One Goal
Epilogue - One Goal Achieved
EPILOGUE - ONE GOAL ACHIEVED
It had been four years since I had become Patrick Kane’s girlfriend. Quite a lot had happened since then. A lot of good things, mostly.
Soon after my birthday weekend was over, Patrick took me out on the real date that he had promised me. It took a lot of planning, because my Christmas break ended so I had to go back to school and of course Pat was always traveling. We eventually figured out a day though, and he came to my school to pick me up. You wouldn’t believe the buzz that caused.
“Oh my god, is that Patrick Kane?” I heard people whisper as they peeked around corners and outside their doors to see. When they saw him holding my hand, there were even more whispers and comments. “Why’s he holding HER hand?” “Who’s that girl he’s with?” “Is that Destiny Sanders with Patrick Kane?” That was just the beginning of me realizing how big of a celebrity he really was and just how much more popular I would soon be as his girlfriend.
For our first official date, he took me ice skating, since I had never been before except for at my birthday bash. I was still pretty wobbly and uncoordinated on the ice, but I figured we would have plenty of time to work on it.
It was still winter and very cold outside, so after skating for a while, he took me to an amazing restaurant. Italian, of course - it was my favorite. He got a private area, just for the two of us. I was amazed and extremely flattered, but I felt bad that he had gone to so much trouble. He just reminded me that it actually hadn’t been that hard, and I remembered that he was a famous hockey star. Once we started dating, I actually often forgot about that. He seemed like just a normal, down to earth guy to me.
I couldn’t always forget, though. Most of the time when we were out in public, paparazzi did their best to follow us. I appreciated the fact that he wanted to take me out and go places with me, but all the media honestly made me a lot happier to just hang out with him in his apartment. We usually just stuck to doing that, actually, if we both were free. We took advantage of any free time we had to spend together, because we didn’t get all that much of it. Even when I did have time to see him, half the time I brought my school work with me. It got to a point where the one thing he hated most was seeing my backpack on my shoulders when I greeted him at his place. He understood, though. School was still important to me. College wasn’t cheap, I wasn’t about to waste my time with it by getting bad grades and having to retake classes and extend it longer. Even so, it still bothered him.
“Don’t you ever have time to work at school?” he would ask, his eyes widening when he saw the amount of pages I had to do for my writing classes.
“It’s kind of hard to focus when people are constantly bugging me about my famous boyfriend,” I would tell him. It was true. People either attempted to interview me about not only him, but details about our relationship, or they would try to be friends with me for all the wrong reasons. I suddenly had a lot more attention, but I hated it. There were very few people at my school who respected my need for privacy on the subject. That was why I wished Kara and Shantelle had gone to the same college as me. They were the only ones who really, truly understood me and treated me like a normal human being. Of course, it wasn’t long before they became official with Johnny and Andrew, so they knew exactly what I was going through. I was lucky they were at least close enough to hang out with me still. A lot of times, I thought that hanging out with them was what kept me from going insane from all the stress.
Even with all the stress, though, things got better. The school year ended and I had actually done decent in my classes. The Hawks went on to the playoffs, and then the Stanley Cup final, and then the Cup. For the second time in three years, they had won the cup.
I could not forget that game. I was sitting right by the bench. It was very different from being in the 300 level, but it was actually achievable now that I was an important part of Patrick’s life. It had seemed like the Hawks weren’t going to be able to pull through. Everyone in the building, including Coach Q and the Hawks themselves, seemed to believe that it would be going to Game 7. Everyone was wrong. Two goals in seventeen seconds secured the cup win. Bolly got the game winner, and even though there was still about a minute left in the third period, I knew it was over. I knew that was it, that the Blackhawks had done it again. I was so overjoyed to see Patrick and his team come together and celebrate and jump up when they realized what had happened. I screamed and clapped when it was announced that Patrick had won the Conn Smythe. Even though every single player had done amazing things to deserve it, I really hoped that he could get it. He hoisted it into the air, followed by Lord Stanley a few minutes later. I couldn’t help but smile every time the cup was passed on to another player.
“Yeah, f***ing rights!” I distinctively heard Shaw yell when he got it. I wasn’t at all surprised by that reaction. I just laughed with Shantelle at his pure excitement, even with the continuously bleeding stitches on his face from a nasty hit he had received during the game.
