Never Let Go.

‘Jamie’s POV’

This is it. We have finally done it, the Stars have brought the Stanley Cup back to Dallas! For all my years in the NHL this is what I’ve been playing for. I thought just making it to the playoffs was cool in the beginning, or winning the Art Ross but this? This is the epitome of the sport. This is what every hockey player dreams of, and I have finally reached my goal.

As the man hands the shining silver trophy over to me the sounds of the crowd are gone and I’m in my own world for a second, just me and The Stanley Cup. It’s only seconds before my teammates are crowded around me and the sounds are back. We did it, we are the champions. The American Airlines Center is deafening loud when I snap back into reality, a sea of victory green screaming their heads off for us. We have resurrected hockey in the state of Texas, once again the city of Dallas is victorious.

After a short celebration amongst the team a carpet is rolled out and our family members and friends are hitting the ice. My head is on a swivel looking around and around for my redhead and our families. I know Kieran has heels on and she’s already 6’1 so she should stand out but I still can’t find her. Leaving the trophy with Eaves I skate around the arena, finding her just as her foot steps onto the carpet. Damn she looks beautiful, a tiny tank top on an my jersey tied around her waist, “Kieran!” I yell and her head snaps in my direction a smile on her face that could light up the sky.

Reaching for her I pick her up from the carpet as I kiss her making her squeal when her feet leave the ground. “Jamie! I can’t skate in these!!” I look down at her huge heels laughinh, sometimes she is such a girly girl it is unreal. “Well you better hold on tight then,” Her arms around my neck and her legs are squeezing my torso tight in her leather looking pants. “Congratulations Captain, I love you” she pecks my lips as I continue to skate holding onto her tighter as we dodge the on ice traffic.

After a victory lap with my trophy of a wife I drop Kieran back on the carpet skating beside her as she goes to see the Cup for the first time. Kieran and I’s parents are both there with Jordie and a very pregnant Jess admiring the trophy. “Congratulations son,” my dad says hugging me while my mom continues to cry tears of joy for her two victorious sons. Picking up the trophy I stand behind Kieran letting her mom take pictures of us with the Stanley Cup, something I’ve been dreaming of my whole life. We kiss the cup together, a hockey player’s dream to hold the one you love and the most distinct trophy in sports. As the ice begins to clear off it’s time to go get changed and deal with more media before we can go out and celebrate.

‘Kieran’s POV’

I knew it before this season even began that it was the Stars year and now here we are holding the Stanley Cup in Dallas, Texas. This night has been incredible, winning the series over Buffalo 4-2 thankfully avoiding the stress of Game 7. It’s an amazing feeling holding the Stanley Cup, (well kind of holding it Jamie did most of the heavy lifting) holding the Cup over my head. I can’t wait to see the pictures my mom took of us I am sure they are priceless and full of emotion.

Downstairs of the American Airlines Center has been taken over by the WAGs setting up camp in a bathroom to prepare for the nights festivities. All of us women filed into the room fixing our tear streaked makeup and changing into outfits to wear out to celebrate the victory. I straighten the white crop top I had been wearing and untie Jamie’s jersey from my waist, before running my fingers through the mess of curls resting on my shoulders. This had to be one of the more risky outfits I had worn to a hockey game but I had faith that we would be celebrating tonight.

Once I’m done I join Lauren and some of the other girls in the lounge. “Who would have ever thought we’d both be hockey wives?” I ask Lauren as I plop down on the couch in the players’ lounge. She smirks, “Hey now, I’m not a wife yet!” she laughs but she knows one day she will marry Cody. “But, no one! We were supposed to marry baseball players or cowboys! But I’m glad we didn’t because this is so freaking cool!” She’s right this feeling is amazing, the immense amount of pride and joy I’m feeling right now is something I never want to lose.

Hours later in a downtown Dallas bar rented out just for the team we’ve got the Stanley Cup filled with champagne and everyone has drank from it at least once. The team is a hot mess but they deserve it, it’s been one hell of a season. There’s a lot of media in here but they’ve come to expect this kind of behavior from Cup winners. I’m not drunk but I’m feeling pretty good, I am trying to stay coherent to get Jamie and Tyler home as they’re in worse shape than me. Actually, Tyler is surprisingly calm compared to some of the other guys but I guess he must have learned his lesson from Boston.

Out of nowhere 4 am rolls around and everyone is slowly fading and I decide that it’s time to for us to go. Rounding up Jamie and Tyler I get their focus by clapping in their very drunk faces, “Alright champs let’s get ya’ll home.” No one opposes and that makes it easier to get them into the cab. Getting them out once we get home however isn’t going to be so easy.

As soon as the cab takes off Tyler is half asleep against the window and his eyes are droopy and I can tell that Jamie is going to puke soon I can see it in his eyes. My unconditioned maternal instincts have me getting Jamie outside and into the grass of our front yard as soon as the cabbie puts the car in park. The cab driver laughs as I drag the other wasted guy out of the car, he wishes me good luck before driving away and I know that I’m going to need it.

As anticipated just as I get Tyler up to the front door Jamie begins fertilizing the grass, I groan at the sounds it is way too late or early for this shit. “Jame, baby I’ll be right back please don’t die.” I yell as I unlock the door quickly throwing Tyler onto the couch as Knox licks his face.
Back outside my highly intoxicated husband has somehow managed to stand up, “Feel better champ?” he shakes his head no and I hold onto him as we walk inside. “How about you just sleep down here with Ty, stairs probably aren’t a good idea right now.” He kicks off his shoes and flops down on the couch without a single word. “Well that was easy,” I mumble grabbing a trashcan for them both before heading upstairs to our bed. Those two were going to be a world of pain in the morning, who knew being victorious was going to hurt so badly?

Notes

Sorry for the lack of updates! I have been hella busy moving from my dorm back home for the summer! Enjoy the Stars winning the Stanley Cup! If only it were to really happen, huh?! ;) xoxo - Ally

Victory.