Wonderwall

(August 2007)

I felt hands go around my waist and some hips grinding on my ass. I went along with it and started grinding back on him. I turned my head to check this guy out. He gave me a look-over. I'd say it went well since he had an instant hard-on. I turned around to face him and began grinding my hips on his.

The guy whispered French in my ear, hoping to seduce me with it. Poor guy, he didn't recognize me. No one would. Everyone expects Mario Lemieux's daughter to be the perfect, innocent daughter. Truth is, I'm not. I'm the exact opposite.

He has brown hair, brown eyes, and kissable lips. Very kissable lips. He was a little under 6 foot and had a nice muscular build. I ran my hands across his chest. He had a light 6 pack, but had nice, big arms. I recognize him. So familiar. Where do I know him from?

We kept grinding. It was insane. He's so sexy. He looks so familiar. I kept thinking about it. Is he one of my ex's? No. Friend? No. I've been in boarding school in Vancouver for 5 years. Is he part of dad's team? Maybe? He's not Sidney Crosby, Tyler Kennedy, Evgeni Malkin, Marc-André Fleury, or Brooks Orpik. "Kris Letang?"

He smirked and whispered in my ear. "Oui, belle?" (Yes, beautiful?)

"Holy shit!"

"Quoi, belle?" (What, beautiful?) 

"Vous jouez au hockey." (You play hockey.)

"Oui, belle. Vous parlez français?" (Yes, beautiful. You speak French?)

"Oui. Je suis québécois." (Yes. I am québécois [from Québec])

"Et moi aussi. Oú habitez-vous au Québec?" (And me also. Where do you live in Québec?)

"Montréal. Et toi?" (Montréal. And you?)

"Montréal aussi." (Montréal also.)

"Oú habitez-vous aux Etats-Unis?" (Where do you live in the United States?)

"Pittsburgh" I chuckled lightly.

"Et moi aussi, belle." (And me also, beautiful.)

"Je n'ai pas vu votre travail." (I have not seen your work.)

"Nous devons changer cela, n'est-ce pas? Puis-je avoir votre nom?" (We'll have to change that, won't we? Can I get your name?)

"Je m'appelle Alicia." (My name is Alicia.)

"Vous semblez si familier. Je vous connais de quelque part?" (You seem so familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?)

"Je ne sais pas. Je vous reconnais des Penguins, mais il ya autre chose connaissez vous concernant. Letang Kris. Connaissez-vous Luc Bourdon?" (I have no idea. I recognize you from the Penguins, but there is something else familiar about you. Kris Letang. Do you know Luc Bourdon?)

Kris smirked. "Oui. Luc est mon meilleur ami. Comment le connaissez-vous?" (Yes. Luc is my best friend. How do you know him?)

Before I could answer, I heard a familiar voice. "Alicia. J'ai un cadeau pour toi. Des fleurs pour ma petite fleur." (Alicia. I got you a present. Flowers for my little flower.) Luc picked me up and twirled me around, like always, before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

I smiled and blushed. I can't help smiling around Luc. He's so happy all the time. "Merci, mon amour." (Thank you, my love.)

Luc grinned. "Tout pour ma petite fleur." (Anything for my little flower.) Luc smiled and turned his attention to Kris. "Faites-vous mon amour se sentent les bienvenus ici?" (Are you making my love feel welcome here?)

Kris looked kind-of disappointed. Luc didn't notice, but I did. Kris covered up his disappointment with a smile. "Bien sûr. C'est la petite amie que vous m'avez parlé? On dirait que vous vous eu un gagnant, Luc." (Of course. This is the girlfriend you've told me about? Looks like you got yourself a winner, Luc.)

Luc smiled and held me close to him. "Je vous remercie de votre approbation, Kris. Il est bon de savoir que mon meilleur ami appuie ma décision à ce jour Alicia. Elle est certainement parfait pour moi. Je sais que nous nous sommes précipités notre relation, mais je ne le regrette pas. Je l'aime." (I appreciate your approval, Kris. It's good to know that my best friend supports my decision to date Alicia. She definitely is perfect for me. I know we rushed our relationship, but I don't regret it. I love her.)

I tilted my head back to look up at him. "Et elle vous aime." (And she loves you.)

Luc smiled and laced our fingers together. We all moved to a booth. I sat quietly next to Luc as him and Kris caught up. After a couple hours, I got a text from my mother saying that they're ready to meet my surprise boyfriend. "Luc, le miel, ils sont prêts pour nous." (Luc, honey, they're ready for us.)

Luc nodded and looked at Kris. "Eh bien. Je suppose que c'est le temps de rencontrer ses parents. Je vais être ici pour quelques jours si. Nous pouvons tous sortir demain soir après votre pratique." (Well. I guess it's time to meet her parents. I'll be here for a few days though. We can all go out tomorrow night after your practice.)

Kris smiled. "Je vais vous voir bientôt. Bonne chance, Luc." (I'll see you soon. Good luck, Luc.)

Luc laughed as we got up. "Merci, mec. Je vais en avoir besoin." (Thanks, man. I'll need it.) Luc took my hand and dragged me to his car. I felt Kris' eyes on me the entire time. Could Kris be jealous that I'm with Luc? I pushed the thought out of my mind. Luc distracted me by singing along to the radio. He was singing Hero Heroine by: Boys Like Girls.