Soon, family members of the Hawks were let onto the ice to congratulate them. I barely even listened when we were told we could head onto the ice. I jumped out of my seat and bolted. I realized later that it had probably been a little rude, but at the time, all I wanted was Patrick. I ran to him and jumped into his arms, giving him the biggest hug I had ever given him.
“You did it, babe! Congratulations!” I told him. I couldn’t hold in my excitement for him. He didn’t seem to mind, though. I ran my fingers through his famous playoff mullet and kissed him.
Once the Hawks had won the cup and the season was over, we were able to have fun. It was a whole lot of partying, and I’ll admit, it made me a little nervous to think that Patrick would be drinking so much. There was sure to be girls everywhere, trying to get his attention while he was drunk enough to give it to them. His goal for the off season, luckily, was to behave though, so there really weren’t any problems, and we actually got to spend as much time together as we wanted.
I had two more years of school before I would finally graduate, and they seemed to go by so slowly. The distance factor was really difficult for Patrick and I. It proved to be a lot harder to deal with that for a whole year rather than half of a year like we had at first. We made time for each other, and I made sure to hang out with Shantelle and Kara a lot too. By the end of my senior year, I was about a millimeter away from going crazy, but I made it through somehow, and so did my friends. We were all graduated and we could finally live our lives.
Once we were done with school, it made things easier. I, for one, was a lot less uptight and stressed, and even though it was still hard to be with Patrick a lot during his season, we were able to be together more than we had been before, and it was more fun without all my worrying about my classes. We even moved in together so it was easier to see each other. We weren’t married yet, so I guess it was a little frowned upon by some people. Our parents were able to accept it, though. By then we had been together for a good 2 ½ years, so it seemed only natural. And besides, it didn’t take long for him to pop the question.
He finally did it on our anniversary. The great thing about it was that I wasn’t expecting it at all. It was our anniversary. I was expecting something nice for that, but not something as big as a proposal. He did a great job with it, though. Honestly.
He took me to the United Center. He pretended he didn’t have anything big planned, and he said he had to grab something that he had forgotten at practice and accidentally left there. Once we were inside, he added in that the paint on the ice had just been redone, too, and that we might as well check it out. He acted nonchalant, but when we got to the ice, sure enough, it had a new paint job. In between the center Indian head logo and one of the nets were the words: WILL YOU MARRY ME? Painted in red. I had never been so shocked in my life. I put my hands over my mouth in awe and my jaw dropped as I looked back at him.
“I told you I forgot something,” he said, and he pulled out the ring. It was amazing. Perfect, actually. I was actually suspicious that Kara or Shantelle had helped him pick it out, but I later found out that he had chosen it for me himself. He had done so well, how could I say no to him?
The wedding was outside, in the fall. It was beautiful, and far superior to what I had expected to be able to have. Of course, we could actually afford to have a lot, which was something that took me a long time to get used to. Even so, I made it clear that I didn’t want to have nothing but the best. I wanted a nice wedding, with my family and my closest friends there to celebrate with me, and that was all. So that was what I got. Kara and Shantelle were bridesmaids, of course, along with my sisters, one of which was my maid of honor, in return for her making me the maid of honor at her wedding. As anyone could have guessed, Tazer was Kane’s best man. Who else could it have been?
As I had predicted, I failed to hold back my tears during the ceremony. I hated getting emotional, so I tried extra hard to keep the crying to a minimum. Some tears slipped out, but I blinked back as many as I could. I swore I saw a tear fall from Patrick’s eye at one point too, but he oh so subtly wiped it away. After all, his teammates were there of course, and he couldn’t show his sensitive side to them.
The reception was super fun. It was quite a party. Everyone seemed to have a good time, and I felt like it was prom all over again - I didn’t want the night to end. It had to though, and when it did, I realized that I really didn’t have a reason to be sad about it. I was married to Patrick Kane, the man I loved. I got to spend the rest of my life with him, what more could I ask for? And we did have a honeymoon planned for after the wedding, anyways. It was perfect, just like everything else, and, well…let’s just say that some magic happened during it.
That brings us to about nine months after the honeymoon, and about four years after Patrick and I started dating.
I sat down on the couch in the living room of the new house that Patrick and I had recently purchased. It was wonderful, everything I had ever wanted in a home, really. I loved everything from the exterior brick to the interior high ceilings, the pool in the backyard, the red, black, and white kitchen (inspired by the Hawks, somewhat), even the damn couch that I couldn’t make myself comfy in.
