Move Over

It had been a whole week. A week since I made up with my sister, a week since I knew I was an auntie and a week since Tuukka has mentioned ANYTHING about that kiss. I don't know what I did but, the day after, he didn't talk to me, he didn't acknowledge me, he just totally avoided me. I was totally confused.

Things with Emmie had been good, no arguing. We're getting extremely close, we even decided that my next paycheck, I would send half to mum and dad, then buy a house with the other. Mostly because Seguin was getting really annoyed with us ruining his bachelor pad. I had already bought a truck with the remainder of the money I had gotten from my mum. (She felt bad that she took the whole thing). I looked up at Seguin from the bench press. He was spotting me.

"So....You and Tuukka?" he said, breaking the silence that fell across our awkward small conversation. I scoffed. Tuukka, and I, me and Tuukka- would we ever be a real thing?

"With him, I'll never know." I sighed, setting the large barbell on the stand. I mentioned for him to add 50 pounds to each side.

"Well, with Tuukka it could be a number of things" he stated, lifting two 50 pound circle weights, adding the to the sides. I nodded. I didn't even know what we were anymore.Together or Friends? God-knows what he's thinking.

"He hasn't talked to me since Wednesday of last week" I stated, giving a little huff as I left the bar of the stand. The 100 pound difference was impeccable, but nothing I couldn't handle. Seguin, sensing my distress, sprung to action- his hands coming to touch the middle of the bar.

"That's Tuukka for you," He paused, looking deep in my eyes, "He isn't reliable." I gave him a look.

"He seems pretty reliable on the ice." I countered, feeling a sort of defensive mechanism come for Tuukka. I blushed at the thought of Tuukka getting defensive about me.

"Yeah, on the ice." Tyler rolled his eyes as I sat the weight on the the stand and glancing at the clock.

I shot up as straight as a board, a warm sensation washed down my spin, "Shit, is that the time!?" I exclaimed, Seguin just burst out laughing. He knew that I had an appointment after weight training but that bitch didn't do me the curtsy of checking the time once and awhile!

"Fuck, I'm suppose to meet Emmie in 30 minutes." I darted from the lifting bench, and waved as I sprinted towards the locker room. Shit, shit, shit!

I heard him hum a simple 'bye' as he continued to chuckle over my tardiness. Sometimes he was a real jackass but, he was my best friend so, in turn he was my jackass.

As soon as I burst in the locker room, I scanned it noticing that no one was there. Except for Tuukka himself. He was tucked away in a corner on the far end of the room. Which was perfect since my locker (being the backup and all) was right beside his. My thoughts were doused in sarcasm, thinking about how perfect this whole situation really was. I was late, and I needed to deal with him. I rolled my eyes and confidently walked over to my stuff.

I grabbed my phone, totally ignoring Tuukka's existence, and dialed Em's number. I wedged the phone in between my shoulder, and my cheek- praying that she picked up. I hurried to pull out my nice clothes for Emmie's appointment. I hoped she didn't take this personally, she knew I was horrible about being on time.

"Yeah, I'm going to be a tiny bit late, I was talking to Seguin and I lost track of time." I said as soon as she picked up the other line. She sighed loudly, but I could tell she was smiling.

"Okay, just meet me at the clinic in 45, okay?" She said through her obvious disappointment. I felt so guilty but, I agreed and begun stripping off my workout clothes and chucking them in my goalie bag. I had totally forgot Tuukka was even in the room, watching my every move intently, deciding if he should say anything.
I reached for my sweatpants, and a hoodie, "Fuck" I cussed as hit my head on the top of my locker. I shook it off and continued stuffing my gym stuff and equipment in my hockey bag.

"Are you okay?" Tuukka asked, I could feel his hot breath against my shoulder as touched me on the shoulder. I flinched away from his touch. I wasn't on purpose but, him touching me felt so unfamiliar and alien.

"Yeah-" I paused, nodding, "yeah, I'm fine" I assured him, reaching for my blocker. His hand stopped mine. It clasped around softly. I glanced up for a second, he was blushing slightly; I was mesmerized that I could have such an affect on him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, my jaw clenched in anger- I felt a pang of anger surge through my veins like a freight train. Why would he care? He hadn't glanced in my direction for a week. And after he came onto me!

