell everyone.” I lamely said, looking away from him once again. There was a big pause of silence between us, well, of course there was, he wasn’t able to talk. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but then again, he wasn’t supposed to be hurt.

But when would ever be a good time? True, this was an entirely inappropriate time, but really, we both led such different and busy lives. ‘Just tell him you are sorry, that you are stupid, tell him the truth, be an adult!’ my brain screamed at me. I looked back over to him.

“Crosby,” I started slowly.

“What smells so incredibly good?” a deep voice asked from the doorway. We both looked around, it was Mr. Lemieux.

‘For fucks sake,’ my brain yelled at the retired hockey star, though, he had more of a right to be here than I did.

Crosby started scribbling and flipped the board show us, “Lily made some soup. Also, she had the brilliant thought of the whiteboard

I saw Mr. Lemieux’s eyebrows raise as he looked at me and then back at Crosby, “Well, that was rather smart. Sorry to interrupt, the meetings finished early, so I thought to pop around before I had to be at the rink for tonight.”

Sliding off the bed I smiled at the pair of them, excusing myself, “I am gonna go finish cleaning the kitchen.”

I limped out of the room and headed down to the semi clean kitchen, speeding through the rest of the dishes. Finding a lid to the glass container was another quest, which I ended up failing, but I accepted and settled on using some of the saran-warp.

I went to the coat closest and found my coat, taking it out and putting it back on as I headed back up the stairs and to Crosby’s room.

“Uh, Hi,” I said as I popped my head in the room, “Sorry to interrupt, but I am going to head out.”

I glanced at the pair of men. Mr. Lemieux had taken my place at the end of the bed while Crosby was still in the same spot.

“Thank you for taking care of Sid!” Mr. Lemieux said standing up.

“It wasn't problem,” I said glancing around the room. My eyes paused on the bowl of soup, well, just the bowl because it was completely empty. I felt my lips twitch into a smile.

I heard the pen squeak and I looked toward the white board.

Thanks Lily, see you soon.”

I nodded and turned around leaving the two. It wasn’t until I was in the SUV and after I had texted Veronique that I was coming over that my stomach doing the flips and lurches. I looked down at it, confused my brain was much slower to catch up to why the feeling was happening now. And then I got it.

Crosby had written Lily. Twice.

Notes

Dear Friends. I am sorry for the lateness of the update.

First, love and hugs Blackhawks fans. That was a really hard loss and it has been rough to write and edit. But we will return with a vengeance next year!
Second, congratulations Kings fans. It was a well fought series and best of luck in the finals. Same goes for Rangers fans. I hope it goes to 7 and is an insane series that makes everyone go nuts <3
Third, I hope to update again shortly (already have a significant portion of the next chapter done) to help ease the pains of the playoffs as well as the realization that the end of the season is around the corner.

Thank you all for sticking with the story and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please keep reading/subscribing/rating/ letting me know what you think! Some big things are coming O.o

Comments

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amyb11 amyb11
6/23/16

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HockeyGirl17 HockeyGirl17
1/23/16

I have marathon read this in the last not even 12 hours and I want mooorreee! I reached the end of the chapter and saw it was the latest one and almost cried. This story is fantastic! Your writing is amazing and I absolutely love the plot. You are fantastic and I cannot wait for the next update!

scootsmcgoots scootsmcgoots
12/18/15

LOVE THIS STILL

addiegregory addiegregory
12/7/15

Just reread this and I would surely love to see an update!?! I'm hoping you have time and are still interested in finishing it! Thanks in advance and hugs to you!

Maddie Maddie
9/8/15