Forever Chicago

Hours passed. Jonathan showed no signs of waking up, his vital signs were frighteningly low, and he was barely breathing on his own.

I brushed a swirled, brown piece of hair from his forehead, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Kodie you should go home.” Jeannie said from the doorway.

“No,” I said, never taking my eyes off Jon, “Not yet.”

It was almost four o’clock in the morning and Jonathan still hadn’t moved.

I held tightly to his warm hand.

“Come on Jon.” I whispered.

Jon’s eyes faintly peered open,

“Jon?!” I jumped out of my seat.

“Kodie?” he faintly mummed out, so quietly I could barely hear it.

“Jeannie!” I yelled.

“Hi,” I said through tears as I moved in closely to him, kissing his cheek.

“What happened?” he murmured.

“You hit your head on the post, but you’re fine now, thank God.” I said, hugging across him.

Jonathan remained in the hospital for two more days while his head wound healed.

“No physical activity at all for at least 3 weeks.” Jeannie read of Jonathan’s clip board, as we
prepared to go home, “And make sure you replace the bandages over your eye every day.”

Jonathan was left with a big and nasty bruise above his right eye that was sewn together with over twenty stitches and staples.

After three long days, we finally arrived back in our apartment snuggled together on the couch, watching an old holiday movie, two months after Christmas.

“Does it hurt?” I asked lightly brushing my finger over his bandage.

“No.” He smiled back at me.

“Yes it does.” I laughed.

“Does not,” he smiled, “I had this really good nurse.”

“Oh really?” I laughed.

“Yeah she was hot too.” He smiled.

“Really?” I laughed.

“Aw isn’t that adorable.” Kaner, Sharpie, Shawzie, and Smitty burst through the door.

“Don’t worry, we brought x-box.” Sharpie laughed.

I laughed and wriggled out of Jon’s arms, to hang out with Paige in the kitchen.

“How’s he doing?” she asked as we both perched over the kitchen island picking at frozen yogurt.

“He seems good, I know his head hurts but he won’t tell me that.” I said.

“Think he’ll back in the lineup soon?” She asked.

“I think he’ll try to be but he shouldn’t be, I mean he had severe head trauma.” I said.

“You know he’ll try to be practicing in a few days.” She said.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Paige was right. Jonathan would do anything to get back in the game earlier than planned, but I didn’t want him to risk hurting himself again.

“Hey you okay?” Paige said snapping me out of my daydream.

“Yeah fine.”
…

Jonathan and I spent his recovery catching up on time lost together. We talked about everything from hockey to work to our families.

As we scrolled through my camera roll one day I came across a picture of Maddy Sharp and I,

“She is so cute.” I smiled.

“Do you want kids?” Jonathan asked, as I lay across his lap.

“Yes,” I smiled up at him, “Do you?”

“Yeah.” He smirked, “I think you’ll be a great mom.” He brushed a curly, blonde piece of hair behind my ear as he smiled down at me.

Jonathan and I had talked about our future before, but never really kids, the thought of having Jonathan’s kids made my stomach flutter.

“How many kids do you want?” I smiled up at him.

“I don’t know 4?” he smiled.

“4’s a good number.” I said.

“So 4?” he said.

“4.”
…
After 2 weeks Jon’s stitches were finally ready to come out. As I washed a pair of tweezers in the kitchen sink and set out a napkin and cup to catch them in while Jon took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Okay,” I said as I positioned myself in between Jonathan’s legs, “Hold still.”

“I like this position.” He said grabbing the backs of my thighs.

“Hold still.” I laughed as I began to gently pick the stitches out of his forehead.

I pulled the last of the stitches out and rubbed gel ointment over the scar, topped by a band aide.

“Thank you.” He said standing up, and stooping over to kiss me.

“Of course.” I said.

Jonathan picked me up at my hips as I wrapped my legs around him, as he deeply pressed his lips to mine.

“You know it’s been like 2 weeks?” he said.

“Please don’t remind me.” I said, “Think you can handle it?”

“I can, can you?” he laughed.

I pulled his face into mine.

“I guess that’s a yes.” He smiled.

I laughed as I kissed him hard.

Jonathan carried me from the kitchen to our bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed, and
Jonathan landed over me, I pulled his grey t shirt over his head as lips moved effortlessly over my neck and breasts.

I moaned as I allowed Jonathan to take complete control.

I tugged at his sweatpants as he pulled my shirt over my head. Our bodies grinded against each other as my lululemon yoga pants fell to the floor.

“You’re perfect.” Jon said as his body moved up and down against mine.

We enveloped into each other in perfect form as Jonathan moved in and out, my lips nibbling and biting at his neck.

Light, February snow fell outside as we yet again collapsed in bed together.
…
A few days later Jonathan was finally well enough to get back on the ice. He awoke like a kid on Christmas morning, smiling and laughing as he and Kaner left for practice.

I was all smiles to see Jonathan so happy, and then Paige said something that concerned me greatly.

“I think Patrick is cheating on me.” I heard her say from the couch, while I stood at the front door.

“What?” I said quickly walking to sit with her in leaving room, “Why?” I said placing a pillow over my lap.

“He’s, he’s always home late, he never tells me where he’s going, he’s jumpy and agitated all the time.” She said.

“Maybe he’s just nervous, I mean it’s almost playoff time, and they have so many big games coming up…” I said.

“Last night,” Paige started, “I found this in the trash”

Paige pulled a crumbled up phone number with red lipstick planted on the front.

“Paige you know girls throw their numbers at all the guys on the team,” I started.

“But why did he save this one? Usually he’d throw it away as soon as he got it.” She said. “I don’t know, I just, I feel like I’m not good enough for him, like he’s always looking for someone better.”

“And did you tell him that?” I asked.

“Well, no.” she said, “I don’t want him to be mad.”

“Well,” I sighed, “Just, try to bring it up casually; just ask him where he’s been lately.”

Paige groaned, “Why can’t I just have your relationship?”

“Believe me everyone has their problems.”
…
Patrick’s POV:
“Hey you guys wanna come over?” Shawzie said as we undressed from practice.

“Yeah,” “Sure,” echoed from the locker room.

“How ‘bout you Kaner?” Shawzie said turning to me.

“Nah, I don’t think so man, Paige has been up my ass all week to hang out with her.” I said

“What’s going on with you two anyway?” Sharpy asked.

“I don’t really know.” I said.

“You don’t know?” Bicks laughed, along with the other guys.

“She’s mad at me all the time, I don’t know.” I said.

“Hey, don’t worry man she’ll come around.” Sharpy said slapping my back.

I was just tired of dealing with it, it was like I was constantly on trial and having to prove my innocence. Part of me was starting to question whether or not it was worth it anymore.
…
Kodie’s POV:
The guys walked in from practice around six.

“Hi,” Patrick said walking over to Paige as he leaned into kiss her she immediately turned away.

Patrick rolled his eyes.

I looked at Jonathan who looked just as on edge as me as we watched the scene unfold.

“What is this?” Paige said holding up the phone number.

“I don’t know Paige.” Patrick said pulling a water out of the fridge.

“What do you mean you don’t know? It came out of your pocket!” She yelled.

Patrick sighed, “You know what Paige, I don’t know.

“Patrick do you want this relationship to be over?” Paige asked quietly.

“Jon, we should go.” I said turning to Jon.

“No,” Paige said, “It’s fine.”

“Patrick,” Paige sighed, “Do you?”

Patrick said nothing.

Paige walked over to the door, picked up her purse and left.

The three of us were left standing in the kitchen staring down.

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