A few nights later, after the Blackhawks advanced to the conference finals (and finally got a break to enjoy themselves and hang out, while the remaining teams finished their matches)….

"A Bud Light, on the rocks, please!" Aaralyn called to the bartender. He quickly obliged, so she slipped a $10 towards him and took a small sip of her favorite alcoholic drink.

It had been a long day, and all she wanted was to have a few drinks, and relax. After her meeting with Jonathan a few nights ago, she had spent the rest of the day throwing herself into her work, trying to forget she even saw him. It was hard, especially with what she was planning, revolving around him and his teammates.

"Hey pretty lady," a guy came up to her.

She could smell the liquor on his breath; he was already so far gone. She instinctively scooted her chair in the other direction, trying her best to ignore him. He looked to be in his mid 40's, probably trying to escape the problems of fatherhood.

"Here let me get you another. Hey bar keep can I get this young sexy thing a refill?" He stammered, pulling out his wallet.

She hadn't realized how fast she began sipping on her drink, until he sat down beside her. The bartender nodded, handing her another Bud Light. She eyed it skeptically, before pushing it towards the man.

"I can buy my own drinks, thanks," she replied, trying to flag down the bartender.

Unfortunately, he was already serving somebody else and could not see her desperately trying to get his attention.

"Oh come on, why can't a young fella buy a sexy girl a drink, hmm?" He smiled creepily, sliding towards her.

She backed away, not being able to escape him. He slunk his arm around her shoulders, trying as hard as he could to get her to kiss him.

"Hey asshole, get away from my girlfriend!" She heard a male voice call. The familiar voice of this guy made the man backed away slowly, putting his hands up in the air in surrender. It was Jonathan Toews.

"I didn't mean no trouble," the man stammered, before grabbing the drink he had bought for her and walked away, heading to bother some other people.

She let out a huge sigh of relief, never thinking she’d be so glad to see Jonathan. "Thank you, so much," she told him as he took the empty spot next to her.

"No trouble at all, Aari," he smiled; it was then she started to realize just how attractive he looked. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked, waving over the bartender. "I'll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks and for her-"

It was just like the first night they’d met one another. A magical evening that she’d never forget and that he would never let her forget!

"Same thing," she replied with a smile. He slid the drinks over and he paid, turning his attention back to her.

"What brings you here alone tonight?" He asked with a wink, waiting for her to deny it.

"Long day at the office," she replied with a heavy sigh, downing her drink in one gulp. “You should know that Johnny! I always come here for a drink!”

“That’s true!”

"And what about you?" she asked, looking around and realizing his teammates weren't with him this time.

"Sort of the same thing," he replied with a smile, finishing off his drink quickly as well.

"Two shots of tequila," she told the bartender, not being able to stop drinking. They burned going down her throat, and left a burning sensation in her mouth, she could not get enough of.

Jonathan picked up the other, and without a word, they clinked glasses and downed each of the shots, wincing as the cool liquor made its way down their throats.

"So what happened today, eh? What’s wrong?" she asked, reading his expression like a book. She knew he was probably going to bring it up, but still he appeared to be saddened that she had asked him.

"I had a fight with Kaner," he replied, getting a refill of his shot and downing it just as fast as the first one. The bartender didn't venture far away from them; he knew he would be hitting it big tonight. "Long story short, when I arrived to the rink, he seemed skeptical of me. He asked me about you, “the girl I had picked up at the bar” and when I told him about our evening, he completely cut me out for the rest of the day." He rambled on about how stubborn and strange Patrick had acted. He wasn't sure if she cared, but drinking as much as he did in such a short period of time was already taking its toll on him.

She was instantly sent back to her dream that she had had with Patrick at their wedding.

"If I were him, I would have never done that to you," she whispered, getting shots of vodka this time.

