Sure Feels Right

We wouldn't be in Vancouver very long, not even a week and I left Robert alone with my family on the first night. I felt kind of bad, but I didn't really plan this.
"Are you sure you don't mind? I mean, I will stay with you if you want me to." I spun around in my old desk chair, staring at the ceiling.
"Scar, it's fine. Go have fun with your friends and I'll have some quality bonding time with the future in-laws."
"Yeah. That's exactly what I want you to do. Bond with my father." I heard Kenzie honk outside, "I'll be back later tonight."
He followed me to the front door and kissed me goodbye. I walked out to the suv only to find the only completely sober person in the vehicle was Anna, Kenzie's step-sister.
"You aren't drunk enough!" Amy pushed a bottle in my face.
"I'm not drunk at all. I thought we were having a girls night." I took a pull and gave the bottle back to Amy.
"We are! A drunk one!" Oh good. That's exactly what I wanted.
Kenzie handed me a bottle of my favorite wine and a corkscrew. As much as a drunk girls night sounded, I was going to limit myself to this bottle. I did have to go back to my parent's house tonight.
We all sat in Kenzie's living room with our alcohol of choice. All of our old dance friends were talking about their lives while I was making my way through this bottle of moscato.
"What about you, Scarlett?"
"I got into grad school and uh, am engaged." Whenever people ask me about my life, it's like I forget how to speak.
"Who is it?"
"Where's he from?"
"What does he do?"
"Robert Bortuzzo, he's from Ontario, and he's a hockey player." I finished the drink in my cup before pouring myself another.
"Where at in Ontario?" Michelle asked, I completely forgot she was from that province.
"Thunder Bay."
"Does that make him your thunder bae?" Amy started laughing and soon the rest of the girls were overcome with a case of the giggles.
"Scarlett never used to like sex until she met Robert." Kenzie blatantly told the room. They all stopped to stare at me, wondering why that was.
"It was mediocre at best before him," I mumbled, "Now it's-"
"Mind blowing?"
"I was going for meaningful, but hey. That works too." I was reminded why I never get drunk with large groups of females. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my night at all.
"No but really. How is the sex with a professional athlete?" Amy asked. All I could think was why. Why me? Why does everyone care about my life now that I'm engaged to someone who is somewhat famous.
"Can we not talk about my sex life? That would be awesome."
"You're boring." I had never liked talking to Amy, mainly because of her voice. It was high pitched and obnoxious. She was the stereotypical blonde dancer. Stick thin and had all the guys chasing after her. What I would give to look like that.
"You annoying." I snapped.
Since everyone was drunk by 8, it meant most girls were going home by 11. I nominated myself to get dropped off first. I needed to get away from these girls. You would think that being drunk with Beau several times would make girls seem a little less annoying, but they all kind of act the same after so many drinks.
I staggered to the door, not realizing my dad and fiancé were sitting on the porch. I had gotten to the door and sighed. The door was heavy and I didn't want to attempt opening it right now.
"What, too drunk to open the door?" My dad laughed causing me to jump.
"Jesus, dad."
"At least she's not dancing on a table, drunk. Oh and I usually go by Robert." My fiance laughed as he finished his beer. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with two smartass men.
"I'm not drunk. This door is heavy and I'm tired." I complained, waiting for someone to open the door for me so I could go to bed.
"Scar how much did you drink?" My father asked, he's seen me tipsy and he's seen me smashed. Never inbetween.
I paused for a second, trying to think of what all I had consumed for the night, "I almost finished a bottle of wine."
"You are definitely your mother's child." He stood up and opened the door for me. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
Robert followed me to my room where we stripped off our clothes and walked to my bathroom. Being drunk and barely clothed next to your very fit boyfriend was never fun.
"I look huge next to you."
"Yeah. Next to the six foot four, 215 pound hockey player. You look massive," he joked, pulling me close to his chest, "The only thing you look next to me is gorgeous. Stop getting down on yourself. Brush your teeth and let's go to bed. We have a long couple of days ahead of us." He kissed the top of my head, but I wouldn't let go.
I spun around, checking to see if my hair was how I wanted it. I turned to Rob, who was leaning against the door frame, waiting for me to finish getting ready. "How do I look?"
"It's a shame you're just the maid of honor," He smiled and stood up straight. He had on a pair of light blue shorts and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The shithead knows exactly what he's doing.
"You know what they say, always the bridesmaid, never the bride."
"I think maybe that'll change one day." He walked over to me and placed his hands on my waist as he started to dance.
"Heaven help the guy who wants to deal with me until we die. I'm a lot to handle."
"I have two hands."
I studied the ring on my finger, wondering how I got this lucky. It had been a couple of months since we had gotten engaged, but it still didn't feel like it actually happened.
"We should get going. You don't want to be late. Kenzie might kill you."
