Move Over

"Tuukka, come on, you need to rest." I hummed in his ear, sending goosebumps across his skin.

"No, I need to prepare for tomorrow." he stated, his voice determined, and un-moving from it's decision.

"You know, how I said I could fight?" I asked and he nodded, "I'll punch you in your adorable face if you don't come to bed, now" He sighed and got up from his kitchen table, away from his equipment, that he was stuffing full of bounce and spraying with febreeze.

"I suppose me and my adorable face don't have a choice." He breathed, inches from my face. I bit my lip and glanced down at his lips for a split second.

"No, I suppose you don't" I whispered, intertwining my fingers with his. I lead him back into his room. He looked down at his bed and then, to me.

"Are you going to join me?" he asked, his voice husky and sexy.

"Where else am I going to sleep?" I questioned as he kicked his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. He threw himself on the bed, slipping under the duvet. He bit his lip, undressing me with his eyes.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I stepped out of my shorts, and slipped my shirt over my head. Leaving me in the blue and purple underwear I chose this morning.

"Hey, that's not fair" he exclaimed, in a almost childish voice. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're wearing two pieces of clothing and I'm wearing one" he stated as I slipped under the covers.

"Fine...." I trailed off and un-clipped my bra, throwing at him which in return, he threw it at the floor.

"Happy?" I questioned a smirk playing at my lips. We yawned and I set my head on his chest.

"Tomorrow, I'm playing" I stated, as soon as I finished, he shook his head in disagreement.

"You're not playing, it's too soon" he responded, I shrugged.

"Yes, I am. It's killing me," I snuggled closer to him, "Watching you run yourself ragged." He shook his head, he was about to argue but, I shushed him lightly.

"I'll ask them tomorrow." I yawned, letting my eyes droop closed. Last thing I heard was a silent 'I love you' from Tuukka. I loved him too. I really did, I'm going to tell him tomorrow, I decided and fell asleep.

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"C'mon, Thatcher!" I pleaded and he shook his head, determined not to move his answer.

"I can't get better without being out there" I argued. What I meant by that was 'I can't watch Tuukka anymore, he needs a break'.

"She's has a point" Coach Julien said, as he faced Thatcher, the team doctor.

"One game, you feel any symptoms, wave us over." He said and my eyes went wide.

"YES! YES! YES!" I jumped up and down from the excitement. I had to practice. I had to tell the guys. I had to tell Tuukka.

"I'm going to practice" I told them and skipped all girly out of their office. I skipped right into the dressing room, with a huge smile across my face. I hadn't even noticed the guys in the room until I begun to put my stuff on.

"Yup, I think she got cleared" Chara said and I whipped around. I almost screamed.

"Jesus Christ, you guys!" i scolded them and playfully slapped Chara's shoulder.

"So, did you?" Dougie asked and I nodded, the smile returned to my face.

"Yup, one game, if I have any symptoms I'll tell them" I slipped off my shirt (under armor underneath), and put on my chest protector, skates, then thigh guards, pads, and my practice jersey.

By that time, everyone had cleared out except Tyler. He had this determined look on his face, that made me smile.He advanced quickly, fast enough for my smile to disappear.

"What are you-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. I screamed internally, what was he doing?! After a millisecond of shock, I pushed him off.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!?" I screamed while he flinched away.

"I thought, you were single!" He exclaimed and my eyes went wide.

"No, I'm with Tuukka, you knew that!" my eyes went from wide and innocent to narrowed and furious. I was going to strangle him.

"If you weren't on my fucking team, I would break your face" Tuukka threatened from the door.

"Tuukka, olen niin pahoillani" I apologized, tears streaming out of my eyes. {Tuukka, I'm so sorry}

I don't know why I was crying or why I was talking in Finnish, it just came out in Finnish.

"Tiedän, rakkaus" He smiled but, it returned to a frown as soon as he turned to Seguin. (I know, love)

"She's mine," he growled from deep in his throat, to be honest in scared me, "If you touch her again, trust me you'll get a beating"

"Whatever, I didn't like her that much anyway" He snapped and my heart dropped.

"I'll call Emmie, then" I shot back, he glanced at me and sadness washed over his features.

"You can stay with me, if you want...." Tuukka trailed and I giggled.

