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[holy-puckslibrary]

just a lil firefighter!sid fluff for y'all :)

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Surely, the chief of Canada's oldest fire department has more important things to do on a crisp morning, the last one preceding a fresh week, than this. He most definitely does. And, yes, Chief Crosby is known for his pragmatic approach to, well, everything.

But neither carries weight here—not when she calls.

Leaky faucet, dead car battery, unreachable spider... It doesn't matter. One ring, and he's rushing home. He can't pin-point when the pattern began, likely sometime shortly between the day you moved into town and his first off-day, but it's a routine he's come to enjoy despite the extra strain on both his schedule and his body; Sidney never thought sharing a property line could be so tedious or time-consuming.

He knows he shouldn't enjoy the distraction as much as he does. You aren't together, Sidney doesn't ever allow his imagination wander that far, but he can't help it. He can't help but help. He rarely turns down anyone in need, which has done wonders for his reputation within the community, but with you... With you, it's different, and embarrassingly so.

He doesn't have the words to explain it. Not that he needs to, it's written plainly across his face.

There's a reason you're regular fixtures in the town's gossip column.

When he arrives on scene—not ten minutes after his F-Series crawled down the gravel drive—Sidney shakes his head and laughs. Collecting his cell and his radio, he slips out of the truck, watching as you fret like a mother hen.

Still in your slippers, you're stood at the base of a decently-sized red spruce wedged between his yard and yours, your crumpled face angled up into the yellow-green needles. You're the very picture of worry, wringing your trembling hands and muttering to yourself.

A stray kitten caught in a tree, that's what's got you in a such a state.

"Well, this is a new one," he bellows in lieu of a greeting, slamming the door shut as his boots hit the ground.

Briefly, your glassy eyes dart in his direction. You're midway through your customary apology when he arrives at your side and quiets you, just as he always does.

"They're more than capable of holding down the fort for however long it takes to rescue our new friend, okay?"

"I know, but what if—"

"But nothing," Sidney huffs, and he dares to take you by the shoulders. And, externally, he ignores the way you shiver under his palms. "If I didn't think it was safe for me to step out for a couple of minutes, I wouldn't. You believe me, right?"

You nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

"Good. Now, how 'bout you keep an ear on this," Sidney sets the clunky satellite radio in your hand, "—and I'll grab the ladder from the shed?"

He doesn't really need your help monitoring the channel, but he knows you'll feel better if you feel like you're doing something. Like him, you find comfort in your utility.

In less than a minute, Sidney re-emerges, rounding the corner with a ladder in hand. You're in the same spot, now fidgeting with the radio, anxiously dumping it from one palm to the other and back again. He follows your gaze to line up the simple equipment necessary for the rescue operation.

Sidney's heart swells as you quietly step forward to spot him.

Lucky for everyone, the ball of orange fur is on the branch nearest to the ground. Sidney needs only to step up onto the first wrung to safetly coax the frightened creature into his waiting hands, he's back on the ground not long after.

He gives the kitten a gentle parting scratch under the chin, then transfers the purring fluff to you. The soft bundle takes to you immediately, nuzzling into your chest like that's where it wanted to be all along.

"I think he likes you," Sidney observes with a cheek-numbing grin.

Your lips are tipped up at the end and there's fan of happiness rooting itself around your eyes. Your mouth opens to reply, but before the words come—

"Well, would you look at this?"

Across the quiet street and a few houses to the left sits an audience of two. Both of which are now cooing as loudly as two ladies in their sixties can manage. Coffee cups in one hand and their cellphones propped up in the other, they fawn over the two of you as if it's live theater.

Sidney curses their sons, who he'd completed the explorer program with as teens, for enabling this technological torture.

"Smile, you two! Oh, Denise is just going to eat this up," one of them, a spitfire in a 4'11 frame by the name of Mrs. Bouchard, exclaims to her co-conspirator, Ms. Johnston.

Then, to no one's surprise and Sid's chagrin, they giddily type out their respective messages to the local paper's equally-nosy editor-in-chief.

"Looks like we're front-page news again," you hum bashfully.

The tabby mewls in your arms. You curl into the little bundle of fur, lips landing between its delicate ears.

Sid studies you in his periphery as he slips in and out of heady contemplation, ultimately deciding he doesn't mind as much as he once did. "That we are..."

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[sportsthoughts]

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[starshine-hockey-girl]

Change of Plan - Never Ever Have I - 2024 Post Season Blurb

Just a blurb to ease the pain of the Pens not making the playoffs.

On Exit Interview day, Sidney and Evie find that sometimes plans change.

Warning- contains spoilers of Sidney and Evie's 2024 life; Sidney and Evie smut- semi-public sex, talks of breeding

The chapter that started it all-

Thursday - April 18th - Crosby house - Sewickley, PA 

Sidney laid on his belly in the living room and meticulously stacked blocks in a tower while his daughter watched. When he placed the last block on the top of the tower, he would grin and say, “Cat-Cat, do you like my tower? Isn’t it so tall?” 

She would clap her hand and nod her head, “Tall Daddy…. Tall”. Then she would proceed to knock the tower down much to Sidney’s feigned shock and sadness. Sidney would put his head down and pretend to cry while looking sideways at the brunette beauty who was the perfect combination of her parents. “Daddy build,” his daughter would instruct, “Daddy build.” 

He would grin at her before sighing dramatically, “Okay, but don’t knock it down again.” She would smile and clap as he rebuilt the tower. They were currently in round twelve of the game when the front door opened. Trina and Troy stepped into the house and Catherine abandoned Sidney in his place. She waddled over to her grandmother and held up her arms. Trina scooped her up and swung her around. 

Sidney stood up and looked at his parents in confusion. “I wasn’t expecting you two this morning,” he smiled. 

Trina began to speak before Evie cut her off.. “Beso, I asked them to come over to stay with Catherine,” she explained as she descended the stairs. Sidney turned to her with a look of confusion. Evie stopped at the bottom of the stairs, hugged her in-laws, and kissed Catherine on the cheek. “I have some errands to run before the party tomorrow night,” she said as she turned to Sidney, “I thought I would drop you off for your exit stuff and then pick you up afterwards so we could have some lunch together.” The Crosbys were hosting a combination party that night. They were celebrating the end of the season, and Jeff Carter’s just announced retirement. 

Sidney processed the information quickly. While he couldn’t produce a logical objection to her plan, something seemed amiss. Evie was far too dressed up for simple errands. For errands, she defaulted to yoga pants. Instead she wore a short red dress which she paired with sparkly flats. However, he dismissed the thought and they proceeded to get ready to leave. 

THREE HOURS LATER- UPMC Lemieux Sports Complex

“Geno!” Evie yelled at the tall Russian. 

He turned to her with a smile. “Evie- you sight for hurt eyes.”

“Sore eyes - sight for sore eyes,” Evie corrected. 