“Having troubles?” Patrick asked as I moved around with difficulty, my huge belly getting in the way of everything.
“When am I not having troubles these days? You try doing things when you can’t even see your own feet.” I answered.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” Patrick promised, placing a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of us and sitting down next to me, taking me in his arms.
“You made popcorn! You must really love me,” I laughed, attempting to lean forward to grab it. He got to it first and held it in his lap so we could both reach. Popcorn was my favorite snack. For some reason, I loved it. I could eat it every day.
“I do love you,” he answered. I felt movement in my belly and I smiled.
“I love you too, and so does he, apparently. Maybe we should put him on a soccer team when he gets older instead of a hockey team.” Patrick placed his hands on my beach ball of a stomach and when he felt the kicks, his lips formed into a grin too. “He always seems to get a little more active when you’re around.”
“You’re lying,” Patrick said.
“I’m not, I swear. It’s happened a bunch of times before now,” I swore to him, being completely truthful. I ate a few pieces of popcorn, knowing that now that I had eaten a little, I wouldn’t be able to stop until the bowl was empty. I definitely had a big appetite.
“So, he kicks when I get really close to you, then?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“How about when I get even closer?” Patrick’s lips collided with mine. I pulled away after a moment, but he came back for more. Even with my boring maternity outfits and my strange new body image, he still seemed to be as attracted to me as ever. I didn’t understand it, but I was grateful that he still cared so much.
“Jesus, calm down! You already knocked me up, can you wait until we have this baby before you do it again?!”
“Sorry, I’m just trying to take advantage of the alone time we still have! We won’t get much of it once he’s born, you know,” was all Patrick could say. He was right, but being pregnant didn’t make me feel very sexy, and it also didn’t help me get into the mood. At least not at this point in the pregnancy.
We sat there watching TV and munching on our popcorn. It didn’t take long for us to empty the bowl. I say us, but it was mostly me. I got scolded for it, too.
“Were you going to save some for me, or…?” Pat asked.
“You got some!”
“Yeah, some, as in a couple handfuls!”
“Oh, stop complaining. I’m eating for two people, I deserve to have more than you,” I retorted, ending the conversation. That was my absolute favorite comeback that I got to use while I was pregnant. I didn’t really have to feel bad if I ate a lot, as long as it was something that was halfway healthy for the baby.
Patrick got up to make more popcorn and I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. Again. Our little boy seemed to love pushing on my bladder at all times. I felt like I spent half my time in the bathroom. At least it was just for actually going to the bathroom though, instead of the morning sickness that I had a lot of in the earlier stages of pregnancy. I was thankful that at least that was over.
I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I felt much better. Patrick was just returning to the couch with a fresh bowl of popcorn, and it smelled buttery and delicious. I was glad that the scent of popcorn wasn’t one that I was really sensitive to.
“More for me?” I wondered, half joking, although I knew I could very easily eat most of that bowl of popcorn too.
“No, I’m not sharing this time!” he retorted. Suddenly, I felt something wet, and I looked down at a small puddle forming at my feet.
“Patrick.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll share, but you have to let me have most of it this time.”
“Patrick.”
“What?”
“I think my water just broke.” He didn’t seem to believe me at first. Or maybe he did, but he was in denial or he was just nervous and didn’t want to believe me.
“Maybe you just peed yourself a little. You have to go all the time,” he said.
“I just came back from the bathroom, I just went. I don’t have to go anymore.” It took him a moment to register what exactly was happening, and in that moment, he stood in silence. When it came to him, it became obvious that he was freaking out.
“Your freaking water just broke.”
“Yeah, that’s what I just said, Pat!”
“We’re having a baby. Shit, we’re having a baby right now!” Congrats to my flustered husband on winning the title of Captain Obvious.
I quickly started packing up a bag of all the things we would need and I felt the contractions start to kick in. They got worse and worse every minute, and I began getting impatient.
“Hurry up!” I yelled, as he ran around the house frantically, trying to find his keys. I ended up finding them to speed up the process and we went out to the car. He helped me into the passenger seat, and I immediately checked the backseat. Good. He had actually listened and installed the car seat. We really were ready to go.
The hospital wasn’t all that far away, but the ride seemed to last forever. When we got there the doctors and nurses were very quick about getting me all set up in a room. However, I was still impatient, and very irritable. I felt sorry for everyone who had to deal with me.