They spent the night getting to know each other better. They talked about anything and everything, trying to outdo each other in shots. He was such a sweet guy; she loved hanging around him. All night she thought about what it'd be like to kiss him. It didn't take long to figure out, however. About three hours into their night together, he leaned in and kissed her. She blushed, kissing back forcefully.

"What do you say we take this back to my place?" He slurred. She giddily agreed, nodding and taking his hand, as he escorted her out of the bar. It didn't take them long to flag down a cab. In the back seat, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. The cab driver was doubtfully annoyed with them by the time they reached Jonathan's apartment; they stumbled inside, and eventually onto his bed.

"You're so sexy," he breathed against her neck, as they began to have another magical evening together.

When they were finished, he collapsed on the bed. She fell into his chest, cuddling him closely. Her eyes fluttered a little, before she found myself falling to a deep sleep, with him at her side, protectively gripping onto her.


Sometime later on in the middle of the night, Aaralyn opened her eyes, groaning inwardly. She looked around, not recognizing her surroundings. She rolled over, to see a familiar face beside her, groaning to himself.

"What?" he asked her, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Nothing. Sorry, I just had a dream...it was nothing though.”

“Okay!”

They fell back asleep once more.


Aaralyn’s Dream:

"Do you think it's time to get Kaner up yet?" she groaned. She was ready to go to the beach now and she had zero interest in waiting for him. They hadn't even directly seen him yet today; he was still locked in his room, presumably with someone. She questioned slightly why he was even still here, if he was even still here.

"It's 1pm now, I guess it's fair enough to do so," he smirked.

She grinned, heading to Patrick's room. She pressed her ear up against the door, not hearing a sound. She knocked lightly, heard a quiet 'come in' and made her way into his room. He was alone, all dressed and ready to head to the beach. He looked up at her, smiling before getting up off the bed.

"Hey, how was your night?" He asked before she had a chance to speak.

"I can't remember much of it to be honest," Aaralyn confessed awkwardly. "How uh- how was your night?" She mustered up the courage to ask him. The last thing she wanted was to find some crazy girl Patrick had to deal with; she just wanted her to be a good time, nothing more, nothing less.

"Honestly?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, and she hesitantly nodded, wanting to know all the details.

"It was okay for the most part," he shrugged. "She kept trying to go join you and Jonathan." He gave off a smirk, shaking his head. "I think she really had the hots for you, Johnny!"

"Well duh, look at me, how could she not?" he laughed.

"Craziest chick I've ever had," he nodded fist bumping her. "You were a great wing woman, Aari, I hope you'll do it again sometime." He smiled.

"You know this." She gave him a high five. "But I wanna go to the beach, so let's go." She grabbed him and dragged him by the arm out of the bedroom. "I can't wait to check out all the hot guys at the beach!" She winked, as Jonathan came within earshot.

He scoffed, opening the door to the apartment. "You guys ready?" he asked, ignoring her comment.

They nodded, making their way out to the car. She looked around, admiring the good view and amazing weather. It was July, meaning she had a full month to spend with Jonathan, until he got intense for training camp. He took it very seriously, of course, working out more than regularly. She couldn't say she minded; his body looked amazing. She tried to keep a good workout regiment, but it didn't always work out. Between work and Jonathan's hockey in the winter, she barely had the time. Of course in the summer, she wanted to spend as much time as she could with him, before he hit the road.

They made it to the beach, which was half an hour from the apartment. It was warm, with a slight breeze, making it bearable to sit in the sun without dying of heat stroke. They picked out a place to sit, and set up their stuff, waving over the other Chicago boys, as they arrived.

Aaralyn sat relaxing in the sun, as the guys all went over to play some catch. Normally, she would have joined them; but spending some time alone took precedence.

"I heard about your night last night," Andrew Shaw teased, poking fun at her, as he walked by.

"You have no idea," Aaralyn commented, laughing to herself. "Check out this guy with the white muscle shirt!" She pointed him out, enjoying the view. He took his shirt off revealing even more of a reason to stare; he had an amazing body, perfectly toned and tanned.

