I saw him as soon as he walked in. His bright blonde hair and even brighter blue eyes grabbed my attention and I stopped dancing. I saw some of his teammates behind him, but no one could compare. I threw my head down, hopefully not scaring him off because of my hardcore staring and eased back into the bass drops of the music.

To my left, my best friend Jenna was dancing on a guy with brown hair and piercing green eyes. I was going to ask her if she wanted a drink but her and the guy starting making out.

"Ok then." I laughed as I walked away from the dance floor and towards the bar. The bartender smiled and as I was about to place my order, I heard a low, sexy voice in my ear.

"Can I buy you a drink?" His voice felt like sugar and sent chills through my whole body. I looked up to his blue eyes and pulled back blonde hair.

"Sure." I smirked. #1 rule of flirting: don't let the guy think he can get you easily. "Vodka club is good."

He slid over the bar and placed his order. I saw he got a jack/coke. "So what's your name?"

"Charlotte." I said sipping on my drink. "And yours?" ...like I didn't know already.

"Patrick. Nice to meet you. Cheers!" We clinked drinks. A couple of minutes of small talk- me introducing and pointing out Jenna led us to the dance floor where I grinded up against him until the early hours of the night.

Let me just say one thing. I am not a slut. I never intended to go back to his place and have sex. I did not plan on getting with a Blackhawks player- nor was is on my to do list. I have never had a one night stand and I didn't intend to do so. The last time I had sex was a year ago with my old boyfriend.. was I even good anymore? But those eyes...those blue eyes persuaded me to follow him into a cab. His blue eyes led me up his apartment building and his blue eyes led me into his bedroom.

Before I totally lost my mind, I made sure to text Jenna after running into his bathroom.

Me: Hey jenna, I'm perfectly safe...with a guy. I'll be home tm. No sex in my bed.

A couple minutes later my phone dinged.

Jenna: Have fun tonight....don't be dumb (that's my job) ;)

I looked at myself in his bathroom. My drinks were starting to wear off and I was starting to become more aware of my surroundings. I looked around his bathroom- it was huge and perfectly cleaned. In fact, it looked hardly used. Not at all like me and Jenna's cramped apartment with tons of towels and shampoos and make-up on the counters. Everything seemed...empty...even eery.

I threw some water on my face, making sure not to smudge my make-up and looked in the mirror. My strawberry blonde hair was all over the place and there was some eyeliner smudged under my emerald green eyes. Basically I looked like a mess. Before going out to meet my company for the night I set an alarm to make sure I got out of there early for work.

"You okay?" Patrick knocked on the door.

I threw open the door and kissed him. He kissed back- harder. He led me to his bed, each of us taking off different articles of clothing. First his shirt, then my little tight black dress, etc until we were both undressed.

I could see his erection and he leaned over me into his side table to slip on a condom and slid into me. And just like that, we were off.

For the rest of the night he thrusted into me, until he came. Kissing my neck and my chest and my stomach. I can't tell you the details- I was drunk and tired, I don't really know what happened.

I do remember falling asleep next to him at about 2 am. And my alarm going off at 6. I quickly wrote him a note from a piece of paper I had in my bag.

Hi patrick
Thanks for a great night!
-Charlotte Riese

I didn't leave a number or an apartment. I was hoping to never see the guy again honestly. I was ashamed of myself for being so stupid. "charlotte, you never have one night stands- how could you do this?" I asked myself after collecting my belongings. I left the bedroom in my tight dress, hair in a ponytail, make-up smudged, and barefoot. The bedroom led into the kitchen/sitting area and just like the bathroom, it was eery. No pictures, no homemade things, nothing to show that Patrick even has a family- untouched and barely used.

I slid into the brightly lit hallway of his apartment building and shut his door ever so quietly behind me. 1056 said the apartment door. I don't know why I remembered it, it just stood out I guess. That being said, I realized he was on floor 10. I took the elevator downstairs into the lobby, head down literally doing the most embarassing walk of shame ever.

I opened the front doors to a huge breeze. Hey, it wasn't the windy city for nothing. I hailed a cab, said the apartment address, and closed my eyes while the tall Trump Towers and where Patrick Kane was sleeping faded into the background.

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Two hours later, I was out of my apartment again- Jenna was still sleeping, and onto the city streets of Chicago.

I made my way to the bakery. That was always my true calling- all my life I wanted to bake, but my parents would never have paid for culinary school. After high school, I tried to do something "productive" with my life like get a degree. I went to community college for four years, got a degree in business, and tried to find a job. The cubicle life was not for me. At the age of 23, I had a mid-life crisis. I quit my job, went to culinary school which I paid for, and opened a bakery here in chicago by the age of 25. At first the bakery struggled in a bad neighborhood but once it became more and more popular by the locals, I could afford a better place in downtown Chicago. I'm not making a huge amount of money, but I'm making enough and I couldn't be more happy if I tried. I went with an easy name for the bakery: "Charlotte's Cupcakes" since cupcakes were what I was the best at.

Anyways, a 10 minute walk later I was unlocking the door and getting to work on some salted caramel cupcakes and the very last thing on my mind was Patrick Kane.

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4 weeks later:

My period was never this late. Ever. This was going on 5 weeks. Those eight minutes lasted an eternity. In a panic, I bought 7 pregnancy tests that morning and used all of them. They were all lined up on the bathroom counter staring at me. Looking at me- mocking me. I decided to do something in those eight minutes. I ran to the sink and started doing the dishes. Only 4 minutes passed. Then I emptied the dishwasher- 3 minutes.

For the last minute I stared at all of the pregnancy tests until all 7 of them came back with two little pink stripes. Positive.

Notes

Thank you so much for reading! Really not good at these scenes but hope you enjoy! Also, I had another account: lizzy2826, but I can't log in anymore because of something with google. Just letting you guys know!