Geno rolled his eyes. Evie was the only person who had enough audacity to correct his English. He pretended to be annoyed but he appreciated her concern. “Sore eyes,” he repeated, “Nice to see my friend. It has been too long.”

“It was last week,” she laughed as she hugged him. “How is our boy?” she asked quietly. They shared a look. They both knew the results of the season had the capability to bring out the worst in Sidney.

“He’s good,” Geno spoke, the relief evident in his voice. “He's in the locker room,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. “Nikita is waiting for me. I will see you tomorrow night. He can't wait to see his Evie,” Geno joked as he walked away from her.

“Give him hugs from me!” She called to him before she turned to walk to the locker room.

Sidney sat alone at his locker. His personal effects were packed neatly in his duffle bag along with the additional bag of swag that that equipment team put together for Catherine. The Penguins staff had left the room to allow him time to gather his thoughts. “So another year of missing the playoffs,” he thought to himself. The thought ruminated in his brain as he tried to summon any sort of emotion. In the past, he would have imagined that there would be feelings of disappointment, even anger, but today he felt nothing.”Well, that’s not true,” he corrected himself. He felt a sort of resigned acceptance of the season's outcome. The acceptance was married with a feeling of anticipation and dare he say-happiness? 

He looked forward to spending the next few months with Catherine and Evie. His daughter was such a happy toddler and spending time with her filled him with a peace that he didn’t quite understand. His thoughts turned to Evie who also brought him peace. She also lit a fire in his soul and he looked forward to relishing every minute he could. He needed to reconnect with her in a way that was simply impossible to do during the season. 

He was so lost in thought that he barely heard Evie’s knock on the door. “Beso?” she said as she poked her head into the locker room, “Is there anyone else in here? I don’t want to intrude.” He shook his head no and she walked in gracefully. She looked around the room then turned to him with a smile on her face. 

“You look happy, Mon Etoile,” he remarked, “How did you errands go?” 

“Mission accomplished,” she said as she walked towards him, “Everything is set for tomorrow. Deliveries begin at 4 pm.” He nodded in understanding. Then he smiled and held out his hand to her, a silent invitation. She sat down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “You know Beso,” she drawled, “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” he asked. 

“Come into this room and not remember that night almost six years ago,” she laughed, “How do you not picture me bent over this bench when you come to work every day?”

“Ohhh,” he responded as he deftly wrapped his arm around her and lifted her onto his lap, “I do remember it. I remember it every day.” His voice trailed off and he blinked his eyes that suddenly filled with tears. 

“On a good day, it is a reminder of how much life can change with a single decision,” he spoke softly. “On a bad day, it is a reminder that I have someone waiting for me at home who loves me unconditionally. That all of this…..” He waved his hand around and continued, “All of this is nothing compared to the life that we made together.” He put his hand on her cheek, “So yes, I think about it every time I enter this room- even after all this time.”

 “You do know how to woo a lady,” she leaned forward and kissed him gently, “Speaking of wooing, come with me, Beso.” She hopped up and held out her hand. He looked at her hand and then her face before grabbing onto it.

“Evie, where are we going? Should I be scared?” he joked as they exited the locker room and walked along the hall toward the rink. Sidney noticed that the hall was suspiciously empty. Evie led them to the bench. On the bench, there were two plastic bottles - one yellow and one black with Penguins logos on each.

“Evie…..” he groaned, ”What are we doing?” The lights to the rink were off. Only light from the hallway illuminated the bench. 

“Take a seat in your office, Mr. Crosby,” she directed him to sit. 

“Technically this isn't my actual official since it's the practice rink,” he corrected her.

“Take a seat, Beso,” she repeated. Once he was on the bench, she handed him the black bottle while taking the yellow one in her hand. Then she hiked her dress slightly and straddled his body, wrapping her legs behind his back. Then she smiled brightly at him as his eyes adjusted to the low light. “Beso, I am challenging you, “ she started to speak before he interjected.

“To what?” He moaned as lifted his hips to press into her. 

“Wait, wait, wait…” She shook her head, “I have a whole plan.” His hands went under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass, pulling her into his crotch. “Beso, seriously - I have a plan,” she moaned as he grinned into her. 

“Well, now I have a plan,” he kissed her neck. “Did you arrange privacy, Mon Etoile? Was that part of your plan?” The friction between their bodies filled her with pleasure that it was difficult to think. 

“Yes,” she moaned, “The rink is ours.”

“Good,” he pushed her off his lap, spun her around and lifted her skirt in one smooth motion. “Oh no panties, Mon Etoile? Such a naughty woman, but i am changing the plan. Want to know the new plan, Evie?”

“I am pretty sure I can figure it out,“ she teased before she swatted his hand away. However she made no other movement. Instead she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the bench railing.

“Evie,” he groaned as he stood and unbuttoned his pants, “You will like my plan. I promise. Want to hear it?” He leaned over her back and pressed his erection against her slick folds. She nodded yes, afraid she might not be able to control the volume of her moans.

He slid into her effortlessly. “My new plan is to put another baby into you,” he moaned as his cock was enveloped into her warmth. Evie smiled. This was her favorite of Sidney’s kinks. He got so turned on imagining impregnating her like he was a prized stallion in need to continue his bloodline. He pulled her up to kiss her neck before he reached around to use his fingers to enhance her pleasure. “We have all summer, Evie,” he whispered into her ear, “All summer for me to fill you every morning and night with my seed. You’ll be pregnant by the time the season starts.” 

“Do it, Beso,” she moaned, “Fill me up right now.”

“Yes, I'm going to put a boy in you,” he hissed as his thrusting sped up, “My son.” The idea of his second child being conceived in an ice rink fueled his passion. It wasn’t long before they both collapsed from their mutual orgasms. He had a momentary panic when he noticed the drips slowly going down her thighs. His eyes darted around the bench as he pulled up his pants.

Evie shook her head, adjusted her dress then pulled a small hand towel from her purse. Sidney smiled, “Oh so you planned on me making a mess out of you today.” He took the towel from her hand, bent down and gently cleaned her thighs. He followed with kisses as he guided her back to the bench.

Evie leaned her head back and moaned softly, “Something like that. I knew that it was a distinctly possibility, which is why they shut down the rink for us,” she teased as she pulled out panties from here , “Knowing our past, it seemed like a safe bet.”

“What was your plan?” he as scooped her and placed her on his lap. He nodded his head toward the black and yellow bottles. “We're those involved” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was going to challenge you to a game of “Never Ever Have I - married edition,” she joked.

“We can still play,” he kissed her cheek, “I just got caught up in the moment.” His hand instinctively went to her stomach. “Maybe the ice will bring us luck,” he grinned, “Just like with Catherine.”

“Not so sure about that, Beso,” she grinned.

“You don't think it worked? Why?”  he did some mental math, “Shouldn't you be ovulating now?” Evie opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. “What? Am I wrong?”

“I should be surprised that you know when I ovulate, but I am not, “ she softly kissed his lips. “But to answer your question, no- I am not ovulating,” she sighed, “Definitely not. All that work was unproductive.”