Poor Robert sat at the church while we took pictures. He ended up being the photographer's assistant. I don't think he enjoyed it, but he didn't complain.
The ceremony was long and the church was hot. I'm not sure why I chose a long dress, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn't sure if I was getting married at a church, but it sure was not going to be this one.
The amount of pictures Kenzie had taken was ridiculous. My cheeks were starting to starting to hurt from smiling so much. I was happy for my best friend, I really was, but my goodness I can't smile that much.
Food was eaten and toasts were given and I could finally drink something other than champagne. I went to the bar and ordered some whiskey.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." My mom held her arms out to hug me.
"Yeah, because this morning I didn't help you decide what you wanted to wear to the wedding or anything." I sat down next to Robert, eating some of the food off of his plate.
"You know there's still food up there if you're hungry," He scoffed as I ate another carrot. He responded by finishing my drink, only to end up coughing.
"How can you drink that straight?" He chased my whiskey with the rest of the water in his glass.
"Lots and lots of practice."
I enjoyed weddings, to a point. I loved getting to see the bride and the groom's reaction when he sees her for the first time. The way they moved together in their first dance. It was great for the first few hours. After people started to drink, it got a little old.
"Do you want to dance?"
I looked at Robert with wide eyes, shocked at what he asked. He stood up and held out a hand. Without thinking, I let him pull me to my feet and lead me to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held my hand as I rested my head on his chest.
"I thought you didn't dance."
"I don't," he let out a breathy laugh, "And I didn't exactly ask girls for their numbers when they were trying to sneak out of my room after hooking up until you. But I guess you're different."
"I'm not making you dance."
"But I know you wanted to."
"How did I get so lucky?" I bit back a smile. I really couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
The problem with staying at my house, is that someone was almost always there. We were both starting to get.. Frusterated. Of course there was always the option of the car, but that would be a little cramped.
Before we went to look at wedding venues, we decided to take full advantage of the empty house.. Then my sister walked in.
"Oh my God!" She slammed the door and I could hear her run down the hall.
That was going to make for an awkward family dinner tonight.
We ran all over Vancouver, trying to find a place that we would both like. I kind of wanted it to be inside, but Robert wanted it to be outside. So we compromised and decided to have it outside. Funny how that works.
"Well, my aunt has a barn thing where we have family gatherings and what not, maybe we could have it out there?"
"Yeah, let's go check it out." I gave him directions to the ranch that was probably twenty minutes from town.
My aunt showed us where we could have the ceremony and we agreed that this would be perfect. I told her we would get back to her about all the other details once we figured them out. We did have at least a year before we would have a wedding. Planning around hockey would not be easy.
"I think that's enough planning for now. Well, we should probably get the guest list together some time soon." I told him as we pulled into the driveway, just in time for dinner.
It wasn't as bad as we thought it would be, but then my sister opened her mouth.
"Scarlett and Robert were having sex this morning." She's twenty, for crying out loud. I cannot believe she's still this immature.
"Don't you have a boyfriend to be attached to?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging her to say more.
"Yeah," My dad said, "So?"
"Aren't you going to yell at her?" She whined, looking back and forth between our parents.
"For what? She's twenty two, in grad school, and engaged. I might be wrong here, but I think they'll be alright if she gets pregnant. He does have a pretty nice paycheck."
"What? He's a Penguin. You hate the Penguins, almost as much as the Bruins." Lilly was getting worked up for no reason.
"You're just upset that dad doesn't like your boyfriend, but he likes Robert. Get over it."
"She's the favorite child." She muttered.
"Yeah, I'm totally the favorite child."
"We love you both equally." My mother tried to calm her youngest child down, "If anything, we favored you as a child."
"Please."
"It's true, Lilly. You were the better dancer. You were prettier. You got all the awards. You were mom's perfect daughter and I accepted that. I loved playing hockey and dancing. Stop acting like you're so abused just because our parents are completely fine with me having sex with the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."
I huffed and grabbed my plate before storming to my room. I didn't care that mom favored her when we were younger. It really took the pressure off of me. I mean, my dad pushed me to be a better hockey player but supported my decision when I quit for dance. But tonight, she was completely unreasonable.
"You forgot your water," Robert placed the bottle on my dresser and sat down beside me, "You never told me your parents favored her."
"Why bring it up if I didn't care? It kept the pressure off of me. My dad absolutely loved that I was playing hockey with a boys team, a year older than me. He knew I could handle it. Hell, I did more than handle it. I made some kid cry in one of my last games." I smiled at the memory. Whenever one of the guys saw my pony tail, they would avoid me. Until they realized I could hold my own. Then it was game on. "She just acts like a spoiled brat sometimes and that's what I can't handle.
"Will you play hockey with me?" He completely changed the subject.
"Yeah, of course. I'm probably not good anymore. I wasn't exactly an offensive defenseman."
"That's fine. I'll work with you."

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