The contractions got extremely bad very quickly and I wasn’t shy about letting everyone know that. I begged my doctor to end the pain and get the baby out ASAP but I was told that it didn’t work that way. I went into labor and I had to start pushing. By then, I thought Patrick was going to pass out, but he held my hand and tried to calm me down instead. It wasn’t really possible for him to keep me all that calm when he clearly wasn’t anywhere near being calm, but it was a good effort.
I was pushing and hurting and maybe even crying, and then, suddenly, I heard crying from someone else. From a baby. My baby. I did it. It was all over.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Kane, you now have a son,” the doctor said. “He seems to be perfectly healthy.” My son was handed to me and I couldn’t believe it.
“He’s perfect,” Patrick commented, his eyes wide with amazement. One look at our baby and he was calm again. “Hey there little buddy!” he gently touched a little hand and smiled.
We got some time alone with him and then our parents came in to see their grandson.
“Meet Jake,” I said, introducing them to the little guy. He was a little early, but it didn’t really show. Jacob Oliver Kane was 19 inches long and weighed 7 pounds. His hair was light brown, like mine, but his facial features resembled Patrick. He had blue eyes, like both of us, and he had the same nose and mouth as Pat. He was absolutely adorable, the sweetest baby I had ever seen in my life. And he belonged to Patrick and I.
Four years previously, I had realized that the one thing I wanted most was to be with Patrick. Back then, I had first realized that I loved him more than anything else in the world. From the moment I first laid eyes on our beautiful new baby boy, I was in love all over again, and I realized that now all I wanted was a good life for our new family. My one goal was achieved.
Hello everyone! As you could probably tell, this was the last update for this story. I hated to have to end it, but I didn’t have any good ideas for continuing it further and I felt that it was a good time to end it. I hope you weren’t disappointed in the ending or how quickly it ended, and I hope that you all enjoyed this story. I loved writing it and I’m hoping to write more hockey fan fiction in the future. In the mean time, now that I’m done with this fanfic, I’m going to start posting the Teen Wolf fanfic that I’ve started. If you’re a fan of the MTV series, then be on the lookout, I’ll be posting it soon J Thank you so much for reading and supporting me and my writing, I really appreciate it. And once again, I hope you enjoyed One Goal.
It had been four years since I had become Patrick Kane’s girlfriend. Quite a lot had happened since then. A lot of good things, mostly.
Soon after my birthday weekend was over, Patrick took me out on the real date that he had promised me. It took a lot of planning, because my Christmas break ended so I had to go back to school and of course Pat was always traveling. We eventually figured out a day though, and he came to my school to pick me up. You wouldn’t believe the buzz that caused.
“Oh my god, is that Patrick Kane?” I heard people whisper as they peeked around corners and outside their doors to see. When they saw him holding my hand, there were even more whispers and comments. “Why’s he holding HER hand?” “Who’s that girl he’s with?” “Is that Destiny Sanders with Patrick Kane?” That was just the beginning of me realizing how big of a celebrity he really was and just how much more popular I would soon be as his girlfriend.
For our first official date, he took me ice skating, since I had never been before except for at my birthday bash. I was still pretty wobbly and uncoordinated on the ice, but I figured we would have plenty of time to work on it.
It was still winter and very cold outside, so after skating for a while, he took me to an amazing restaurant. Italian, of course - it was my favorite. He got a private area, just for the two of us. I was amazed and extremely flattered, but I felt bad that he had gone to so much trouble. He just reminded me that it actually hadn’t been that hard, and I remembered that he was a famous hockey star. Once we started dating, I actually often forgot about that. He seemed like just a normal, down to earth guy to me.
I couldn’t always forget, though. Most of the time when we were out in public, paparazzi did their best to follow us. I appreciated the fact that he wanted to take me out and go places with me, but all the media honestly made me a lot happier to just hang out with him in his apartment. We usually just stuck to doing that, actually, if we both were free. We took advantage of any free time we had to spend together, because we didn’t get all that much of it. Even when I did have time to see him, half the time I brought my school work with me. It got to a point where the one thing he hated most was seeing my backpack on my shoulders when I greeted him at his place. He understood, though. School was still important to me. College wasn’t cheap, I wasn’t about to waste my time with it by getting bad grades and having to retake classes and extend it longer. Even so, it still bothered him.
“Don’t you ever have time to work at school?” he would ask, his eyes widening when he saw the amount of pages I had to do for my writing classes.