"Hot damn!" Andrew agreed, trying his best not to look too obvious that he was staring as well. He wasn’t gay. He was completely straight. He walked off, bolting over and tackled Brandon Saad.

"I'm kinda thirsty, anyone want anything?" she asked, getting up from her towel.

No one answered her. She nodded, making a mental note. She took her time, walking over to the food truck, enjoying the sunshine and the view as she went. The beach was fairly crowded, but not overly. It was an un-life-guarded beach, allowing a lot of shenanigans to pass. Including the hockey player kind.

"Hey sexy," Aaralyn heard a male voice tell her. She turned around seeing the guy in the white muscle shirt that she had previously been gawking over looking at her. He smiled, a bright white toothy grin. His eyes were a deep brown.

"Hi," she replied casually, not interested.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked kindly, but she could tell, he was being flirty.

"I'm okay, thanks though," She smiled weakly, stepping up and ordering her water.

"I've got it," he butted in, handing the cashier a twenty, before she even had time to react. He handed them to her and whisked her out of the way.

"So, I didn't catch your name?" he asked, when they were a safe distance from the stand.

"Because I didn't tell you my name," she retorted, having zero interest in talking with the guy. She knew what his intentions were; she could read them like a book. He was only interested in her for sex, pretending he wanted a relationship at first, before going out to a club, getting into her pants and never calling again; she knew the signs, she used them herself.

"What's your name?" He asked putting his arm around her.

She immediately backed away, getting out of his grasp. One thing, she hated more than anything was being touched by strangers.

"Oh come on baby, don't be like that," he cooed, inching closer to her once more.

She backed away even more, frantically searching for where she had left the group. In her haste and panic, she couldn't find them. "Don't touch me!" she growled, looking to see if she could find Patrick or Jonathan or any of the Blackhawks anywhere.

"Don't be like that," he repeated, edging closer. She wasn't sure what to do; in her panic, she drove her foot right into his crotch. He withered down in pain, clutching where she had hit him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Aaralyn growled, walking away from him as fast as she could.

He was attracting a crowd, she could tell. Not wanting to deal with the crowd, she scanned the beach in a hurry, sighing with relief when she found her spot. Andrew and Brandon were back and lying down.

"There you are, we thought you got lost!" Brandon greeted.

"Ran into an asshole," she growled, trying to shake the thought out of her head.

"There's this skank that's been trying to hit on some of the guys," Andrew informed her, pointing the woman out.

Aaralyn looked the woman up and down, realizing just how flawless she was. She had perfect bleach blonde hair, which she had pinned straight, just below her shoulders. Her bikini was tiny and revealing, especially showing off her perfect ass. Her rack was massive, bouncing up and down even as she spoke, and her legs were something else, perfectly tanned and long. She looked to be every guys' dream; and Aaralyn wanted to kill her.

"If she goes anywhere near them I swear to god…" She trailed off, realizing how protective she was of both Jonathan and Patrick. She knew the woman would probably be good in bed for Patrick, but she found myself getting so jealous of this female’s looks, she didn't want her to be around either of them. "I don’t like her!" she spat, not caring how judgmental she sounded.

"Me too," Andrew agreed with a sneer, making Aaralyn smile. "Look at how perky her breasts are; they can't be real!" He laughed a little. "And that tan? So fake, right?" It felt as if they were all back in high school; trying to put down everything the woman was to make themselves feel better.

“She's been all over Johnny," Brandon spoke, earning a smack on the shoulder from Andrew.

"Excuse me?" Aaralyn asked in disgust, ready to go punch the bitch out. No one hit on her Jonathan!

"Andy!" Brandon hissed in panic.

Aaralyn looked over, just in time to see the blondie brushing up all over Jonathan, as she spoke. A fire went off inside of the redhead; she was furious. She watched as the flirty female touched his shoulder playfully, as he presumably said something funny. He looked to be in an interesting conversation, and by the looks of the body language, was flirting back.

