“Hey Kaner,” Jon said sitting his bag down on the floor before he pulled his shirt over his head so that he could start getting ready for practice.
“Yo dude, what’s up,” Patrick greeted his best friend and teammate.
“Same old stuff just a different day.”
“Talk to me Tazer, something’s up?”
“I’m fine, really I am.”
Pat smirked knowing that Jon was caught up on a woman. He only acted like this when he wanted to ask someone out but didn’t have the balls to do it, “You’re digging a chick, man, aren’t you?”
“Nnn-no,” Jon lied.
“Oh save it Jonny boy, I’ve been your teammate for almost three years now, I know this mood. Hell, the whole team does.”
“Fine but I need to talk to you…,” Jon began when Adam Burish walked into the locker room followed by Patrick Sharp.
“What’s up homos?”
“Fuck you, Bur,” Patrick laughed turning around to flip off one of his good friends and teammates.
“We’d both fuck that hot piece of ass that you have living at your place,” Patrick Sharp smirk and Jon tensed up. This didn’t go unnoticed by Patrick as Jon immediately rose to defend Kaycee’s honor.
“Don’t talk about her like that, Sharp,” Jon said.
“Why are you getting so defensive, Toe-ez, you like her or something?”
“After practice,” Jon whispered to Patrick who nodded his head. Jon glared at Sharpie one last time before he walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
“Who the hell pissed in his queerios this morning,” Burish asked Patrick who just shrugged his shoulders.
“He’s just in a bad mood today for no reason.”
“I’ll say,” Patrick Sharp replied, “All we were doing was joking around about Kaicee but she is hot, please tell me you’ve tapped that.”
“God no,” Patrick lied, “She’s Erica’s best friend and like a sister to me, there’s no way I could do that.”
“Whatever dude,” Burish replied rolling his eyes, “If I lived with a piece of ass like that, I’d have her screaming all day and all night long.”
“It’s not like that with us, she’s in an awkward situation with her family right now and I volunteered to help her out.”
Adam and Patrick gave up their fight with their friend and youngest teammate and continued to get dressed. Jonathan came out of the bathroom fully dressed and grabbed his gloves, helmet, and mouth guard without speaking a word.
Once practice was over, reporters were everywhere asking the Blackhawks questions about their upcoming game against Vancouver.
Everyone filed out of the locker room leaving Jon and Patrick to themselves, “So, what do you want to talk to me about,” Patrick spoke first breaking the silence.
“It’s kind of difficult for me to say this knowing your situation with Kaicee and all but would you mind if I took her out sometime?”
“Not at all, why didn’t you just ask her out? It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I don’t even like her like that.”
“You don’t like her enough to take her out but you liked her enough to have sex with her,” Jon said with a puzzled look, “That’s a little hypocritical on your part.”
“Shut the fuck up, you sound like my sister,” Patrick said sighing and rolling his eyes.
“You don’t think it’s weird that I want to date a pregnant woman, let alone ask out the woman who’s carrying your baby?”
“Whatever floats your boat man, I mean if you like her then go for it.”
“I can’t believe you’re so calm about this and not ripping my head off right now.”
“Hey, I’m Patrick Kane, I can have any girl in Chicago I want.”
“You’re also five months away from being a father, you need to settle down a little bit.”
“I’m twenty years old, I’m not ready to settle down yet.”
“I often wonder why I’m friends with someone like you sometimes, I mean you didn’t even defend her when Bur and Sharpie were calling her a hot piece of ass. You’re unbelievable, no wonder Kaicee hates you,” Jon said grabbing his bag and walking out of the locker room slamming the door behind him leaving Patrick to wonder what Jon was talking about.
I had just finished getting done doing the dishes when I heard a knock at the door. I knew that if it was Patrick, he would have just used his key.
Looking through the peephole, I saw Jon standing on the other side, I undid the lock and opened the door. Jon looked up and smiled at me, “Hey Kaicee.”
“Hey Jon,” I said opening the door, “Patrick’s not here right now, he went to the bar with Adam and a couple of the other guys.”
“I know,” Jon replied nervously, “I came by to see you actually.”
I gave him a small smile and opened up the door wider so that he could come in, “How come you didn’t go out with the guys?”