"You're too nice, you would get sick of us in a week" I stated as we walked out of the dressing room towards the ice. When we got out there, it was hell. Both teams were on the ice, fighting. You could of guessed which team it was, it starts with 'B' and ends with 'lackhawks'.

I rushed onto the ice and begun pulling them off of each other. It was hopeless, I was knocked on my ass twice. First by Duncan Keith, Secondly by Jonathan Toews.

I rolled my eyes and put my fingers in my mouth, the ear piercing whistle made them stop instantly.

"Yo! What in the fuck are you doing?," I shouted, I didn't wait for them to answer.

"You CUNTS, go back to your fucking dressing room before I have to call your mums and wives so they can come and pick your immature asses up" I commanded, they obeyed.

"Kane," I mentioned him over.

"You ever pull that again, you'll regret ever meeting me" I whispered and he chuckled.

"Sure, babe" he smiled and I rolled my eyes. No one calls me babe, unless it's Tuukka or maybe, Tyler. I smirked before, punching him in the jaw, he feel to the ice.

"That, babe, is for making me miss 2 weeks." I said and kicked him in the side with my skate.

"That is for fucking with my team" I knelt down and pulled him up by his jersey, I, then slapped a bitch.

"That is for calling me 'babe'" I paused, leaning down to his ear level, "No one calls me babe." I snapped, then let go of his jersey.

"Now, that that's over. Can we practice now?" I asked and rubbed my hands together, itching to be in the crease. They all looked at me with faces that I wouldn't mistake to be scared.

"Would you stop being bitches about it?" I questioned, "You're on my team, I'm not gonna hurt you"

"You weren't kidding when you said that you could fight" Tuukka smiled and I shrugged, I had 4 brothers and one bathroom, I learned to adapt quickly.

When I got in the crease, all my problems seemed to melt away. I only let one in, a Zdeno Chara slap shot. When, I got back into the dressing room, it was a different story. All my problems were still there, still beckoning me to try and fix them, even though it was going to be difficult.

"Um......Alek," Marshy greeted as I was organizing my stuff for the game.

"I know, you think, I'm going to be a terrible father but, the truth is....I want this to work" he stated and I scoffed.

"I'll believe it when I see it" I snarled, he sighed and turned me around to look him in the eye.

"I asked Emmie to live with me" he blurted out. I was utterly stunned. Marchand committing? Someone pinch me.

"So, what did she say?" I asked while he smiled.

"She said yes"

I gave him a death glare, "Just don't screw this up," I threatened, "or else I might have to screw up your face"

Before I knew it, I was walking through the hallway in the front, towards 17,565 screaming fans. I cracked my neck and my knuckles as they took shots on me. I knew if Patrick laid one hand on me, either one of the guys would punch him or I would. But being the ass Kane is, the first opportunity he got, he pushed me over. Luckily I got up fast and blocked a rebound and covered it up. The symptoms didn't come back at all, just one dizzy spell during the second period but, I shook it off.

"Alek, are you feeling better?" A reporter asked, breaking me from my recall of the game.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank god though, I couldn't stand seeing Tuukka take on the work load all by himself" I stated with a proud smile.

"Are you saying he couldn't do it?" she asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"No," I sent an icy glare her way "He could do it perfectly fine, it's just a lot for one goalie to handle" My frown turned into a smile when Tuukka himself walked by, giving me that perfect boyish smile.

"So, any words for Patrick Kane?" A reporter from the Boston Times, asked.I shrugged.

"Push me again, I'll rearrange your fucking face faster than you can say 'finnish him'" I cussed and laughed.

"Sorry, am I aloud to say that?" I chuckled, along with Dougie and Chris, who were cracking up beside me.

"Kids, don't repeat that....unless you're talking to Patrick Kane" I instructed, and even the news casters laughed at that one.

"So, what did you think of the 5-2 win?" The lady reporter asked, I didn't bother to get her name.

"Eh, the Blackhawk's defense is lagging, their forwards are mixed and matched on lines that don't make any sense."

"Plus, they think it's okay to push over a goalie that could easily break every bone in their body" I added quickly.

"I think, that's enough questions for one night" I stated and herded them back towards the door. I sighed and went back to my locker area. I rolled my eyes at the stench of my uniform and pads. Febreze and some bounce would do the trick.

I quickly took a shower and changed into my clothes. When I returned into the dressing room from the showers, there was only one person there, and he was not from my team. Patrick. Kane.

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