Sure Feels Right

Even though they didn't live together anymore, Beau and Robert were still constantly together. That meant I was drug along most of the time and so was Drew. Most of the time it was to lunch or just to Beau's house.
"Oh Patrick will be in town this weekend." Judging by the look on Beau's face when she casually dropped that piece of information, it was Patrick Kane. "Don't worry, he's staying in a hotel. But, he is going to graduation with us."
"Can I get drunk with him? I think he would be fun-"
"NO!" All three of them yelled.
"I think we all know what happens when a girl gets drunk with Kane." Beau snapped. I'm guessing he had some experiences with that before.
"I don't."
"And you aren't going to find out." Robert finished his gatorade and threw it to the garbage but missed. I laughed. I thought he was good at basketball.
"Not sure why you're worried. I do kind of have this massive rock on my hand," I held up my hand, "This kinda means you're stuck with me. Forever. I'll be faithful as long as you will. I'd actually be faithful without it, but it's not going anywhere."
"I'm not worried about you I just-"
"Pat is a good guy. He respects boundaries." Drew cut him off. Both of the guys had the idea that he was a man whore. Which he kinda was, but hell. What single girl wouldn't sleep with him given the chance?
I'm sure he is a sweet guy. From what Drew has said, I wouldn't take him to be a guy to ruin relationships. I trust her over Beau or Robert when it comes to judging a guy's character.
"I'm going to drink with him. You can come if you want, if not I'll make sure to go home to you." He is the only one I wanted to go home with, but he never understood that.
Robert sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
God damn, my fiancé is hot.
"Since I can't really say no, you can go. But the minute he touches you in someway being anything more than friends, I'm going to beat him."
I figured I'd be spending a lot of time with Patrick, but I didn't realize that I would be sitting at my kitchen table with him, alone, while Robert, Beau, and Drew did something in town. They probably told me but whenever Beau or Drew talks, I stop listening. It's usually about the baby and as much as I want to care, I don't.
"Don't you have a hotel room? Why are you here?"
"Don't ask me. Drew dropped me off and said you were to entertain me." He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. I secretly wished he would fall over in his chair.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
"Sorry, forgot I was with a five year old."
I stood up to get a gatorade from the fridge and started to pace around my kitchen, figuring out what to do with the hockey player sitting just feet away from me.
>> We're gonna be stuck here for a while. Be home in a few hours. Take him to dinner or something.
<< You are so making this up to me tonight.
>> Gladly ;)
I walked over to the freezer to see what I had in stock in terms of alcohol. I moved a few things around to see a full bottle of Fireball and some Bacardi that someone had already drank. Bitches stealing my booze.
"Fireball or black cherry rum?" He didn't answer right away and I didn't feel like waiting. "Fireball it is."
I set the bottle in front of him and grabbed two shot glasses before sitting at the table. He had some stupid look on his face that said, "What are we doing?"
"We're getting drunk," I answered his unspoken question. "Stop looking at me like an idiot. It's not attractive."
I opened the bottle and took a pull before pouring him a shot. He stared at it, once again with a dumb look on his face. I really didn't expect what he was going to tell me next, though.
"I- I'm not drinking," he quietly told me, "I'm actually trying to clean up my act a little."
I drank the shot I had originally poured for him and set the glass in the sink behind me. I sat there and studied him for a minute. He started fidgeting with his phone, then started messing the bottom part of his shirt.
"What's going on, Kane?" His baby blue eyes met mine for a second before looking back down. "Okay, I know we met like twenty minutes ago but I'm not gonna tell everyone your secrets. I'd be a shitty psychiatrist if I did that. You can seriously tell me anything and I won't judge you. There's a possibility I might call you fucking stupid, but I won't think any less of you."
A smile started tugging at the side of his mouth and he got up to get something out of the fridge. Fucker took my last orange gatorade.
"So what's up."
He drank almost half the bottle before answering, "I want to settle down."
"Stop sleeping around and find yourself a nice girl." I deadpanned as I slid my Gatorade back and forth between hands.
"I already did."
His statement hit my like a ton of bricks. The bottle fell off the table into my lap and I stared at where it should have been. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I probably knew that he still had feelings for her or whatever, but it slipped my mind.
I slowly looked up at him, trying to think of what to say.
"Let me guess. She's pregnant with a guy who doesn't know what he has."
"Yep," he said. Popping the 'p', "No matter how hard I try, I can't get over her.. And we were never even dating."
I sighed and grabbed the bottle before it fell on the floor. I didn't even know how to go about this without pissing someone off. Wait. When did I care about that?