“I don’t exactly hang around with Bur and Kaner that often since they’re the way they are.”
“Patrick is a pig and Adam is an even bigger pig so I don’t blame you for not wanting to go with them.”
Jon smiled and sat down on the couch, “You seriously watch this crap,” he said pointing to the rerun of Beverly Hills 90210 that was playing.
“Hey, there’s nothing else on to watch on a Saturday night so I watch this to pass the time when Pat leaves me alone.”
Jon closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath before he stood up, “Come on, go get dressed.”
“What,” I asked.
“I’m taking you out, now go get dressed.”
“Jon, are you insane? It’s almost nine o’clock.”
“I know what time it is, now please go get dressed.”
“Fine,” I said walking down the hall to the bedroom that has been mine for the past two months. I changed into a jogging suit of mine that still fit and grabbed my winter coat and boots. It was now November in Chicago and it was slightly cold outside.
“You look great,” Jon said smiling when I came back out into the living room.
“Oh please, I’m four months pregnant to Elmer Fudd, I can’t be that attractive.”
“You’re beautiful, I can promise you that.”
I couldn’t help but blush, Jon has been so nice to me since I got to Chicago. It was no secret with Jessica, Jackie, Erica, and myself that we all thought Jon was cute. Erica used to snap pictures of him when she’d go to Chicago and send them to me.
I thought Jon was just like the others, a conceited pig who wanted nothing but sex, but he wasn’t. He was a gentleman and it made me wonder why he was friends with Patrick.
“Thanks. Where are you taking me?”
“Have you eaten yet today?”
“Just a slice of pizza and some ice cream earlier, why?”
“Don’t ask questions, trust me, okay?”
“Okay,” I said smiling trusting him completely.
I grabbed my purse off of the floor in the dining room and followed Jon out of Patrick’s apartment. I locked the deadbolt on the door as Jon held the elevator doors open.
“Where are we going,” I asked as Jon sped off down the street in his SUV.
“You like steak?”
“I’m pregnant, I like everything,” I replied and Jon laughed.
“Have you ever been to N9NE?”
“Like Patrick takes me to fancy restaurants, I’m the mother of his child, not his girlfriend.”
“N9NE it is then,” Jon said smiling and I pulled out my phone texting Erica.
Guess who’s taking me to dinner right now?
A certain Canadian on your brother’s team
Like that answers the question, half of them are Canadian.
A certain captain
GET OUT OF HERE!!! NO WAY!!!
I’m in his car right now on the way to N9NE
OMG! That place is so expensive, Pat took us there the last time we were in Chicago
Is it wrong that I like Jon?
Not at all, I mean my brother is being a douche so do what you have to do
Alright, we’re in front of the restaurant. I’ll call you later.
‘Kay! Love you
Love you too, Rikki
“Let me guess, Erica’s freaking out that you are going out to dinner with me,” Jon asked smiling.
“What,” I blushed, “How did you know?”
“Wild guess since she’s always taking pictures of me.”
We both laughed as Jon held the door open for me. We had a table close to the back so no one recognized Jon and started a rumor that he was going to be a dad soon. It was the last thing that neither of us, Pat included, needed.
“How long have you known Pat?”
“Almost three years.”
“How long did you two sleep together within the three years?”
“We slept together for two years.”
“Wow! Two years and still no feelings involved, that’s interesting.”
“We both knew what we wanted out of that relationship but neither one of us expected me to end up pregnant.”
“Are you scared,” Jon asked.
“Of what,” I replied.
“Being a mom at nineteen years old or better yet having a baby with a guy who could give two shits about himself let alone another human being.”
“I don’t understand what happened to Patrick, I mean he was so for this pregnancy then I found out about Jenn and we have been at each other’s throats for the past two months. I’m scared to death I will have to raise this baby on my own since my parent’s kicked me out because Patrick and I refused to get married. I have no one else besides my other family members in New York City and Pat’s parents.”
“Don’t be scared,” Jon said grabbing my hand, letting his thumb rub over my knuckles, “There’s always going to be someone there to help you out.”
“It’s times like these when I wish my dad was still here,” I said wiping a tear away.