“You don’t think we conceived just now?” He whispered. It started a joke- a way to engage in their favorite kinks but the idea took root in his mind. The more he thought about it, the stronger the desire became. “You don't think we conceived or you are not ready for another child?” he asked.

“No, Beso- I don't think we just conceived a baby,” she kissed his nose, “and I hope to God that we are ready.” His eyes searched her face in question. She sighed and reached for her purse. “Close your eyes,” she ordered. His face scrunched up as she put her hands behind her back. 

“I am sorry to disappoint you, Beso, but you didn't put a baby inside of me today,” she said with a soft smile. His face dropped and her hand went to his cheek. “See, you can't put a baby inside of me,” she kissed him gently, “because there is already one there.”

Confusion spread across this face. “What do you mean there is a baby inside you?” he asked in a small voice.

“I mean that I am pregnant,” she grinned, “Surprise!”

She watched as the realization sunk into his brain. “I can't put a baby into you because there is already a baby inside of you. There is a baby inside of you,” he spoke to himself. “There is a baby inside of you, which means you’re pregnant, which means that you are going to have a baby,” he uttered. Suddenly all of the dots connected and exclaimed,”WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!!! A BABY!!! EVIE….EVIE….A BABY!!!”

“Are you sure?” he asked. She pulled the sonogram picture from behind her back and handed it to him. He studied it silently. Evie wiped his tears. A million questions flooded his brain. He opened his mouth, and they flew out. She patiently listened.

“I took a test on last week when you were on the road. The OB confirmed it today, “ she explained, “He is due the second week of December.”

“He?” he grinned, “You think the baby is a boy, or do you know yet?”

“Too soon to tell,” she answered, “but this one feels different than Catherine. Maybe it's because we weren't planning on it. Are you sure you're happy? I know you like things planned, and having a baby during the season isn't ideal…..”

“Evie,” he pulled her into a hug and squeezed her tight. “You taught me that the best things are unplanned. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and you were a complete surprise. I wasn't looking for you, but one game of Never Ever Have I later, here we are.”

He glanced at the bottles, “Sorry for ruining your plans, Evie.”

“It's okay,” she laughed, “it worked out.”

“Wait,” he announced, “I have one.”

“One what?” she asked.

“One Never Ever Have I,” he answered as he hand instinctively went to her belly.

“What is it?” she placed her hand on top of his.

“Never Ever Have I been so happy,” he beamed.

Evie reached for bottles of water and took a drink, “Me too, Beso, me too.”

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[swissboyhisch]

Perth Exploration

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catherineletang: A family breakfast before a full day of exploring 🇦🇺🇦🇺 tagged: ivylemieux, verofleury, annamalkin and kathyleutner

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user: all the photos of Ivy and the kiddos... she's such a great aunt

krisletang: why only the women tagged?

genomalkin: feels rude

crosby87: definitely

user: the families also went! That's so cute

user: Sid and Kathy included with the Malkins!

pittsburghpenguins: Our stars living it up in Australia

ivylemieux: Missing Pitt tho!

user: this family makes me so happy. I love seeing their little updates.

user: 🥹🥹

ivylemieux: Aunty loves all her kiddos

crosby87: I'm still the favourite

ivylemieux: keep dreaming squidnee 🫢

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nhl: Some of our favourite players are getting up to mischief during their free time in Perth today

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user: even in another country the boys play golf

user: Aww poor pookie, he's looking a little tired next to Jack

user: Mat what are you doing sir? 🤔

user: he's such a hottie

user: Sid and Nate being on the same team is the best. No doubt Canada will win

user: 🤤🤤🤤🤤

user: Thank you admin

user: truly did a service for the fans

user: the Mat pic as well as the Nico. Damn

user: Freddie 🥵🥵🥵

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amatthews34: The crowd in Oz is really something special 🇦🇺

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user: Look! The Wizard of Oz!

marner16: Imagine being American 🤢

matbarzal: right? I wonder what it's like to be on a losing team?

morgnreilly: You do have experience with it Barzy. It's called the Islanders.

user: I love that the leafs' three headed dragon had split. One on each team

user: Nice seeing you back in the uniform

torontomapleleafs: Our 4 goal king 👑

user: Holding up this team!

usahockey: 👑

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tkachuk19: Gotta love going out for dinner with everyone ✨ tagged: ivylemieux

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user: thE miDDLE PIC 😍😩

user: The last picture of Tkachuk, McDavid and baby Lemieux 😂 They would party it up so hard!

user: imagine the parties

ivylemieux: Dang we are a hot group of people

emmafarinacci: right? No-one is hotter than us

user: Team USAAAAAA! 🇺🇸

user: TEAM CANADA! 🇨🇦 Liked by ivylemieux

bradytkachuk: I see you bro 😏

user: is that quinn in there too?

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[dadvans]

hey, don’t cry— tristan jarry goalie goal, ok???

#pittsburgh penguins #tristan jarry #hockey #seeing EK shake him in that hug #fanfiction italicized oh moment

[lafrexniere]

can you write a lil blurb about throwing yourself into some of the draft boys arms like im talking legs around waist clinging to them

maybe after the draft or maybe the reader wins a game or skth

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend since he went to play juniors two hours away from you, and now it was the night he would get drafted into the NHL. You talked to his parents about you going there and they were on board for the surprise. Throughout the day you texted Brayden like you were still in Saskatoon, talking about how much you missed each other and how you’d be watching the draft from where you were, little did he know that was in the building. You watched the draft start from the box where you would meet Brayden with his family once he got through the standard draft stuff. 

As the draft started you watched many players get drafted, seeing Brayden sitting there still getting passed.

“C’mon someone take him,” you said to yourself. It was roughly halfway through the first round, and Pittsburgh was up, you sat anxiously hoping this would be the one.

“The Pittsburgh Penguins are proud to select Brayden Yager.” You cheered at the top of your lungs from the box you were waiting in. You wanted to rush down there so badly to see him but you had to wait. You jumped around the box cheering as he approached the stage. You sent him a message so he wouldn’t be suspicious.

I’m so proud of you Bray

You knew there was no way he would respond he was way too busy, but you received a text from his mom saying they were on their way up. You continued to watch the draft as more and more picks went by. 

“Y/N so good to see you,” you heard a voice behind you say, you turned around to see the Yager family entering the box, and you jumped up to greet all of them with hugs. 

“It’s so great to see you guys,” you smiled. The Yagers had become your second family, even while Brayden was playing juniors you spent a lot of time at their house. You continued watching the draft as the plan was put in place, you would be hiding behind the wall of his family in the arena seats, and they would reveal you after he got to everyone. You waited in the seat when you heard cheers, you knew your boyfriend had arrived. You stood up and made your way closer to the cluster, standing on the stairs in the box. You sat back down as you heard his footsteps getting closer. He looked down the row to see you sitting there. His face was priceless, he was so surprised and overwhelmed. You stood up and ran to him, jumping into his arms and clinging tightly to him. He kept you off the ground, allowing you to cling even tighter, as you wrapped your legs around his waist he smiled up at you.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he said still surprised.

