Raining on Sunday

3 Weeks Later

-James POV-

“One way ticket to Nashville.” I told the airport attendant and handed her my credit card. “The next flight leaves at 4:30, that’s roughly two hours of wait time.” She said, I nodded, figuring as much. I signed my signature, and checked in my luggage. After getting through security I made my way to my terminal, and sat, plugging in my laptop and opening up the Internet explorer. I sighed reading the latest on ESPN and read emails from my new coach who was anxiously awaiting my arrival at training camp. I scrolled past some spam emails until I saw a new one from Geno.

From: Evgeni Malkin (evgenimalk@pensteam.com)

Subject: you should call

Lazy-how is Nashville? Tried texting you a few times, and giving you a couple calls but got no answer. Give me a call as soon as you can, I have some news for you if you haven’t heard already

Geno

I closed out of the email and dug my phone out my pocket, scrolling to his number and holding my ear to my phone. It rang a few times and then went to voicemail, so I hung up. I felt something wrong in the pit of my stomach, and opened up the internet again and went on Facebook, something I haven’t done since I left on vacation. I scrolled through and saw nothing of matter, and went to the search bar and typed: Eisley Kemp. As soon as I saw her profile picture I felt my stomach drop, butterflies enveloped all over as I looked at the picture of her and Sidney that displayed on my screen. I hesitantly clicked on it, taking me to her profile. Her latest status consisted of a picture of her and a puppy. She captioned it, “Just movies and hot cocoa for me and baby Winter, ahh the single life in Pittsburgh :P” So, her and Sid aren’t dating? Sure would seem like it from her profile picture. I scrolled down some more, and read a few statues about a countdown till training camp started. All seemed fine until I stopped and saw Samantha Johnston’s comment on her status about feeling sick, “You never called! Do you know the due date yet?” My stomach dropped and flipped a million times. She was pregnant. I chucked my laptop to the side of me and ran to the closest trashcan, emptying the contents of my stomach into it. I reached with a shaking hand for the phone in my pocket, stumbling to the bathroom. I dialed Geno’s number again, and once again he didn’t answer. I felt sick again. I scrolled through and dialed Sidney Crosby’s number. “Pick up, Kid. Pick up!” I exclaimed to myself pacing around the bathroom. Why wouldn’t she call me? Was it even mine? It couldn’t of been. It’s probably Sidney’s. I threw up again in the sink in the bathroom. “Fuck!” I yelled to myself, punching the wall.

-Eisley’s POV-

First day back at training camp was a success, all of the players were on the top of their game, and were excited to be back. Even Sidney was doing great practicing; despite the emotional break up we had had just previously a few weeks ago. I was proud to watch all the men skating around on the ice in front of me. “How you feeling, Kemp?” Coach asked, patting my back. “Proud as ever, the boys are doing great.” I smiled. “That’s not what I was asking about, Eisley. How’s the little one cooking in there?” He sat pointing towards my stomach. I nodded, smiling, with my hand placed on the lower part of my stomach. “Doctor said everything’s going swimmingly in there.” He nodded and turned his attention back to the boys skating around in front of us. I had found out I was about 13 weeks pregnant, and was due in April. I was scared, but excited now that I had seen my baby. I told Sid the truth, and though he wanted to stay together, I didn’t want to complicate his life with mine and bring him down with me, so we decided friends would be best until we knew exactly what was going to happen. If he had stayed as my boyfriend, the press would tear him apart and so would the Penguins association. I missed Sid, but I had already been selfish enough, and I couldn’t put him through anymore. I stopped trying to get a hold of James after my third rejected call, and an incident occurred on Instagram. Rebecca Neal, James’ younger sister had posted a photo of her and a boy, Melanie Collins had wrote “What a power couple” underneath it, and Rebecca commented back, “We both know who the REAL power couple is here ;) can’t wait to see you both soon!” After close following, Melanie had posted pictures of her and Nixon. I knew he was a lost cause, and decided to keep his life uncomplicated. “Eisley! How are you?” I heard a sweet voice behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned and saw Sam, walking towards me. I held out my arms and hugged her, and told her I was fine. “What are you doing here?” I asked, she smiled and shrugged, saying she was visiting her dad after work. We walked back towards the office, and talked about little things before we ran into Sid. “Hey Sid!” She smiled and threw her arms around his neck. He smiled and greeted her, watching the two interact, I felt sick. A ping of jealousy ran through me, but I kept a pleasant smile. Sid looked towards me and pulled me into a sweaty hug. “How’s my little shrimp today?” He asked, rubbing my belly. I laughed and told him, that the baby was fine. He smiled and kissed my forehead, continuing off to the locker room. “You know, for two people who just broke up, you guys still act like you are together.” Sam spoke. I shrugged and kept walking, pulling out my phone and scrolling through unread text messages. “Well, I have to get home. Winter probably is dying to go outside. I’ll text you later, you still free for dinner?” I asked. She nodded, “I invited Sidney, I hope that’s okay.” She invited Sid? They were talking outside of the Consol? I agreed, and nodded, turning on my heel to clock out and walk out to my car. This was going to be an interesting night.

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