"I honestly don't know what to tell you. I can't tell exactly give you advice about how to win her over because Robert would kill me." I pulled my knees up close to my body and rested my chin on my knees. "I guess, you just gotta stick through it. I mean, if she's really the girl you want to be with, you just have to be there for her if - when - Beau makes a mistake. I've never been in your situation so I really have no idea if that helped or not."
"It's fine. I figured that."
"She really has nothing but good things to say about you, Pat."
He stared at the table, not saying a word. I felt bad that I couldn't help him, but I knew Beau, Robert, and Drew would be mad at me if I said anything more. I hated this, but I wouldn't be surprised if he committed some infidelity.
"Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving and need some cheesecake." I grabbed my keys and put the bottle of Fireball back in the freezer.
While the guest speaker was talking to the graduating class, I couldn't help but smile. I got into grad school, I got engaged, I don't think my life could get much better.
Except for getting a puppy. A puppy would make everything better.
I studied the shiny rock on my hand. Robert was sitting in the stands with my family, Drew, Beau, and Patrick. I was glad I wore waterproof makeup because I started crying. I never would have imagined my life to be this way, but now I can't imagine it any differently.
As soon as everyone threw their caps, I made my way to find my family members. I saw Robert above everyone else and ran straight to him, tears running down my face. He spun me around just like he had so many times before.
"I love you, Scarlett. I'm so proud of you." He whispered into my ear before letting me greet the others. A couple of my aunts and uncles were here, along with their children. I'd see my Vancouver relatives when I'm home for Kenzie's wedding.
We talked for a while and took more pictures than I wanted to, but finally I was heading back to the house with Robert. I had plans with my family for dinner and some with friends tonight, but I planned on doing nothing in the five hours before then besides curling up in bed and sleeping.
I walked straight into our bedroom - I'm still not used to saying that - and took off my dress to replace it with one of his t-shirts. Before I could get into the comfortable bed that was calling my name, Robert came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned around and placed both hands on his chest, taking in how he looked in the button up he was wearing.
"Let's get married," I said, biting back a smile.
"Well I didn't just drop a ridiculous amount of money because I wanted you to just be my girlfriend."
"Next summer. I don't want a long engagement anymore. I want a marriage."
"Okay," he smirked, "We'll start planning when we get back from vacation."
"What? We never talked about a vacation.."
"Well, it's kind of a two part thing. I wanted to go to Mexico and the other part is your grad present. It's a secret so don't even think about asking."
He slipped out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt before pulling me into bed with him. It was a little upsetting when I had to get up and put on actual clothes before going to dinner. Especially when all I really wanted to do was to celebrate.
I started the celebration with my family. I threw back a couple of beers during dinner. Did a little pregaming in the car when going to pick up friends. Was halfway gone by the time I walked into the bar. I felt kind of bad that my sister had to be the driver tonight, but then again I didn't.
Katie was trying so hard to start something with Patrick, it was funny. He was being so polite about trying to turn her down, but she just wasn't getting the point.
"Katie, he's got eyes for another girl. Go find someone else to hit on tonight." I bluntly told her. I really wasn't in the mood for anything like that. Or maybe I just wasn't drunk enough.
I think it was the second part, to be honest, because I attempted to play shot for shot with Robert and after that I just laughed at her failed attempts.
Pat seemed to be going hard. I guess that was no surprise though. He was leaning a little too close to me while Robert was off talking to someone else, but drunk me thought it was alright. I unintentionally started leaning into him until my fiance came over and took me to the dance floor.
"No more being around Kane when I'm not next to you." He pulled me close to him and had a tight hold on my hips. He was pissed and kept giving dirty looks to Patrick who had found himself a redhead to talk with. Even if I was sober, I would have found this amusing. I just let him be upset over nothing for the time being. But later that night, I brought it up.
"You're pissed over something stupid." Even after the long night I had, my words were just barely starting to slur. He wouldn't look at me while he threw his pants in the laundry basket. "Someone's jealous." I winked, taking off my shirt.
I stood there in my bra and skimpy panties, but he still wouldn't look at me. I put on hand on my hip and ran the other through my hair. There was no way he'd be able to keep up the silent treatment any longer.
"Jealous of Kane?" He finally spoke, placing his hands on my waist. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one looking at you right now, not him." He placed a kiss on my collar bone, "I am the one that gets to wake up next to you whenever I'm home." And again. "I get to be the father of your children. I get to spend the rest of my life with you. But the most important thing right now is that I get to see you in a bikini for almost a week straight. So no, I'm not jealous of him. I'm not happy that he was that close to you, but I think I won that."

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