“I had to see you,” you smiled. He pulled your head down to his, meeting his lips with yours. Your lips broke apart as you played with the bit of hair sticking out of the back of his hat.

“It’s been too long since that,” he said putting you down.

“I know,” you two moved into the arena seats and sat down. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you close.

“So what do you think?” he said looking down at his jersey, then back up at you.

“The black and gold looks good on you, but then again anything looks good on you,” you said.

“How’d I get such a perfect girl,” he kissed your cheek. 

“I don’t know, how’d I get such a perfect guy,” you kissed his cheek. You two sat there smiling at each other for a moment. 

“I missed you so much y/n/n,” he said taking his hat off and ruffling his hair. 

“I missed you more Bray,” he looked offended by that comment. 

“Not possible,” he said arguing.

“You can ask your parents, they know,” you laughed. 

“You can ask them too, you realize they are my parents,” he laughed harder.

“I’m not making sense am I?”

“Nope, but it’s okay, I’m just too happy to see you again,” he said moving his hand up from your shoulder to your cheek. He gently brushed his thumb across it, then moved his hand to your hair, pulling your face to his once more. Your lips met once again and it was even sweeter than before. As you pulled apart for air, you both could feel your smiles through closed eyes. You both opened them at the same time and saw your smiles. 

“I love you so much Brayden,”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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I love him so much he's adorable

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[thedevilrisen]

sneak peak 🫣

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[readingbythestreetlights]

if any of you sidgeno fans haven’t read motherland by sevenfists please do so IMMEDIATELY

it’s genuinely a life-changing piece of writing and by far the most memorable sidgeno work i’ve ever read

i have yet to get over it still and it’s been SO LONG since i first read it

#sidgeno #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #fic recs #fanfiction

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

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gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

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[blueskrugs]

closure | Sidney Crosby

happy (belated) birthday sid, sorry your present is an angsty fic. 

I started this one a year and a half ago, picked it back up a few weeks ago to try and get it done by 8/7, wrote 2000 words, decided to change half of it, went to summer camp for a week, got writer’s block for one last scene, and now we’re here. finally.

length: 4.5k words

It’s been a long time And seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain

Margaret Thomas didn’t hate Sidney Crosby. No, that required too much energy. Margaret would just rather not think about him, which was easier said than done. He was no longer “Sid the Kid,” but he was still a force to be reckoned with on the ice. Sometimes he seemed inescapable—there were commercials featuring him running on ESPN, and it seemed like at least once a week he pulled off some ridiculous feat that only Sidney Crosby could do that was in all the highlight reels for days. It wasn’t for lack of trying on her part, though; Margaret didn’t watch much hockey these days, and her ties with the hockey world had been severed as abruptly as their relationship. Margaret hadn’t quite moved on, but she was okay again. 

Margaret wondered sometimes who knew all of the details of their breakup all those years ago. Her relationship with Sid had been as quiet as Sid could keep it, but she had been there for the Cups, for the gold medals. Those memories, those pictures, would go down in history alongside his name, engraved in silver and gold. It had been a cute story once, the boy who saved the Penguins falls in love with a girl from Pittsburgh, settles down and sticks around. That’s how it was supposed to go, at least.

Margaret is surprised when she gets a letter in the mail, mixed in amongst junk and bills. Who sends letters anymore? The return address is unfamiliar, but the careful, spidery handwriting spelling out her name and the little “SPC” in the corner is as familiar as her own.

Of course Sid would send a letter, after all these years, after cutting off all contact after the break-up, stubbornly old-fashioned person that he was. She was annoyed that that thought was still laced with fondness underneath the bitterness. Margaret wondered, too, how he’d gotten her address; Margaret had moved since the breakup, and she didn’t keep in contact with anyone on the team or their wives enough to warrant ever sending a Christmas card. 

Margaret carefully slides her finger under the flap of the envelope and pulls out the letter inside. It, too, was handwritten, because of course it was. Margaret takes a deep breath and begins to read.

I’m sure you’re surprised to be hearing from me after all these years. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve thought about reaching out, but I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear from me. I’ve even started writing this a few times, but I could never get the words right.

Margaret scoffs, more than a little bitter. She wonders what was so important to finally make him reach out after all these years. She briefly thinks of crumpling up the letter and tossing it in the trash, but her curiosity got the better of her. Margaret keeps reading.

I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way things ended between us. It wasn’t fair to you. I wish I could’ve done it differently, or not done it at all, but there’s no way to change the past, is there? I didn’t realize it at the time, but I probably really hurt you. I should’ve apologized a long time ago.

Sid’s words were uncovering a hurt Margaret thought she’d buried deep long ago. He was right, though, there was no changing the past. She brushes away a tear before it can land on the sheet of paper in her hand. There was more to the letter.

I’ll be playing in my 1250th game soon. They’re treating it like a big milestone. Jen’s been talking about rounding up some people for interviews or something. I saw your name on a list and wanted to give you a head’s up before she called. 

Margaret remembered the videos from Sid’s 1000th game. No one had reached out to her to make a video for Sid that time. She doesn’t know what she would’ve said, anyway.

I don’t know what she’ll ask you to do, but I want you to know that you’re not obligated to do anything. You certainly don’t owe me anything. 

He had that right. He hadn’t even offered Margaret a proper explanation for why he ended a years-long relationship, or a proper goodbye.  

It happened the day of Sid’s Cup party in 2017. Sid pulled Margaret aside as the party was wrapping up, nothing more than a few drunken stragglers and friends and family sticking around to clean up. Sid looked nervous as she followed him into a quiet room. 

“What’s up?” Margaret asked.

Sid didn’t make any move to sit and neither did Margaret. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I think this needs to stop,” he said. He wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“What?” Margaret asked. Drunk on summer sun and champagne, she wasn't following. 

“I-” Sid looked uncertain for a moment. “I think we need to break up.”

“What?” she said again. Margaret didn’t know what she was expecting when Sid asked her to come with him, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I want to break up,” Sid said firmly. “I need some space.”

Margaret had lied. She knew exactly what she’d been expecting. A ring, a future and a life together. They’d talked about it, even. Margaret felt like Sid had punched her in the gut. She almost wished he had, actually. That would hurt less than this.

“I don’t understand, Sid,” Margaret said. She thought they were happy. She thought Sid loved her. She had been wrong about both, apparently.

“I’m sorry,” was all Sid said as he brushed past Margaret and went back outside. She faintly heard a cheer go up as he reemerged. Margaret slipped upstairs. Despite all the people milling around, Sid still valued his privacy, and he didn’t have anyone staying in any of the guest bedrooms. It was easy to move her things into one down the hall while the party wrapped up outside. 

Margaret flew out from Halifax the next morning. Her things were cleaned out of Sid’s house and into a new apartment of her own before Sid was back in Pittsburgh for training camp in September. She deleted his phone number in October. She never saw him again. It was probably for the best that way.

