Uncharted

The game was hard fought, and in the end, the Blackhawks pulled out an extremely gutsy win. Kane scored the winning goal with less than a minute in the third, and the moment that puck went in the net, the noise that filled the United Center was almost deafening. Everyone was on their feet, including me and a very pregnant Sara.

"Come on," she practically sung, tugging at my arm. We abandoned our seats and made our way towards the elevator that would lead us down to the maze that lays below the crowd.

We got no questions as we waltzed passed the security guards and started our descent. By the time we reached the ground level, the boys were already in the locker room doing their interviews and taking their showers. Sara and I were asked to wait in the hallway for them, I took a seat on one of the familiar chairs as Sara started to pace.

"You're going to give birth right here and now if you don't stop," I pointed out, following her as she continued walking back and forth, back and forth.

"Don't worry, she isn't going anywhere," Sara responded, rubbing her stomach lightly.

At first, I thought nothing of her comment as my eyes continued to watch her. Then it hit me. "She?!" I practically shouted, sitting up straighter in my chair. "You're having a girl?!"

"Hush up!" she shouted, smacking me right in the side of the head.

Rubbing the side of my head, I groaned. "Why do I have to hush?" I whined. Sara had always had a wicked slap to her, and I had forgotten how much it hurt when she did it.

"He doesn't know," she pointed out, nodding towards the locker room. "He told me that he didn't want to know the sex of the baby until it popped out, as he put it." Sara finally took a seat next to me and sighed. "I have a bad feeling that he was hoping for a boy." She seemed nervous at this thought, but I just rolled my eyes.

"Look, Patrick will be happy no matter the sex of your little bundle of joy," I reassured her, slouching back down in my seat. "Plus, I'm sure he'll get his little boy sooner or later."

Just as Sara opened her mouth to tear apart my statement, Patrick and Jonny both emerged from the locker room. Her mouth snapped shut again, and I couldn't help but laugh at this. She was shooting daggers my direction, and I was loving every minute of it.

"What are you two talking about?" Patrick questioned. Sara rose to her feet and shook her head quickly.

"Nothing. I'm starving. Let's get dinner," she spat, taking Patrick's hand and leading him towards the player's parking lot. I watched as they disappeared, shaking my head and laughing once more. I knew they would be running off the moment Patrick appeared, and it didn't bother me in the slightest.

Jonny took a seat next to me, kissing me softly. "Thank you," he said with a smile.

"No problem," I said, shrugging off his words. Even though he had basically fed me to the pregnant dragon, Patrick pulled it off.

He couldn't help but laugh at me before standing up. "Well, my ride apparently abandoned me. What are the chances you'd like to go get dinner with me?"

"What choice do I have?" I sighed, standing up next to him. "I'm not one to leave a helpless man all on his lonesome. Come on," I laughed, taking his hand in mind and pulling him towards my car.

-x-

The restaurant was packed. I didn't think it was possible to fit so many people into such a small space, and my job was trying to fit people into certain spaces. We had managed to get a small table in the back, probably because the hostess knew Jonny the moment he walked through the door. I wasn't surprised. The face of the Chicago Blackhawks never seemed to go unnoticed.

"I don't think I've ever seen it this busy," he said, diving a fork into his pasta. Our service had been surprisingly fast for the amount of people in the restaurant, but again, I credited that to just who my boyfriend was.

I nodded lightly, taking another look around at all the people. A few of the girls were giving me death stares, and that brought a confident smile to my face. I liked knowing that he was mine...and only mine. "At least we got decent service," I said, taking a bite of my salad.

The night wore on and we both finished our meals. Instead of leaving, we decided it might be a good idea to just sit back and enjoy a drink or two. Our conversation turned from my day with bridezilla to his day at practice and the game. He told me about the rest of Patrick's apology, which had to do with taking Sara to dinner and then a romantic night at home.

"I think it's cute," I said, stirring my drink slowly with its straw. "I mean, he shouldn't have to apologize in the first place, but....what's wrong?"

In the middle of my sentence, I noticed Jonny's eyes get wide. Just as he went to open his mouth, a felt something cold and wet fall on top of my head and slide down my face and neck. Turning around, I was surprised to see Amber standing over me, an empty drink in her hand.

"What the FUCK?!" I heard myself shout, standing up and running my hand over my face.

Amber just stood there, confidence radiating over her features. "Maybe that will teach you to steal someone's boyfriend," she cooed.

"I didn't steal ANYONE!" My teeth clenched at the words, and my hands formed themselves into fists. I was two seconds from punching her in her pretty little face when I felt Jonny's hand land on my shoulder.

Before either of us had time to say anything, the hostess as well as the manager were standing by our table. It was obvious by the drink on head that Amber had been the culprit, which lead to her being escorted from the restaurant. "You might just want to tell her before I do," she called right before she walked out the door.