“It’s kind of hard to focus when people are constantly bugging me about my famous boyfriend,” I would tell him. It was true. People either attempted to interview me about not only him, but details about our relationship, or they would try to be friends with me for all the wrong reasons. I suddenly had a lot more attention, but I hated it. There were very few people at my school who respected my need for privacy on the subject. That was why I wished Kara and Shantelle had gone to the same college as me. They were the only ones who really, truly understood me and treated me like a normal human being. Of course, it wasn’t long before they became official with Johnny and Andrew, so they knew exactly what I was going through. I was lucky they were at least close enough to hang out with me still. A lot of times, I thought that hanging out with them was what kept me from going insane from all the stress.
Even with all the stress, though, things got better. The school year ended and I had actually done decent in my classes. The Hawks went on to the playoffs, and then the Stanley Cup final, and then the Cup. For the second time in three years, they had won the cup.
I could not forget that game. I was sitting right by the bench. It was very different from being in the 300 level, but it was actually achievable now that I was an important part of Patrick’s life. It had seemed like the Hawks weren’t going to be able to pull through. Everyone in the building, including Coach Q and the Hawks themselves, seemed to believe that it would be going to Game 7. Everyone was wrong. Two goals in seventeen seconds secured the cup win. Bolly got the game winner, and even though there was still about a minute left in the third period, I knew it was over. I knew that was it, that the Blackhawks had done it again. I was so overjoyed to see Patrick and his team come together and celebrate and jump up when they realized what had happened. I screamed and clapped when it was announced that Patrick had won the Conn Smythe. Even though every single player had done amazing things to deserve it, I really hoped that he could get it. He hoisted it into the air, followed by Lord Stanley a few minutes later. I couldn’t help but smile every time the cup was passed on to another player.
“Yeah, f***ing rights!” I distinctively heard Shaw yell when he got it. I wasn’t at all surprised by that reaction. I just laughed with Shantelle at his pure excitement, even with the continuously bleeding stitches on his face from a nasty hit he had received during the game.
Soon, family members of the Hawks were let onto the ice to congratulate them. I barely even listened when we were told we could head onto the ice. I jumped out of my seat and bolted. I realized later that it had probably been a little rude, but at the time, all I wanted was Patrick. I ran to him and jumped into his arms, giving him the biggest hug I had ever given him.
“You did it, babe! Congratulations!” I told him. I couldn’t hold in my excitement for him. He didn’t seem to mind, though. I ran my fingers through his famous playoff mullet and kissed him.
Once the Hawks had won the cup and the season was over, we were able to have fun. It was a whole lot of partying, and I’ll admit, it made me a little nervous to think that Patrick would be drinking so much. There was sure to be girls everywhere, trying to get his attention while he was drunk enough to give it to them. His goal for the off season, luckily, was to behave though, so there really weren’t any problems, and we actually got to spend as much time together as we wanted.
I had two more years of school before I would finally graduate, and they seemed to go by so slowly. The distance factor was really difficult for Patrick and I. It proved to be a lot harder to deal with that for a whole year rather than half of a year like we had at first. We made time for each other, and I made sure to hang out with Shantelle and Kara a lot too. By the end of my senior year, I was about a millimeter away from going crazy, but I made it through somehow, and so did my friends. We were all graduated and we could finally live our lives.
Once we were done with school, it made things easier. I, for one, was a lot less uptight and stressed, and even though it was still hard to be with Patrick a lot during his season, we were able to be together more than we had been before, and it was more fun without all my worrying about my classes. We even moved in together so it was easier to see each other. We weren’t married yet, so I guess it was a little frowned upon by some people. Our parents were able to accept it, though. By then we had been together for a good 2 ½ years, so it seemed only natural. And besides, it didn’t take long for him to pop the question.
He finally did it on our anniversary. The great thing about it was that I wasn’t expecting it at all. It was our anniversary. I was expecting something nice for that, but not something as big as a proposal. He did a great job with it, though. Honestly.
He took me to the United Center. He pretended he didn’t have anything big planned, and he said he had to grab something that he had forgotten at practice and accidentally left there. Once we were inside, he added in that the paint on the ice had just been redone, too, and that we might as well check it out. He acted nonchalant, but when we got to the ice, sure enough, it had a new paint job. In between the center Indian head logo and one of the nets were the words: WILL YOU MARRY ME? Painted in red. I had never been so shocked in my life. I put my hands over my mouth in awe and my jaw dropped as I looked back at him.