Margaret’s hands shake. Frustrated, she throws the piece of paper, but it simply flutters to the ground at her feet. She isn’t sure who she’s more upset with—Sid, for still holding a piece of her heart, or herself, for still allowing Sid to break her heart after all these years. Margaret steps over the paper and wanders into her kitchen. She pulls open the fridge and stares aimlessly into it for a long moment. On the floor behind her, Sid’s letter sits, only half read, taunting her. Margaret slams the fridge shut. The rattling of the things on the door is only satisfying for a moment. 

She walks back over and picks up the letter again. She slides to the floor to read the last few lines.

I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s too much to ask that you could forgive me one day, but I do hope that we can talk about it sometime. But I guess you don’t really owe me that either. 

There was no closing, no autograph signature either, just “Sid” scrawled in messy cursive at the bottom of the page. 

Margaret crumples up the letter and throws it again. It lands somewhere behind her couch. It, too, doesn’t feel as satisfying as she’d like. 

Margaret carefully puts it out of her mind. Or tries to, at least. The letter stays crumpled on the floor of her living room, but it doesn’t matter because it feels like she's committed Sid’s careful words to memory, echoing in her head when her guard was down. 

Margaret’s phone rings a week after the letter arrives. It’s a Pittsburgh area code, a number she doesn’t have saved to her contacts, and she answers it warily. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, Maggie,  this is Jen with the Penguins communications department, do you remember me?”

Of course Margaret remembers Jen. Jen was solely responsible for keeping the team from making fools of themselves most of the time. 

“Of course,” Margaret tells her. She knows why Jen is calling. 

“Well, I’m sure you know that Sid’s coming up on a new milestone soon, and we’ve been tracking down some friends from over the years for some more videos like we had for his 1000th game, and maybe to get some stories about Sid when he was younger,” Jen says, as businesslike as ever. She doesn’t mention the fact that Margaret had been left off the list of friends for Sid’s 1000th game, and neither does she.

“Yeah, uh, Sid gave me a heads up that you might be calling,” Margaret says without thinking.

Jen pauses. “I didn’t realize you two were still in touch.”

“Something like that,” she says wryly.

Jen continues. “We’d love to have you come out to PPG one day soon to get some footage, whenever it works for you.”

Margaret hesitates. Even with Sid’s heads up, she somehow wasn't prepared to be asked for an in-person interview. She had thought Jen would just have her record something in her apartment and send it back to Jen. It would give Margaret unlimited takes to cuss out her ex in the privacy of her own home before she could string together enough warm and complimentary words. Driving down to PPG came with the risk of running into Sid, and Margaret wasn't sure there was ever enough time to prepare herself for that.

“Can I think about it? It’s been a long time,” Margaret hears herself say. 

She hears Jen’s sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, but when she speaks again, she sounds unbothered. “Sure! I’ll leave you be for now, but get back to me in a few days, alright?” Margaret wonders briefly what Sid told Jen about their breakup. He had to have some explanation, some warning, for her, in case she’d taken the “crazy jilted ex” route and exposed him on social media or something. Lucky for him, that had never been Margaret’s style. 

In the end, Margaret agrees. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find it in herself to feel so much contempt for Sid to not do this small thing. She wished she could. She hated that she couldn’t make herself hate him. 

Margaret drove downtown to PPG Paints Arena on a Saturday afternoon. Jen had assured her that the players would be cleared out after film review and an optional skate, and that she had no risk of running into anyone. Margaret  wanted to avoid Sid most of all, but she wasn’t sure she could handle having to make small talk with Tanger or Geno, or meeting some young player who didn’t even know who she was, after she and Sid had carefully erased each other from their histories. 

Jen meets Margaret at the door and quickly ushers her into a small, dimly lit room. It isn’t crowded, just a couple of cameras, a camera operator, and Margaret and Jen. Jen shuts the door behind her and takes a seat across from Margaret. She spares a second to be thankful that she was staying, a familiar face. Brighter flights flick on, and Jen smiles as Margaret blinks a few times to adjust.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been around, how have you been?” Jen asks.

Margaret isn’t sure if the cameras are rolling yet. She forces a smile. “Things have been good,” she says. It’s not a lie. Things were better before she found herself back in the story of Sid’s life.

“We’ll start easy,” Jen says. “What’s a story about Sid most people don’t know? You two were so close when he was younger.”

That’s also definitely not a lie. Margaret had tried to prepare herself for anything Jen might ask her, but Margaret still takes a moment to answer, wracking her memory for something to say.

Margaret and Sid had met in a bar, just before the 2009-2010 season started. That wasn’t a cute or wholesome story to tell. Margaret takes a deep breath.

“There was this time I dragged Sid to the animal shelter because I wanted a dog.”

“Maggie, I don’t need a dog,” Sid is saying, gamely allowing himself to be dragged towards the doors of Humane Animal Rescue.

Maggie stops and turns to face Sid, hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you’ve still got Sam back home, I know. But I want a dog, so we’re here.” 

She pulls open the door and lets Sid walk ahead of her inside. He nervously touches the brim of his hat and looks around. A smiling volunteer makes her way over to them.

“Hey guys, what can I help you with today?” she asks. 

Maggie smiles back at her and takes Sid’s hand. “I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog,” she says.

“Perfect, we have plenty of those, hopefully one will be your perfect new friend,” the volunteer says, already turning and heading towards the kennels. She asks Maggie questions as they walk—what exactly she’s looking for, what her apartment is like, if she has any other pets— and Maggie is suddenly overwhelmed. Sid trails a few steps behind, only half listening. Maggie can hear the barking dogs before the volunteer even opens the door to their part of the shelter. 

Maggie glances over her shoulder at Sid. “You sure you don’t want to adopt one, too?” she teases, noticing Sid’s soft smile, always a sucker for a cute face. “I’m sure we could find you a good match.” Sid just shakes his head at her.

The next hour is a blur of meeting dogs and Maggie trying not to fall in love with all of them. Sid ends up on the floor with her, happily cuddling and playing with each new dog that’s brought out to Maggie. In the end, she falls for a sweet Pit mix named Biscuit. Even Sid seems enthralled by her when she licks his face. 

Maggie’s got Biscuit on a leash, and she’s following the volunteer back to the front desk to fill out all the paperwork for adoption when Sid stops short. Maggie stops, too. Sid’s standing next to a glass door labeled Kitten Room, watching a little boy play with a kitten. The little boy notices Sid watching and looks up. Margaret can tell the moment he recognizes Sid as Sidney Crosby by the way his face splits into a grin. He carefully sets the kitten down and runs to open the door.

“Do you wanna play with the kitties, too?” Maggie hears him ask. Sid glances at her. Biscuit, eager to make a new friend, whines and tugs on her leash. The kitten the boy had been playing with is attempting to make an escape.