I couldn't help but laugh. It's so cute. Luc is too amazing for his own good. I love him so much. He knows it; he flaunts it. I love Luc Bourdon with all my heart.

"We're here, petite fleur." (little flower)

I smiled at him. "Thank you, Luc. I just started daydreaming."

"It was about me, wasn't it?"

"Of course it was about you, my cocky little French-Canadian."

"Babe, I'm not little." He chuckled slightly. 
 
"I know, Luc."

"Lets go show your parents how amazing I am." Luc grinned.

I laughed. "Of course, honey. Your awesome-ness just radiates from you!"

He smirked and picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the door. I was laughing hysterically. He silenced me with a kiss and rung the doorbell.

My dad, Mario, opened the door. "Nathalie. Alicia and her boyfriend are here. It's Luc Bourdon."

Luc set me down and shook dad's hand. He's such a gentleman. Dad seemed impressed. When mom walked over, he introduced himself and shook her hand. She was impressed too. I took Luc's phone out of his pocket when it started ringing. "I'll respond and turn it to vibrate, honey." 

He gave me a very sweet smile. "Merci,  ma petite fleur. Je t'aime." (Thank you, my little flower. I love you.) He leaned down and kissed me softly and sweetly.

I looked at his phone. It read Tanger. I opened the text: "Comment as l'impression d'abord aller? Qui sont ses parents? Juste curieux." (How'd the first impression go? Who are her parents? Just curious.)

I smiled when I typed my response: "Ils semblent comme moi. Son père est Le Magnifique. C'est une Lemieux." (They seem to like me. Her dad is The Magnificent. She's a Lemieux.) [Mario actually goes by the French version: Le Magnifique].

I turned off Luc's phone and put it in his pocket. "Alicia, honey, I am going to borrow your boyfriend. Were going to have 'The Talk'. I have to make sure he is good enough for you."

I nodded and looked at Luc. "Good luck. You know my dad's rep. You should know what to expect." I gave him a kiss.

"Mario. Be easy on him. Alicia seems to be as in love with him as she said." Mom smiled as dad nodded. Me and mom watched the boys go into our living room before going to the kitchen to start with dinner.

We talked about Luc and how each other's lives were going as we made pizza dough. It was fun. As soon as we had the newly formed crusts out of the oven, the boys walked in.

"I love your home made pizzas, Alicia. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. What kind are we having today?" Luc wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What kind would you like?"

"Pepperoni. Mmmmmmm. Your pepperoni pizzas are to die for."

"Thanks, love. If you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom." I made my way up the stairs to the bathroom.

While I was in the bathroom, Luc had plans of his own. He didn't waste a second. When I walked downstairs, he took my hand and we walked into the living room where we played a couple rounds of NHL 07.

"Are you scared?"

"What was that, Luc? I didn't quite hear you."

"Are you scared to start? To be playing in a men's hockey league. The only woman."

"I guess I kind-of am, but then I get the thrill of thousands of people cheering me on. I also get to play against you. I just wish we could have been on the same team. Pittsburgh just got the lucky opportunity. It's going to make them even more famous. First, Sid the Kid. Now, Alicia Lemieux: the first woman and the child of Le Magnifique. It's going to be fun, but scary at the same time. If I make a mistake, it will be noticed."

"I will always be here for you, love"

"I believe every word of that."

My dad brought out the pizza on a big plate. He handed it to Luc. "I'm glad that you do." He showed me a pizza that had "Marry Me?" spelled out with chopped up pieces of pepperoni. My eyes teared up. When my eyes caught his, he was down on one knee holding an open velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring.

"Oui, Luc. Bien sûr!" (Yes, Luc. Of course!)

He grinned and put the ring on my finger. I laced my fingers with his and pulled him up to my height. We kissed for minutes. The minutes seemed like hours. It was bliss. When we finally broke apart, we took a picture of the pizza, then we attacked it. He ate 5 pieces, I ate 3. 

My parents were watching the entire time. "I'm so proud of you, Alicia. This is very thought out for you. You really grew up in Vancouver. I told you that you wouldn't regret it." Dad looked like he was proud of me, which he was. 

Mom just looked excited. She wanted to start planning it right away. I don't blame her, I did too.

"I want to get married in August. During the beginning of the month so we can have the off-season to get married and honeymoon." Luc pulled me on his lap.

"I like that idea. It would be the perfect time for 2 NHL athletes." I kissed him. "I want purple and silver to be the colors."

"Of course. Purple is your favorite color. It is fitting."

"We have a year of planning. We have to rush, my love."

"I know, my little flower. We will get it done. It will be perfect. I promise you."

My dad cleared his throat. " Alicia needs rest. She has an early practice tomorrow. You may stay in my daighter's room, Luc. Please don't wake Sidney or disturb any of his rituals."

Luc smiled. "Of course, Mr. Lemieux."

"Goodnight, kids." My mom smiled. She hugged us both, my dad copying the motion right after, and they both went to bed.

Luc and I walked hand in hand to my room. Both got ready for bed, and snuggled for a little bit. "Je t'aime, Alicia." (I love you, Alicia.)

"Je t'aime, Luc." (I love you, Luc.)

He kissed me. "Sweet dreams."

"Et vous aussi." (And you also.)

"Goodnight."

We kissed once more and both fell asleep in each others' arms.