“I told you I forgot something,” he said, and he pulled out the ring. It was amazing. Perfect, actually. I was actually suspicious that Kara or Shantelle had helped him pick it out, but I later found out that he had chosen it for me himself. He had done so well, how could I say no to him?
The wedding was outside, in the fall. It was beautiful, and far superior to what I had expected to be able to have. Of course, we could actually afford to have a lot, which was something that took me a long time to get used to. Even so, I made it clear that I didn’t want to have nothing but the best. I wanted a nice wedding, with my family and my closest friends there to celebrate with me, and that was all. So that was what I got. Kara and Shantelle were bridesmaids, of course, along with my sisters, one of which was my maid of honor, in return for her making me the maid of honor at her wedding. As anyone could have guessed, Tazer was Kane’s best man. Who else could it have been?
As I had predicted, I failed to hold back my tears during the ceremony. I hated getting emotional, so I tried extra hard to keep the crying to a minimum. Some tears slipped out, but I blinked back as many as I could. I swore I saw a tear fall from Patrick’s eye at one point too, but he oh so subtly wiped it away. After all, his teammates were there of course, and he couldn’t show his sensitive side to them.
The reception was super fun. It was quite a party. Everyone seemed to have a good time, and I felt like it was prom all over again - I didn’t want the night to end. It had to though, and when it did, I realized that I really didn’t have a reason to be sad about it. I was married to Patrick Kane, the man I loved. I got to spend the rest of my life with him, what more could I ask for? And we did have a honeymoon planned for after the wedding, anyways. It was perfect, just like everything else, and, well…let’s just say that some magic happened during it.
That brings us to about nine months after the honeymoon, and about four years after Patrick and I started dating.
I sat down on the couch in the living room of the new house that Patrick and I had recently purchased. It was wonderful, everything I had ever wanted in a home, really. I loved everything from the exterior brick to the interior high ceilings, the pool in the backyard, the red, black, and white kitchen (inspired by the Hawks, somewhat), even the damn couch that I couldn’t make myself comfy in.
“Having troubles?” Patrick asked as I moved around with difficulty, my huge belly getting in the way of everything.
“When am I not having troubles these days? You try doing things when you can’t even see your own feet.” I answered.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” Patrick promised, placing a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of us and sitting down next to me, taking me in his arms.
“You made popcorn! You must really love me,” I laughed, attempting to lean forward to grab it. He got to it first and held it in his lap so we could both reach. Popcorn was my favorite snack. For some reason, I loved it. I could eat it every day.
“I do love you,” he answered. I felt movement in my belly and I smiled.
“I love you too, and so does he, apparently. Maybe we should put him on a soccer team when he gets older instead of a hockey team.” Patrick placed his hands on my beach ball of a stomach and when he felt the kicks, his lips formed into a grin too. “He always seems to get a little more active when you’re around.”
“You’re lying,” Patrick said.
“I’m not, I swear. It’s happened a bunch of times before now,” I swore to him, being completely truthful. I ate a few pieces of popcorn, knowing that now that I had eaten a little, I wouldn’t be able to stop until the bowl was empty. I definitely had a big appetite.
“So, he kicks when I get really close to you, then?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
“How about when I get even closer?” Patrick’s lips collided with mine. I pulled away after a moment, but he came back for more. Even with my boring maternity outfits and my strange new body image, he still seemed to be as attracted to me as ever. I didn’t understand it, but I was grateful that he still cared so much.
“Jesus, calm down! You already knocked me up, can you wait until we have this baby before you do it again?!”
“Sorry, I’m just trying to take advantage of the alone time we still have! We won’t get much of it once he’s born, you know,” was all Patrick could say. He was right, but being pregnant didn’t make me feel very sexy, and it also didn’t help me get into the mood. At least not at this point in the pregnancy.
We sat there watching TV and munching on our popcorn. It didn’t take long for us to empty the bowl. I say us, but it was mostly me. I got scolded for it, too.
“Were you going to save some for me, or…?” Pat asked.
“You got some!”
“Yeah, some, as in a couple handfuls!”
“Oh, stop complaining. I’m eating for two people, I deserve to have more than you,” I retorted, ending the conversation. That was my absolute favorite comeback that I got to use while I was pregnant. I didn’t really have to feel bad if I ate a lot, as long as it was something that was halfway healthy for the baby.
