Part of the Team (ON HOLD)

I was awoken the next morning by the door opening downstairs. I heard footsteps come up the stairs and another door open, this time closer. I rolled over sleepily and was greeted by soft laughter.

“See? I told you, she sleeps all day.”

I peeked my eyes open. Peter and Carey were leaning against the doorframe, matching expressions on their faces.

“Hey if I could, I would sleep till…” – Carey checked his watch before scoffing – “fuckin one aclock. Damn girl.” He laughed. I cocooned myself further into the sheets before mumbling a sleepy “whatever.” More laughs.

“Well, thanks for the ride Pricer.”

“Anytime man. See you tonight.”

“Yep.”

I heard footsteps, gradually getting softer as I assumed Peter was seeing Carey out. I started to drift off as the relative silence stretched on. I was slightly awoken by the bed moving. I felt an arm around me and scooted closer to the warm body. “Pre-game nap?” I mumbled, opening my eyes yet again. I heard and felt him laugh. He pulled my chin up with his finger.

“Why are you so sleepy today, huh?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I said honestly. I’m guessing going to sleep later than I usually did the past couple days was finally catching up to me. I dropped my head back on Peter’s shoulder and breathed in his familiar scent. I felt so safe in his arms, like usual.

The hand not holding me to his side slid into my hair, cupping my cheek. He ran his thumb along my cheek gently for a few moments. He moved it to easily envelope my hand, limp on his chest, over his heart. He gave it a squeeze, and I sighed happily.

I was out pretty quickly after that.



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Peter wasn’t starting tonight, but we still showed up relatively early. Of course, there still plenty of Habs’ fans in the stands; it was against the Leafs tonight anyway; of course it would be packed. I joined them, against the glass. Most had on jersey’s, but I decided to go slightly old-school. Thirty-three WAS my lucky number, so it worked. More people started to file in as the guys took the ice for warm-ups. I felt the electricity growing with each moment. There were quite a few fans clad in blue. A lot, actually.

Eventually, I stood up with the rest of the arena, now filled, to honor both flags. Everyone stayed standing and cheering until the puck drop.

Notes

IM SOSOSO SORRY

that family trip screwed me, i got distracted after i got back. sorry for the fuckin two week late update. life happens unfortunately. and i've been really tired lately. updating at 2am probably doesn't have anything to do with it.

this update was put off and half-finished forever, hopefully this will kick me back into gear with this story. also drama will happen soon, bear with me

hopefully you still love me <3 ^.^