Sid scoops the kitten up and edges carefully into the Kitten Room. “Of course, bud,” Maggie hears him say. To Maggie, he adds, “I’ll catch up with you, yeah?” The door shuts behind him before she can answer.

By the time Maggie’s finished with the pages and pages of adoption paperwork, Sid still hasn’t caught back up with her. She and Biscuit make their way back towards the Kitten Room to find him. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the little boy, and there’s a kitten climbing on his shoulder, trying to eat his hat, another one curled up in his hands. Maggie stands next to the glass door and watches them, a smile on her face. Next to her, Biscuit wags her tail at them. The little boy notices them and waves. Sid carefully hands the kitten in his hands to the little boy and disentangles the claws of the other one from his hat. 

He’s grinning as he makes his way back to Maggie, easy and relaxed. He drapes his arm across her shoulders for a moment when comes through the door, and Maggie leans into his side.

“Have fun making some new friends?” she asks. 

“He asked me if I could score a goal for him tomorrow night,” Sid says, laughing a little.

“Y’know, a cat would probably be a better pet for you, with all the travel and stuff,” Maggie says.

Sid digs his elbow into her ribs, but he kisses Maggie quickly against the car before opening the back door for Biscuit. 

Margaret’s eyes were wet when she finished telling her story. She twists around in her seat to dry them before facing Jen again. It’s not even a sad story. She’d almost forgotten the memory altogether. It’s been a few years since Biscuit had passed now, but that sweet little dog had been Margaret’s anchor during the aftermath of their breakup. She should look into adopting another dog, Margaret thinks absently. Jen seems unfazed by, but not unsympathetic to, Margaret’s crying. 

“And what do you want to say to Sid?” she asked. 

Margaret had thought about this part, too. She remembered someone saying that Nathan MacKinnon’s message for Sid’s 100th game was too personal to show on the broadcast. She’d considered saying something vindictive, something petty. Her relationship with Sid had always been personal, and a part of Margaret wanted this last message to be just between them, too. But she worried that Jen would just scrap the footage if she said anything too cruel. 

So Margaret settled for sincere, or as sincere as she could muster.

“Hi, Sid,” she starts awkwardly. “It was such a privilege to be by your side over the years, to be able to watch you grow into an amazing leader. To be there for the Olympics and for the Cups…it’s not something anyone is going to forget. I know it wasn’t easy to get this far, but you did it and you’re still going. I’m proud of you, Sid,” Margaret says. She takes a deep breath. 

There is silence in the room when Margaret finishes speaking. She clears her throat. “Right, is that all, then?” she asks, already standing up. The small room they were in suddenly feels claustrophobic, and Margaret needs out.

Jen stands with her. “It’s perfect, thanks so much for coming in. I’m sure it wasn’t easy…” she says. Margaret wonders, again, how many details of their breakup Jen actually knows. 

Margaret was already opening the door and rushing back into the hallway. She didn’t stop to check if the hallway was clear first, which is how she bumps straight into someone walking down the hall.

“Oof,” she hears, from a voice that was once as familiar as her own. A hand reaches out to steady her elbow. Sid hasn’t seen Margaret’s face yet. 

“No, it’s okay, it was my fault,” she says, carefully not looking up at Sid. She pulls her purse strap back up and tries to edge around Sid before he recognizes her.

“Maggie?” Sid asks 

Margaret freezes. Sid’s still gripping her elbow tightly. “Margaret,” she says.

“What?” “It’s Margaret. No one really calls me Maggie any more,” she tells him. Sid’s grip tightens even more for a moment before he drops his hand back to his side.

Margaret stops peering down the hall behind him and chances a look at his face. Sid’s jaw is tight, and he’s looking at Margaret like he can’t believe he’s actually seeing her. A member of team staff walks past behind Sid— Tags, Margaret is pretty sure— and pats Sid on the back as he goes past. Sid startles a little.

Sid takes Margaret’s arm again, and she lets herself be led into an empty room a few steps down the hall. Sid pushes the door mostly shut behind them.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come out,” Sid admits.

“I was told there wouldn’t be any players here,” Margaret counters. Sid winces, and it’s satisfying to see, briefly. 

“Maggie,” Sid starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s still staring at Margaret like he doesn’t believe she’s real. 

“Stop calling me that,” Margaret says. She’s drained after sitting in front of that camera for Sid, and she doesn’t have the patience, suddenly, for whatever Sid’s about to say next. “Look, I should just go,” she says. “I should’ve never even come in the first place.” She finally wrenches her arm free from Sid’s grip. 

Sid blinks at Margaret, confused. “I just thought-” he says, but, again, he doesn’t finish his sentence. “Well, uh, thanks, I guess,” Sid says, taking a step back. “It means a lot, I know it’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Margaret says. “Yeah, well, I guess now we can go back to pretending the other of us doesn’t exist.” She moves to brush past Sid and out the door. 

“Wait,” Sid says. He reaches to grab Margaret again, but thinks better of it. He shuts the door all the way. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? You made it very clear you didn’t want anything to do with me when you broke up with me. We went our separate ways, and I did my best to forget I was ever in love with you,” Margaret says. She makes a move to push past Sid again, but Sid stops her with an arm around her waist. Margaret spins back to face Sid, now boxed in against the closed door. 

“Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t know what to do,” Sid tries, talking fast like he can keep Margaret from leaving by sheer force of will.

“So fast? Sid, we’d been together for almost seven years, when all of a sudden you broke up with me instead of giving me a ring!”

“Exactly! You wanted a ring, and I wasn’t ready for that,” Sid argues. “It was just-”

“Just so overwhelming you couldn’t even talk about it? Fuck, all I got was a ‘I want to breakup,’ and then we never spoke again.” Margaret didn’t think she had it in her to be angry about this after so many years, but Sid standing so close to her was bringing out all sorts of emotions. Fury, longing, heartbreak.

Sid makes a frustrated noise. “You’re the one who cut me out of your life!”

Margaret feels like she could scream. “You broke up with me, what the hell else was I supposed to do?” she says, trying to keep her voice level. She isn’t sure if she’s going to scream or break down crying. 

“I just needed space! I needed time to figure out where we were headed,” Sid says. 

Margaret opens her mouth to respond, but before she can, Sid’s mouth is on hers, kissing her fiercely. She lets herself melt into it for a second—the way Sid’s lips slide against hers, once so familiar, her back pressed against the door, Sid’s hands on her body, one clutching her hip and the other resting on her cheek—before she comes to her senses and pushes Sid away. Sid goes, breathing raggedly and looking stunned. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Margaret asks. Her hand is on the doorknob. 

“I- I don’t know,” Sid says honestly. “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

Margaret should leave. She knows she should leave. She can’t help but ask, “Which part?”

Sid makes a face at her. Margaret hates the fondness she feels for that damn nose scrunch. “All of it. Everything. I’m sorry,” he says again. 

They’re both quiet for a long time. There’s footsteps down the hall. “I should go,” Margaret finally says. 