Patrick got up to make more popcorn and I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. Again. Our little boy seemed to love pushing on my bladder at all times. I felt like I spent half my time in the bathroom. At least it was just for actually going to the bathroom though, instead of the morning sickness that I had a lot of in the earlier stages of pregnancy. I was thankful that at least that was over.
I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I felt much better. Patrick was just returning to the couch with a fresh bowl of popcorn, and it smelled buttery and delicious. I was glad that the scent of popcorn wasn’t one that I was really sensitive to.
“More for me?” I wondered, half joking, although I knew I could very easily eat most of that bowl of popcorn too.
“No, I’m not sharing this time!” he retorted. Suddenly, I felt something wet, and I looked down at a small puddle forming at my feet.
“Patrick.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll share, but you have to let me have most of it this time.”
“Patrick.”
“What?”
“I think my water just broke.” He didn’t seem to believe me at first. Or maybe he did, but he was in denial or he was just nervous and didn’t want to believe me.
“Maybe you just peed yourself a little. You have to go all the time,” he said.
“I just came back from the bathroom, I just went. I don’t have to go anymore.” It took him a moment to register what exactly was happening, and in that moment, he stood in silence. When it came to him, it became obvious that he was freaking out.
“Your freaking water just broke.”
“Yeah, that’s what I just said, Pat!”
“We’re having a baby. Shit, we’re having a baby right now!” Congrats to my flustered husband on winning the title of Captain Obvious.
I quickly started packing up a bag of all the things we would need and I felt the contractions start to kick in. They got worse and worse every minute, and I began getting impatient.
“Hurry up!” I yelled, as he ran around the house frantically, trying to find his keys. I ended up finding them to speed up the process and we went out to the car. He helped me into the passenger seat, and I immediately checked the backseat. Good. He had actually listened and installed the car seat. We really were ready to go.
The hospital wasn’t all that far away, but the ride seemed to last forever. When we got there the doctors and nurses were very quick about getting me all set up in a room. However, I was still impatient, and very irritable. I felt sorry for everyone who had to deal with me.
The contractions got extremely bad very quickly and I wasn’t shy about letting everyone know that. I begged my doctor to end the pain and get the baby out ASAP but I was told that it didn’t work that way. I went into labor and I had to start pushing. By then, I thought Patrick was going to pass out, but he held my hand and tried to calm me down instead. It wasn’t really possible for him to keep me all that calm when he clearly wasn’t anywhere near being calm, but it was a good effort.
I was pushing and hurting and maybe even crying, and then, suddenly, I heard crying from someone else. From a baby. My baby. I did it. It was all over.
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Kane, you now have a son,” the doctor said. “He seems to be perfectly healthy.” My son was handed to me and I couldn’t believe it.
“He’s perfect,” Patrick commented, his eyes wide with amazement. One look at our baby and he was calm again. “Hey there little buddy!” he gently touched a little hand and smiled.
We got some time alone with him and then our parents came in to see their grandson.
“Meet Jake,” I said, introducing them to the little guy. He was a little early, but it didn’t really show. Jacob Oliver Kane was 19 inches long and weighed 7 pounds. His hair was light brown, like mine, but his facial features resembled Patrick. He had blue eyes, like both of us, and he had the same nose and mouth as Pat. He was absolutely adorable, the sweetest baby I had ever seen in my life. And he belonged to Patrick and I.
Four years previously, I had realized that the one thing I wanted most was to be with Patrick. Back then, I had first realized that I loved him more than anything else in the world. From the moment I first laid eyes on our beautiful new baby boy, I was in love all over again, and I realized that now all I wanted was a good life for our new family. My one goal was achieved.
Hello everyone! As you could probably tell, this was the last update for this story. I hated to have to end it, but I didn’t have any good ideas for continuing it further and I felt that it was a good time to end it. I hope you weren’t disappointed in the ending or how quickly it ended, and I hope that you all enjoyed this story. I loved writing it and I’m hoping to write more hockey fan fiction in the future. In the mean time, now that I’m done with this fanfic, I’m going to start posting the Teen Wolf fanfic that I’ve started. If you’re a fan of the MTV series, then be on the lookout, I’ll be posting it soon J Thank you so much for reading and supporting me and my writing, I really appreciate it. And once again, I hope you enjoyed One Goal.
7/12/13