"Like you care" I muttered while swatting his hands away. I pulled the zipper closed then, pulled the strap of the hockey bag up onto my shoulder.

"I'm fine, Rask, perfectly fine" I stalked out of the locker room, not giving him a chance to respond. Not that it mattered because he followed me out into the corridor.

"No, you're bothered by something" he accused, I rolled my eyes. Why did he care? Was he too busy to ask me on Thursday, last week? I walked faster, I really didn't want to talk to him.

"No, I'm not" I hissed, and was about to tell him again just to get the point across but he grabbed my hand and whipped me around to face him.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" he asked, I cocked my eyebrows at him. Why wasn't I talking to him?

"I'm not the one who goes around kissing people, then doesn't talk to them for a week" I snapped in a low whisper. His face hardened and i could tell he was trying to stay calm. I really didn't care if he made a scene, it was obvious he hadn't felt anything when I thought we had something.

"I was going to ask you something then, Seguin came and your attention was averted elsewhere!" he whisper-yelled, struggling to keep his expression calm. I rolled my eyes.

"Well....I'm sorry," I glared him down, sarcasm drowning each and every word out of my mouth, "I'm sorry, I have a lot on my plate and I'm good enough for the fucking god Tuukka Rask" I finished and wrenched my hands from his grip.

He groaned loudly out of frustration and spun to punch the wall. I struggled not to roll my eyes again then just ended up walking away towards the exit. He didn't come after me.

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I rushed home and changed into some respectable clothes besides Bruins sweats and hoodie. I got to the clinic within 5 minutes.

I stepped through the door, and saw Emmie pacing back and forth, which I remembered she did when she was stressed. The bell sounded as soon as the door closed behind me, and her eyes darted to me,
"There you are" Emmie exclaimed, sounding exasperated. She looked down at what I was wearing at smiled. When she was around home I refused to wear anything pink or remotely girly- I guess this was a surprise for her.

"I look fine, now let's get this over. You know, I hate hospitals" I whispered and, pulled her towards the receptionists desk.

As soon as we got to the desk a young brunette nurse called Emmie's name and we followed her into the third examination room on the left, where the doctor was so promptly sitting at a desk facing the wall.

"Mrs. Lehto and Mr. Lehto?" he asked, not turning around. I tried my hardest not to laugh at the obvious mistake.

"I'm her sister" I corrected, giggling lightly until Em elbowed me in the ribs signalling to stop. Which I abruptly did. His head whipped around, taking us in- He smiled at my sister, a flirtatious smile at that. She smiled back, totally oblivious to the meaning behind his.

"You wouldn't be related to the goalie Lehto, would you?" he asked, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm Alek Lehto" I told him, sitting down on a plush chair, "The goalie" Emmie sat down on the table and the doctor shook my hand then hers.

"Pleasure" he hummed, looking up at my sister with gleaming blue eyes. I forced myself not to gag, or laugh. The doctor was in his late twenties early thirties, nice features including nice wavy blonde hair that curled at the nape of his neck, also crystal eyes. However, his personality was kind of 'I got money, go fuck yourself'.

"So you're 4 weeks in, the baby looks healthy so far, we'll see you back in 2 weeks" he said wiping the gel off Emmie's stomach as he finished up.

"Thank you, Doctor" She said with a smile and pulled her loose pregnancy shirt. I had to say for being pregnant she was looking good.

"Your very welcome" He smiled, glancing at her ass as she hopped down off the table. I rolled my eyes.

"We should get going, Tyler's probably wondering where we are" I stated, trying to tell the doctor to take a hint. He was the kind of guy you wouldn't mind accidently on purpose hitting in the face.

"Yeah," She stated and followed me out the door.

"He was totally checking your ass out." I whispered as soon as we were out of earshot. She nodded, rolling her green orbs.

"I know" she groaned, and we burst out laughing. Guys were stupid.

Notes

Ugh...That Tuukka needs to sort out his priorities! Nothing really happened in this chapter.....Yeah,.......BYE!!