This time, Sid doesn’t stop her.  Margaret pulls the door open and steps back into the hall. She looks back over her shoulder. Sid hasn’t moved. 

“Goodbye, Sid,” she says softly. 

She doesn’t pass anyone else as she makes her way back to her car. She drives home in silence. She doesn’t ever hear from Sid again. It’s probably for the best that way. 

 A few weeks later, Margaret gets a text from Jen. The game’s tonight, it reads. Margaret still hasn’t decided if she’s going to watch the game or not. She hasn’t seen a Penguins game since they won the Cup in 2017, hasn’t watched one on TV in even longer.

She turns on her TV.

1250 games isn’t nearly as big of a milestone as 1000 games was, but they’ll still be showing some of the pre-recorded clips throughout the game, mixed in with highlights of Sid over the years, or so Potash is saying when Margaret finds the right channel. There’s no pregame ceremony, just Sid blushing when the PA acknowledges the milestone before puck drop. It’s easy to fall back into the rhythm of watching hockey, though Margaret has to keep the roster pulled up on her phone to keep track of who’s who. The team is very different than she remembers, only a handful of players left who’d remember her. 

They play Margaret’s video clip just before the end of the second period. The words underneath her name simply describe her as “friend of Sid’s” which is a bit of a stretch. “Sid’s ex-girlfriend” would certainly have been funnier. She mutes the TV; she already knows what she said, doesn’t need to hear it again. They’ve interspersed the clip with pictures of Margaret and Sid, some she’d even forgotten existed— Margaret and Biscuit and Sid with his dog Sam one summer, one a teammate had taken of them in a rare moment of PDA with Sid’s hips pressing Margaret into a wall in a hall at PPG, Margaret’s arms wound tightly around his neck, and the last one is one from Sid’s day with the Cup in 2017. She remembers that picture being taken, poking fun at Sid’s sunburn to get him to give the camera a real smile. The memory is bittersweet now. Margaret wonders which poor intern had to dig those up, or if Sid had offered them up himself. 

“I’m proud of you,” on-screen Margaret is saying. 

Margaret clicks the TV off. She stands up, stretches. Sid’s letter hasn’t moved from its place of honor on the floor behind the couch. Margaret fishes it out before heading into the kitchen. She smooths it out on the counter. The words are familiar, imprinted on Margaret’s memory. She rereads it anyway, then again. She misses Sid fiercely, all of a sudden, something in her chest aching at the thought. She stares at the letter without really seeing it, Sid’s thin, careful handwriting blurring together until the letters are indistinguishable.

 With a sigh, Margaret crumples the letter back up and throws it in the trash. 

She pours a glass of red wine and starts over on putting Sidney Crosby out of her mind forever.

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[knightsofsliverandgoldstory]

Marc-André Fleury/ F! OC

Summery: A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights. Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

Warnings: swearing, hockey related lingo. I think that's it

Word count: just over 2.6k (sorry this is more of a filler chapter that had some writers block problems. 5 will be better I promise)

Game day.

First game of the pre-season and the city was buzzing. Hockey was back in the desert and the fans couldn't wait to see the same faces back on the ice, along with the new ones that would be joining them. Barlow could feel the static in the air, the buzz of the excitement. The game was at seven that night, and it was noon when she looked at the clock. She knew she needed to get her pregame nap in and something to eat before she left for the rink. Katie Had already taken Harper for the day, so Barlow could get ready in peace without having to wrangle a toddler on her first day. Going through her pre game rituals, Barlow made a pot of spaghetti, fruit salad and some butter bread. After eating the hearty meal she cleaned everything up and went upstairs to her room to take her pre game nap. Setting her alarm on her phone to make sure she gets up on time, she shut her black out blinds and turned off the lights, laying down for her hour and half nap. Once her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.

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Beep!

Beep!

The sound of her alarm screaming in her ear sent Barlow flying out of bed. She ran a hand through her hair and down her face. She knew she had to get dressed for the game. Going to the bathroom she did her business before washing her hands and grabbing her makeup bag. She pulled out her waterproof and smudge proof black mascara and eyeliner and did a simple makeup, just enough to make her eyes pop, but not enough to make it nasty while playing. Once she did that she French braided her hair down her back, making it tight so it didn't fall out. Once she tied it off she went to get dressed. Putting on a dark cherry pants suit with an off white shirt with a small v neck to it under the jacket. Black ankle heeled boots graced her feet. She tied the black satin belt around the jacket to keep it shut and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked sharp and clean, perfect for her walk into the arena and later for interviews. The suit made her look skinnier than she was and it made her legs go on for miles. She smiled before grabbing her Ray-Ban sunglasses and throwing them on her head before making her way downstairs. She grabbed her car keys and made her way down to her car. She slipped into the driver's seat and started up her SUV, pulling out of the driveway. She pulled down her sunglasses and threw on some music from her pre game music playlist. Some songs from Imagine Dragons and The Score started to blare through her speakers, getting her in the game mood. She stopped at the Starbucks along the way and got a coffee to help her keep going late into the night before getting back on the road.

Pulling into the players parking lot at the rink she shut off her car and grabbed her bag, coffee and keys as she got out of the car. Her boot heels clocked on the pavement, her head held high as she walked down the sidewalk to the arena doors. Fans could be heard cheering and chanting. She lived for moments like this. Taking a deep breath she walked into the rink, a few cameras flashing as she made her walk down the tunnels to the locker room. Keeping a straight face she let the media team get their pregame pictures of her, along with the others who entered the rink. Once she got to the locker room Barlow took a deep breath and let her nervousness sink to her feet. She flashed the boys a smile as she made her way over to her cubby. Running her fingers over the smooth gold colored silk jersey, staring at her name on the back with a smile. She had loved her old team, the memories she had made there, but this was a fresh start for her and Harper. This was the beginning of something new. Now she was going to throw herself wholeheartedly into it.

Grabbing her Under Armor leggings and shirt that she wore under her padding she walked off to the dressing room / shower they had installed just for her. Shutting the door behind her she slipped off her pantsuit and folded it up neatly to put back on after the game. Slipping on her leggings she tied off the built in drawstrings at the top to make them extra secure. She then pulled on her skintight long sleeve that went under her padding to keep it from rubbing her skin raw. Once that was on she went back out to the main locker room to put on her padding and equipment. Slipping on her leg paddings first she strapped them down before grabbing her chest paddings. Slipping the heavy padding over her head she snapped the buckles in place. It had a bit more padding than normal on the front, but other than that it looked like any normal hockey padding. Then she grabbed her arm padding and slipped them on as well. Pulling her socks on next she tapped them down around her knees and calves, making sure they were nice and tight. Then slipping on her hockey pants she tied them off at the waist. Next she grabbed her skates and pulled them on, lacing them up tight before pulling her socks down over the tongues and backs. Once all this was done Barlow turned around and took the silky gold jersey off its hanger and held it in her hands for a moment. Looking down at her name and number one last time before slipping it over her head, letting it fall smoothly over her padding. Barlow knew it was different, and it was always pointed out to her, but she never warmed up before she got dressed. She wanted to be in full or almost full gear before warming with stretches to get the stiffness out of her gear and feel for any discomforts that could hinder her play.