“You just said your parents kicked you out though.”
“My mom and step-dad kicked me out, my biological father was a New York City fireman and died in the World Trade Center.”
“I’m so sorry,” Jon whispered as he gave me a hug.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s just hard when I know he would have loved to meet his grandchild. He’d kill Pat for the way he’s been treating me.”
“I’ll kill him myself, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“I know he doesn’t.”
“Come on, let’s forget about Patrick. Tell me more about you.”
We had just finished eating and were waiting for the waitress to bring us our check so we could leave.
“My name is Kaicee Jones-Carter. I’m nineteen years old from New York City. I love the Yankees, Mets, Giants, and Jets. I hate the Rangers. To be honest, I hate hockey in general. It’s too violent with all of the fighting and hitting that goes on. No offense by the way, my dad died on 9/11 and my mom married her boss after dating for five years. We moved here two years ago, that’s when I met Erica. My favorite genres of music are rock and country and I love Nickelback and Carrie Underwood.
“So you hate hockey,” Jon said smiling, “I thought Pat had something to do with it but you hate how rough the sport is yet you love a sport where men tackle each other for seven points.”
“Shut up,” I replied laughing as we walked out of the restaurant and back to Jon’s car, “So, Mr. Toews, tell me more about you.”
“I’m Jonathan Bryan Toews, I’m from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. I have a brother named David, I’ve been playing hockey since I could walk. My favorite genre of music is rock but I do like rap occasionally. I’m the captain of the Chicago Blackhawks, I used to play for the University of North Dakota, and yeah that’s about it,” he replied grinning from ear to ear and we both laughed.
We drove around Chicago just talking and getting to know each other. It was nice to finally be able to talk to someone without wanting to kill them like I did with Patrick every day. Jon and I talked about everything we could think of from music to our childhoods.
Jonathan had me rethinking my whole philosophy on serious relationships, I was easily captivated by him. Patrick was the furthest thing from my mind, the only thing that made me think about him was the huge bump that was my stomach.
“Well, I had a really great time tonight. Thank you so much,” I said as Jon walked me upstairs.
“It wasn’t a problem at all, I enjoyed myself. So, can we do this again sometime?”
“As long as you don’t mind me being pregnant with the spawn of Satan then yeah we can.”
“Great, so how about Monday, are you free on Monday?”
“Yeah I am!”
“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Goodnight Jon,” I smiled before I kissed his cheek.
“Goodnight Kaicee,” he replied before he walked down the hall.
I stuck the key in the door of the apartment and was shocked to see Patrick sitting on the couch. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was almost midnight. He usually stayed out until two or three in the morning.
“What are you doing home so early,” I asked.
“Why do you hate me?”
“I thought I told you that I didn’t hate you, I hate what you became.”
“Jon said you hate me.”
“To be honest, I do hate you sometimes. You go out and leave me here by myself. Patrick, I’m four months pregnant.”
“I’m sorry I have a life and you don’t.”
“It’s your fault that I don’t have a life.”
“Excuse me,” Patrick sneered.
“This is OUR baby, you’re not carrying it for nine months so you don’t give a fuck and think you can continue doing what you’re doing. You need to nut-up, be a man, and take care of this baby or I’m gone.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before.”
“PATRICK SHUT UP,” I said putting my hand on my stomach when I felt the baby kick for the first time.
“What’s wrong,” he asked jumping up off of the couch and suddenly became the Patrick that I knew.
“Give me your hand,” I said grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on my stomach and the baby immediately kicked again.
“That’s so weird,” he said smiling, “Weird yet cool.”
I smiled at him then immediately broke down crying, I don’t know if it was the hormones or the fact that Patrick was being nice to me.
I heard Patrick sigh and he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back soothingly. I cried harder into his chest as I tried to fight him off but he didn’t let go.
Before I knew it, I cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next morning in my bed with Patrick lying next to me. I enjoyed the few minutes of peace because when he woke up we’d be at each other’s throats again.
I was slowly beginning to consider moving back to Buffalo but there was one person holding me back and that person wasn’t Patrick Kane, it was the brown haired, brown eyed boy known as Jonathan Toews, he as everything Patrick wasn’t and I was slowly beginning to fall for him.