"Thanks for coming so quickly" Sarah smiled and pulled me in for a hug. I hugged back nervously, anxiety rising; what was this about? Why did I have to be woken up so early in the morning to hear news of Jon? My heart was racing; I only felt doubt in my bones.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not being able to chose my words wisely. "I mean- why did you text so early? What did the doctor want to speak to me about?" I quickly corrected myself, trying not to sound like a Debbie downer. Sarah looked at me sympathetically, before pointing down the hall, to the doctor's office.

"Addie, you can just meet him down there" Sarah pushed me slightly towards the door. I looked back at Patrick, who held my hand and walked with me towards the office. My heart was racing; anxiety rising to an all time high. I felt my eyes close briefly, praying for some good news. I hadn't stopped thinking of the day he would wake up; I nearly dreamed about it every night.

He'd see me, I'd run into his arms, careful not to hurt his fragile body. I'd cry, he'd tell me everything was fine, and I would spend the rest of eternity being so grateful the best thing that ever happened to me was still in this world. I couldn't imagine living my life any longer without him. With him gone, I felt a part of me was also gone; a part that would never come back until he was alive and well.

"I- Will you come with me Pat?" I asked nervously. He nodded immediately.

"Ready?" Patrick asked, his hand ready to open the door to the office. I nodded, and he opened the door rapidly, as if he was ripping a bandaid off.

"Hey"

"Oh my god!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I rubbed my eyes several times; was what I was seeing real? Was Jon standing right before me? "Jon?" I asked skeptically, still not believing my eyes. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming" my eyes were wide with surprise.

"You're not dreaming Addie" he smiled, just like I remembered. I ran to him as fast as my legs wouLd let me and jumped into his arms. I held on as tight as I could, Jon doing the same.

"Jon I- I didn't think-" I sniffed, crying into his shoulder. I pulled away, smiling like a fool. He smiled widely, pressing a soft, passionate kiss to my lips. I returned it back eagerly, never wanting the moment to end. "I'm so glad you're here" I cried, pulling close to him once more. He smiled, setting his chin on my head, holding me tightly.

"Wow- it's uh- holy shit Jon!" Patrick exclaimed at a loss for words. Jon pulled away from me for a moment, and the pair met for a long hug. I could sense the both of the, were getting a little emotional, but both too manly to admit it. I smiled, truly missing everything about Jon. His smile, his amazing eyes, the way he snorted when he was told a joke he found obnoxiously funny, the way he would act around Ryder, so protective and caring; his really stupid jokes, and sometimes unbelievably stupid sense of humour; the way he held me when I was upset, or the obnoxious was he tried to cheer me up; the way he was around his teammates, and with the game he loved so much.

"When did you- I-" I still wasn't able to form a coherent sentence. Jon suppressed a laugh, pulling me in close to him, pressing a kiss to my head. "I love you Jon, never leave us again" I murmured into his chest. I wiped away the last of my tears, promising myself not to cry over this anymore. He was alive; and looked to be in good shape; it was truly a miracle.

"Sarah texted you as soon as I woke up" Jon told us, taking a seat. I took the seat next to him, Patrick sitting across from us, after closing the door for privacy.

"So are you- did the doctor say you were okay?" Pat asked skeptically, choosing his words carefully.

"Sarah didn't tell me everything, I just saw- on the sports channel- about the accident" Jon spoke softly. "I thought I just passed out drunk- what happened to me?" He asked, his hands trembling. I reached out and intertwined our fingers, trying to calm him down a little.

"Babe, what's the last thing you remember?" I asked, unsure of how much of his memory was gone.

"We were celebrating a win in Dallas- we all thought it would be fun to get smashed. Next thing I remember, I'm here" he shrugged. "But then Sarah showed me something about the year after the accident? What is she talking about? And why aren't you pregnant?" He finally realized I was no longer with child. I bit my lip nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

"I- uh, gave birth Jon" I nearly whispered. His eyes went wide; he had full intentions of being there for me, naming the baby in the heat of the moment; but he had missed it all; even a full year of her life.

"And you- you named her Aveyah?" He asked, a little surprised, but happy. "I didn't think you liked that name" he added, nodding in approval of her name.

