Sure Feels Right

The next morning sadness turned into anger. Normally, I didn't care if he called me a bitch. I know I am. But it was the way he said it. He was saying that to hurt me. But why? Was I really bothering him that much?
I woke up before Robert, so I quietly went to our room and changed into some warmer clothes before going on a run. It had been a while since I did something other than dance as a workout and naturally, I wanted to get my mind off everything that had happened the night before, so I ran pretty hard.
I went as far and as hard as I could before I puked. There was nothing in my stomach besides some water and stomach acid, making me dry heave on the side of the road until my body was sure that nothing else would come out.
I walked a few steps with my hands on my hips before sitting down on the curb. I rested my head on my knees, trying to breathe as even as possible.
"Fuck." I cried. Soon, there were tears streaming down my face. I wanted to know what I did that made him that mad.
When I got back to the house, Robert had already gone to practice. I showered and went to the library where I would spend most of my time that day.
Then the time came when I reluctantly left my table and slowly made my way to Console Energy Center. I bought a beer - actually, I bought two - before heading up to the girlfriends suite to meet Drew.
"Scarlett!" She turned around and saw the look on my face, "Oh no."
"What?" The girl next to her turned around to see what she was talking about. I didn't know who she was, she must be new.
"What's wrong?" Drew asked, motioning towards the two drinks I had in my hands.
"Robert's pissed for some reason and went off on me last night so I slept in the guest bedroom with Stanley. Ran so hard I puked. Haven't talked to him and he hasn't tried to apologize at all. I do not want to be here." I rambled. "He called me a bitch. Not like he normally does. Like he was being a complete dick about it."
I sat down next to the new girl and kept talking to myself. "I'm Scarlett, Bortuzzo's fiancée. I'm a bitch so don't take it personally."
"I'm Megan. Jay's girlfriend." She looked so sweet and innocent, couldn't have been older than 20.
"Student?"
"Pre-med at Duquesne."
"Wow. Girl's got some dreams. We might just get along." I brought the bottle up to my lips, savoring the taste of the drink. I'm sure those mountains wouldn't be blue for much longer.
"Why are you here if you're pissed at Rob?"
"Just because you could wring someone's neck, doesn't mean you stop loving or supporting them." I told her as I watched my fiancé warm up. He seemed every bit as frustrated as I did. Hopefully he takes it out on some guy. "I'm really sorry if this offends you, but what exactly is your age?"
"19."
"You're too quiet for this. You and Drew are going to be best friends, I can tell."
Megan turned to Miller, "Is she always this straight forward?"
"I'm afraid so," she sympathetically told her as she bounced her little boy on her knee.
"He's such a fucking asshole," I mumbled as I raided the food table. "I want some tacos. Tacos sound good. Do they have tacos? No. Of course they don't."
The game started and I settled down. For the most part at least. I didn't want Megan to be completely horrified after her first game with me. I'm sure it's going to be a lot worse come playoffs.
"Okay, fuckface. Stop letting them past you." The Rangers had just scored again and it was completely Robert's fault. This wouldn't have been a huge deal, but their super model of a goalie wasn't letting anything past him.
I had started to calm down for a while when he started to play better. Then out of nowhere, he was slammed into the boards. At first, I thought he was going to be fine. He's bigger than most players. He can take a hit. But he fell to the ice and didn't get up.
"Fuck." I got out of my chair and went to the railing. "Come on, get up. Why isn't he getting up?" I looked to Drew. She should know. She knows everything when it comes to sports medicine.
"It could be anything, Scarlett. I'm sure he'll be fine." Her voice was calm. Mine was anything but.
A few minutes passed and he still hadn't gotten up so they put him on a stretcher. "You said he's going to be fine."
"Scar-"
"No. I'm going down there." I ran out of the suite, jogging down the stairs until I found the door I needed to go through. I heard footsteps following me. I guessed it was probably Drew. She had a little leeway in this building when it came to security.
"I'm sorry I can't let you in there, ma'am."
"Like hell you can. Bortuzzo's my fiance and I want to see him now."
"Mike it's fine. She can go back there." Drew called from a few feet away.
"It's good to see you again, Miller." He said as he finally let me back to the locker room area. I had only been back there a few times so I had no idea where I was going.
"This way," she led me to the trainers office and walked right in. I'm guessing she knew her replacement because he seemed pretty friendly with her.
"He most likely has a concussion. A pretty severe one, too." The man said. Robert was still a little out of it so I stood off to the side, holding back tears. "He's going to be out for a few games."
I wasn't surprised. With a hit that hard, I'm glad something worse didn't happen.
"I'm going back out to the ice, come get me if you need anything." Drew and the trainer left us alone in the room together. Robert was pretty out of it, I wasn't sure if he realized I was in the room or not.