"She's so dead!" Aaralyn threatened, wanting to get up and walk right over there. As much as she wanted to, she did everything in her power to stay put. She wanted Jonathan to know she could trust him, and didn't think the worst every time some hot girl rubbed herself against him. He was a Chicago Blackhawk, Captain Serious, Jonathan Freaking Toews; it was only natural all the girls would want him like she did.

And it wasn’t like she was the one he had chosen right away. If she had never met him that one magical night at the Hawks Nest, they would never have been together!

"Johnny's not going to do anything, he's just being nice!" Brandon assured her, and she knew he was right.

It wasn't long after the boys started playing football again, this time the blondie joining them, that she felt a little more uneasy. The three of them observed intently, watching to see if she made anymore moves on Jonathan. She seemed pretty neutral, hitting on whomever was in front of her. Things went from bad to worse in a matter of moments, and she found herself vibrating with anger.

The blonde woman threw herself at Jonathan, while he was trying to protect the ball. She hugged onto him tightly, as he threw it over his shoulder to Patrick.

And before Aaralyn could even blink, the woman’s lips were pressed to the Blackhawk's in a kiss.


The next morning, was pretty much similar to the previous encounter. Aaralyn shoved away her terrible dream. How could she think about that? She was still with the Chicago Blackhawk and they were still happily together!

The redhead blinked awake and felt extremely nauseous! She raced to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach, once more. She didn’t even hear when he came up behind her.

"She wakes!" Jonathan yelled loudly, as Aaralyn found herself over the toilet once again.

She winced, the volume of his voice too much for her. “Ow!”

"I told you, you drank too much," he smirked happily, proud to have been right. She rolled her eyes, closing them to stop her head from pounding continuously.

"I know, you were right," she grumbled miserably.

He gave up teasing her for being right and turned into a consoling boyfriend almost instantly, sitting down beside her and rubbing her back. She knew she didn't deserve him to be doing this; she had ignored him, when he continuously told her to stop. And honestly, after she downed a couple of shots, she didn't remember much of what had happened.

"As much as I love being right, I'm sorry you're feeling so crappy right now." He rubbed her back. She groaned, reaching for the Advil she had left on the countertop earlier. Swallowing them without any water, she leaned into Jonathan's chest, closing her eyes.

"No more drinking anytime soon," she laughed lightly. "Is Patrick up yet? I wanna know how his night went." She winked at Jonathan, who laughed, shaking his head “no.”

“Kaner’s not here, what are you talking about?”

She figured he'd be still in bed; he was probably up late last night. She had no idea; she was too drunk to even remember how she got home.

"Kaner’s not here, he’s in his bed at his house," he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

She shivered at the kiss, feeling lucky she had such an incredible boyfriend.

"By the sounds of it, from texts, he had a fun night though," he commented grimacing, as he held his phone up and read an incoming text message from Patrick Kane.

"I don't remember a damn thing," she admitted sheepishly.

"We had a fun night too," he winked, kissing her cheek.

"I'm glad," She smiled finally getting up off the floor. "I think I'm okay for now." She noticed the sun streaming through the semi open blinds. "I'd say it's a beach day."

"I couldn't agree more," he smiled widely. "You shower and I'll make us some breakfast."

"Or..." she trailed off seductively. "We can both shower, and then you can make breakfast." She wrapped her hands around his waist, pulling him in close to her, biting her lower lip.

He raised his eyebrows, agreeing instantly. “Want to invite Kaner? As part of the make-up with him for when I snapped, I promised that I would introduce him to you! He really wants to meet you!”

“Sure!” She wasn’t exactly enthusiastic, but Jonathan sounded like he really wanted his friend to come. She would deal with the shaggy blonde haired goal scorer.

"Great! I'll call him and tell him to come!"

Notes

Uh oh...trouble's coming....