Like a Damaged Nerve

The loss of the game was felt through the whole arena and especially in the locker room. We listened as Coach Q reamed the team for a shitty performance and then specifically called out Patrick for fighting over stupid shit and then stormed off. The team sat in silence for a long while before Carcillo let out a very angry string of curse words, seeming to break some tension and allow other guys to voice their anger. I made my way to the trainer’s room, texting Patrick that I was heading home.

I got in my car and made my way back to the apartment, trudging up to the door and letting myself in, kicking off my shoes. I slipped off my team jacket, hanging it on the wall as I headed towards the bedroom. I stood in the room for a moment, not really knowing what to do with the rest of the night. I decided on a good glass of wine and a to use one of the new bath bombs that Ky had given to me as a gift. I started up my bath and dropped the bomb in while I went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass. Then I went into the bathroom to begin my relaxing before Patrick came home, probably still pissed about the game.

It wasn’t long before the front door opened and slammed shut. My bath had just turned too cool for me, forcing me out and to wrap myself in a robe. I padded into the main room with my empty glass, seeing Patrick standing there. He looked incredibly mad and was holding something in his hand.

“Hi babe…” I said carefully, putting my glass on the counter and walking over to him. I ran my hands up his back and across his shoulders, squeezing them to try and help him relax

“Ovi gave you his fucking number?” Patrick seethed, turning to face me and stuffing the paper back into my hands. His jaw was locked tight as he walked past me and paced the kitchen.

“Patrick you know I would never call him. I love you, not some toothless Russian asshole.” I said, crossing my arms and looking at him. “I’m actually a little offended that you even think I would.”

“I’m not mad at you!” He snapped, turning to me again with wild eyes. I reeled back a little, not knowing how to react at his outburst. “I’m fucking pissed that he and that fucking douche Mike Green are trying to get to me through you!”

“Is that what that fight was about? Me?” I asked, now starting to put the pieces together. That must have been why Pat was in the penalty box for the game.

“I let him get in my head and gave them exactly what they wanted…it’s my fault we lost.” He said, running his hands through his hair. I carefully went over and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him.

“It’s okay, baby….shit happens…now you know.” I said, standing on my toes and kissing him sweetly.
“Besides, I like you more than Ovi or Mike.”

“I like you too…..bit more than like….this stupid thing called love.” He said, starting to grin a little bit as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Hmm…maybe we should get married…” I teased, grinning back at him as I started helping him out of his suit jacket.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” He said, pulling his dress shirt off, rather than unbutton it. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I said, kissing him again and getting to spend some much needed alone time with my fiancé.