"Scar, the trash." He pointed to the bucket next to me and I quickly brought it over to him, realizing what was going to happen.
Once he was finished, he got off the table and walked to the locker room. He said something about a shower, so I waiting patiently at his cubby while he washed off. The team would be back in here any minute now, as the game finished. I called Drew and had her bring my bag down to me.
The team passed me and it didn't look good. Robert talked to his coach before coming to find me. On the way home, he seemed fine other than a headache.
"Where's the truck?" He asked as we pulled in the driveway.
"Drew or Beau is going to drop it off later."
"Oh. Okay." He was confused, but that was to be expected. Good thing I didn't have much going on these next few days.
After I got Robert some Tylenol and we climbed in bed, things weren't like they usually were. There was an elephant in the room that neither of us wanted to address.
"So what exactly can I do?" His voice was low. I wanted to tell him to get some rest but it was nice to hear his voice after what had happened.
"Nothing physically or mentally demanding."
"So I can sleep?"
"Yeah pretty much."
"I'm guessing you have to almost do everything for me."
"Most things, yeah."
"But you already do that."
"I don't mind."
"I'm really sorry about last night, Scarlett. That was out of line. I appreciate everything you do."
"I know. Just try and get some sleep now. We can talk about it in the morning." I kissed him goodnight and turned off the lamp.
Unfortunately, he was tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep. Which meant I wouldn't be getting rest until he did.
"Do you need anything?" I whispered, hoping he would hear me.
"Ibuprofen." He mumbled, rolling back towards me.
"I'll get you tylenol. Ibuprofen could kill you." He half heartedly laughed at what I said and waited for me to come back with a glass of water and pain killers.
"You're the best."
I laid back down next to him and he rested his head on my chest. I started running my fingers through his hair without realizing it. He always said it helped him fall asleep when he was restless.
"Why did you come to the game?"
"Just because we were fighting, didn't mean I was going to stop supporting you. Besides, I don't think you want to hear what I was saying. Or screaming, I guess. Jay's girlfriend is never coming back to watch a game with me."
"I played horrible, I know." Well, at least he admitted it. I also might have been a little harsh on him because I was pretty pissed..
"Everyone has their bad games, babe. Sid has had his fair share of them. I mean, if you weren't concussed, we probably would have had make up sex after it. As long as you said sorry, that is." I started laughing. I like to think I'm funny. "Try to get some sleep."
I woke the next morning, still tired. I opened my eyes to find out that sometime last night - or this morning, I guess - we had switched places. I looked up and saw him smiling at me.
"Good morning, gorgeous." I personally think my fiance was probably the sexiest person on the planet. Not only his looks, but pretty much everything about him. And his morning voice definitely topped that list.
There's a possibility that I'm biased since I hear it almost every day, but it's still very true.
"How's your head?"
"Throbbing."
"Let's go downstairs and I'll get you some medicine and make breakfast." The two of us slowly got out of bed and went downstairs. "Oh and you're probably getting cereal because I'm too fucking tired to actually make something."
We sat there in silence, in our own little worlds while we consumed some sugary goodness. Technically, I was still in college so I still bought horrible junk food like the rest of my peers did. Robert was amazed at how fast I could go through pizza rolls the first time he went grocery shopping with me.
"What are you thinking about?" Robert's voice pulled me out of my trance.
"Pizza rolls."
"Scarlett, it's like 10."
"I've eaten them earlier. Perfect hangover food."
"Really Scarlett, you seemed pretty deep in thought." He got up to put his dishes away and went back to his seat across the table from me.
"I think I figured out what I want to do with my life."
"I thought you already knew."
"I do, I just figured out the jobs and what not. After I graduate for the second time, I'll maybe take a year or two off just to get everything settle before having children because I really do want them at some point. Then when they're a couple years old, I can be a professor or whatever then when the kids are all grown up I can be a psychologist." I had been thinking about this for a while.
With Robert playing hockey, I'd have to be a full time parent for a while. After a few years, I could go teach and either plan the classes around when Robert would be home or drop them off at daycare for a few hours.
He smiled, most likely realizing that it wouldn't be too long before we were going to have offspring, "I think that sounds great."
"Of course it does. I came up with the plan." He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"You just ruined a perfectly good moment with your narcissism."
"Yeah but you love me. I mean who wouldn't? I'm me."
"Uh huh. Sure. I'm going to go watch tv. Are you coming?"
"To fall asleep on you, yes."
I realized that when I said I'd marry Robert, that I was with him through the fights and the injuries and anything life threw our way. I knew I wasn't the easiest person to live with, or date for that matter, but he never really complained. He snapped every once in a while, then not much later things would be fine again. I honestly don't know how he does it. Frankly, I'd be on the street if I dated myself.

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