"I didn't name her until the day after her birth date" I confessed, avoiding eye contact. How was I supposed to tell him not only did he miss the birth of his little girl, but the first year of her life? I had taken to video taping almost everything her and Ryder had done on his abcense, but I knew it wasn't the same.

"What? When did you give birth?" He asked so innocently, and so confused.

"Jon, you- uh- let's start from the beginning" Patrick sensed I was struggling, and took over for me. "We were out east, playing Montreal. Addison called and told us she was going into labour, so we once the team travelled to Detroit we were catching the first flight back to Chicago, so you could be here for the birth, and to name her; she wouldn't make her without you" he stopped for a moment, pausing.

"It was a really, really bad night; the roads were terrible, the visibility was limited. There was a truck driver- he- he had just lost his wife, she left him or- or something. And he was driving, driving really drunk" I took over for a moment, feeling brave. I felt bad for Pat, who felt as if he was reliving the whole experience. He often woke up at night shouting in his sleep, shouting for help, for Jon to wake up, for everything to stop...

"So we were on the bus, anxiously waiting to get to the next hotel, when the driver- he drove a transport truck, slid into our lane. I- I don't really remember much of the crash, but I do remember looking around at the bloodied mess- it- it looked like a murder scene; something you saw on TV..." He trailed off, fighting back the memory.

"Patrick called out for everyone! to see if they were okay! when he found you. You- you were not breathing, barely alive. He called 911 before starting mouth to mouth and- and trying to save you" I felt hot tears sting my eyes as the words left my mouth.

"You never woke up. We dropped out of playing the rest of the season, we couldn't do it without you, man. And we still haven't even picked another captain- we can't replace you" Patrick assured his team captain.

"So- so I was in an accident?" He asked in disbelief. It was a miracle he was walking, talking, and moving around like nothing had even happened; it was truly a medical mystery why he was even still with us. "How long was I- was I out for?" He asked the question I had no desire to ever answer. Patrick and I both looked at each other, faces pale white, afraid to answer the question.

"A year Jon" I finally whispered, looking down at the ground. The room stayed silent for what seemed like hours. Nobody so much as moved an inch. I finally gained the courage to look up at Jon. His facial expression was blank; I couldn't read what he was feeling.

"Jon?" I asked, tears running down my face. "I thought I lost you. I thought I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I know this is a lot to take in, but trust me when I say I will help you every step of the way. As will Ryder, Aveyah, Patrick and all the members of your team" I held his hand tightly.

"I- I-" he stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I saw his eyes well up with tears that began to gently cascade down his beautiful face. I immediately pulled him in close, resting his head on my shoulder, my head on his. I gently stroked his back as he cried into my arms.

"I know it's a lot man- but like Addie said, we're all here for you" Patrick spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. Jon looked up at him, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You're right, it's just a lot to take in at once" Jon replied, and we nodded in agreement. "Can I meet Aveyah?" He asked, turning to me. I smiled widely, dreaming of this moment since I found out he was in a coma.

"Of course, if the doctor says you can go home, we can go see them right now" I smiled, standing up. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt happy. The love of my life was alive, and seemingly well. "I'll go speak with Sarah" I kissed Jon lightly before leaving the room to find her. She was standing at her desk, a wide grin on her face as I approached her.

"Sorry, I couldn't spoil it!" She shrieked and I smiled exciedly, jumping I to her arms of a hug. "So can't even tell you how lucky he is Addie" she turned right to business. "Everything seems completely normal; he's able to walk, talk... The only thing he will have to do is endure some physio to get him back I to shape for hockey" she looked at her clipboard in awe. "Seriously Addie. I've never seen someone come out of a year long coma and walk out of here the next day"

"I don't think I ever believed in miracles until now" I smiled widely and brightly. "So he's able to go?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.

"He's free to go" Sarah announced, handing me all the information I needed about his physio. My husband was finally coming home, I couldn't believe it. I walked back to the doctors office, with the biggest smile on my face; I couldn't wait to become a family again.

Notes

so Jon is back! Yay, quite a scare though! Thanks of reading, commenting, rating and subscribing! You a
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