He called me his girlfriend. That was the thought that keep racing though my head as I sat in Tyler’s car and waited for him. I mean I don’t know what I expected him to call me, but we never actually discussed labels before.
I was knocked out of my thought as the driver’s side door open. I watched as Tyler’s head tilted back as he laughed at something Jamie said as he made his way over to his car.
A huge smile covered Tyler face as he slide into the car and closed the door behind him.
I sigh, not really wanting to ruin his good mood, but I had to know. “Tyler,” I swallowed as he turned to look at me. “Did you just call me your girlfriend?”
“Yea, I guess I did,” he nervously ran a hand though his dark hair as he stared out the windshield. “I’m sorry Brittany, I guess I just got caught up in the moment and didn’t know what else to call you.”
“It’s okay,” I reassured him as I took his hand that lightly rested on the steering and brought it to my lap. “I mean, I guess I kind of am your girlfriend, huh.”
“Yea,” he agreed as his shoulders relaxed as he gave my hand a squeeze. “I guess that means I’m kind of your boyfriend.”
“I guess it does,” I grinned, not sure what else to say.

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There wasn’t much time for me to comprehend the fact that we were actually a couple now because that night we found ourselves on a plane to Boston, the start of a four game road trip for the Stars and for the most part it didn’t feel any different. I mean it was a bit odd when Coach Ruff pulled Tyler and I aside before we got on the plane and made it very clear that even if we were ‘together’ that did not mean we’d get to share a room, but other than that, the guys were no different. They still teased Tyler and me, and found it hilarious when I still blushed even though Roussel told me that there was no need to be embarrassed anymore because they all knew. Yet I didn’t find that any more comforting.
Tyler did enjoy the fact that he got to introduce me to his old team, not only as the performance coach, but as his girlfriend and I was pretty such Marchand and a couple of the other guys just about shit there pants when Tyler said that.
Other than that, the road trip was pretty normal, the Stars kicked the Bruins a**, with a final score of 5 to 2, and they used that momentum to defeat the Penguins two nights later. Two days after that it was off to Detroit to take on the Red Wings. This game unfortunately did not go as well as they would have liked. The Red Wings had a 1 to nothing lead going into the third period, luckily a late period goal by Eakin pushed the game to overtime, but the Stars couldn’t pull out the win.
They were on a downward spiral since then, with a loss to the Hurricanes the night after, and a loss to the Predators a couple nights after that. That is how I found myself in the locker Tuesday night before the Stars took on the Blues, my new I – Pod in hand.
This time though, I was in charge of my I – Pod. I smiled to myself as I clicked my work – out playlist. I only hoped these songs would pump up the guys like they pump up me. Even if that meant I would have to sing to them.
"Grab somebody sexy telling them hey...” I sang as I walked over to Roussel, who’s been awfully quite these last couple of games.
“Really,” Tyler shook his head as he taped his stick, “out of all these guys to call sexy, you pick him.”
“Yea,” I turned to Tyler with a shrug, “he's French."
“Well I'm French Canadian.” Tyler argued.
“Mais parlez-vous français,” (but do you speak French) I asked, hoping I said it right; it’s been awhile since I used any French.
“Huh?”
“Exactly...” I gave Tyler a quick grin before I turned back to Roussel who looked at me with a mesmerized look on his face.
“Tu parle français,” (do you speak French) he asked.
“Un peu,” (a little) I told him with a shy smile.
“Je suis impressioné petite américain,” (I’m impressed little American) he nodded his approval before he went back to lacing his skates.
“Merci.” (thank you)
“I didn’t know they taught French in American schools.” Demers spoke up from his stall opposite of Roussel.
“They don’t, well it’s an elective if you choice to take it, but I kind of self-taught myself before I went to Paris.”
“So you’ve been to Paris?” Roussel looked up at me, both of his skates laced. “Did you like it?”
“Not as much as London.” I confessed, and Roussel only nodded as he grabbed his elbow pad, but wasn’t able to comment any further because we were interrupted by another voice.
“So you’ve been to London too,” Tyler said, a sly smile playing on his lips as he looked up at me. “I like London. “
“Do you?” I sauntered over to Tyler, arms crossed.
“I do,” he grinned as he looked up at me, “we should go there on our honeymoon.”
I nodded, not really sure what to say. I mean it’s not like we ever discussed marriage before, plus I was pretty sure that talking about marriage with him right now would defiantly be crossing the personal/ professional line. “We’ll talk later okay,” I gave his foot a kick before I turned back to the rest of the guys.

Notes

Sorry it's been a while. Things have been pretty crazy. Enjoy!