She got onto the floor and went into the splits, grabbing her covered skate blade with her hands and leaning forward to stretch out her back and hamstrings. She held this for about a minute before switching to the other side. Barlow was half way through her stretch when she felt a pair of eyes on her. Looking up, Barlow saw the brown watchful eyes of Marc-André staring at her as he started to lay out his gear.

"Can I help you, Flower? She asked in French to the goalie. She watched as a smile crept across his face and he pulled off his baseball hat to run a hand through his hair.

"Not at all." He simply answered. Barlow gave him a small side eye with a smile before going back to her stretches. After warming up a bit she stood up and did a few jumps, then turned at the hips to loosen up a bit more. After making sure she felt warmed up and her gear felt good she grabbed her sticks and made sure they were taped up right and the right length. As Barlow went about getting ready she turned to face Flower while fixing the tap on one of her sticks.

"Are we still on for tomorrow's lunch?" She continued speaking in French. For the past 2 Tuesdays Barlow, Harper and Marc-André had gone back to the small restaurant to have a meal together to just relax. It had been super nice and each time they hung out outside of the rink, Barlow felt her heart opening up a bit more each time. Flower's soft laugh, his smile, the way he held her hand softly in his during the drive, or how he would kiss her cheek when he dropped them off. Watching him with Harper, how gentle and sweet he was with the toddler made her heart soar.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it. I love my time with my girls." Marc-André answered as he started to strap on his padding. He wasn't looking at Barlow when he spoke but if he had he would have seen the deer in the headlights look on her face. Her stick slipped from her hand and landed on Max's arm with a thud. The forward yelped as the stick hit him and Barlow jumped at the sound.

"Oh Max, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked as she picked up her stick. Max shook his head with a smile before going back to his gear. Barlow grabbed her stick and slowly looked back up at Marc-André, who now had the same look on his face she did after realizing what he had said. His mouth opened and closed a few times before his face turned bright red and he ducked his head. Barlow quickly grabbed the rest of her gear and walked out of the locker room and went to the tunnels. Her heart was racing and her mind felt like jello. Did he really just call her and Harper his girls? Taking a deep breath she shook her head and tried to clear her mind. She couldn't let it keep her focus off the game tonight. She had to remain calm and collected.

Meanwhile Flower was sitting in the locker room still red faced and wide eyed. He couldn't believe he said that. Sure he felt it but he hadn't planned on saying something like that yet to her. He didn't want to scare Barlow off. Max watched as the blonde had raced out of the room and the star goalie sat there in shellshock.

"What happened? What did I miss?" Max asked. He looked over at Marc-André after Bralow raced out of the locker room door. Flower waved his hand, trying to dismiss the whole thing but Max wasn't about to let it drop. "Come on Flower. What was said between you two that made her look like a doe in the headlights?" With a heavy sigh Flower looked up at the forward.

"I called Harper and her 'My Girls.'" Flower told him softly. He blushed, the dark red spreading across his cheeks as he looked back down at his skate laces. Max smiled softly and shook his head, before getting up and walking over to the goaltender. Placing a hand on his shoulder Max spoke up.

"Marc, just tell her how you feel. She was just taken but surprised and embarrassed about dropping her stuff. After the game, talk to her. Tell her. You both deserve to be happy."

"But what if she doesn't feel the same?"

"Trust me. That girl is as gone as you are. I promise she feels the same." Max said, "Trust me on this." With a final pat on the shoulder he went back to his cubby to finish getting ready. Flower thought over what Max said and realized he was right. If he didn't take the chance he may never get them to truly be his girls. Pulling the rest of his gear with a smile on his face, he finished getting ready. Barlow was still out in the tunnel warming up when he led the rest of the team out to head down to the ice to warm up. Walking up to her, Marc-André tapped her leg pad with his stick to get her attention.

Barlow looked up at Marc-André after he tapped her leg and felt a blush creep across her face. His words still rang through her mind.

"Can we talk after the game? There is something I need to tell you." He whispered as he leaned closer to her, so only she could hear his question. Barlow nodded her head. After Flower called them his girls, she knew they needed to lay it out on the table, and she needed to open her heart up again. The goaltender smiled and tapped her leg again before going to the front of the line to lead out the team. Barlow stayed back a bit, going to the middle of the line as they filed their way out down the tunnel to the ice. The roar of the crowd grew louder and louder the closer they walked to the ice, the pounding of the music over the speakers filling her body. She felt her body and mind come alive at the sounds and her instincts took over.

Stepping into the ice she pushed off and gilded behind Erik as she did a few warm up laps. Once her legs felt good she started doing some stick work with a puck, doing all kinds of crazy and weird things to get her mind going. Barlows visor was tinted a slight blue to where you could still see her eyes, but it was darker and the blue kept the glare off the ice. After having a concussion a few years back she switched to the tinted visor to help reduce the glare so she could focus better. She continued to warm up, passing the puck around with Mark and Max. They talked and joked around lighty, taking turns making shots at the net now and again, though Flower would stop them with ease. Barlow didn't like to show off before the game started, so that younger players couldn't pick up on her play style off the bat, and she could surprise them.

"Are you ready for Desert Hockey?" Asked Max as he skated up next to her well she pushed around the puck lightly. She smiled up at the forward and nodded her head. She was happy to be back on the ice, with the roar of the crowd. Tonight they played against the Arizona Coyotes for the start of the preseason. She loved the shine of the gold and glitter that seemed to be everywhere. She always admired it when she used to play against Vegas, but now to be a part of the shine was something special.

Looking up and behind Flower's net, she saw Katie with Harper in an alternate Vegas Jersey, her number on the sleeves and back with "Mommy" over the number. A huge smile broke out across her face as she began to skate over to the glass. She tapped Flower on the pads with her stick as she skated by, nodding her head towards the glass. She bummed into the glass, making Harper laugh as she waved to her mother.

"HI BABY!" Barlow yelled over the noise and through the glass to her daughter. Placing a gloved hand on the glass she waited for Harper to place hers on the glass on the other side. She loved watching her daughter smile and laugh, her eyes wide as she watched all the lights and skaters on the ice. She felt someone skate up beside her and saw Marc out of the corner of her eye. He tapped on the glass with his stick, making Harper laugh. He laughed as well, a happy sound filling the space between them. He had a puck in his glove, and he tossed it over the glass for Harper to catch. She squealed with joy as she held the puck in her hands. Barlow smiled at Marc before waving to Harper one last time before going back to warmups.

"Thank you, she really loved that." She told Flower as they skated back away from the glass. He smiled brightly, his cheeks a rosey color from the cold air.

"Anytime for her."

Those three words were all that were needed to make the smile on Barlow's face brighter. The horn sounded, telling the players warmups were over. Taking her time to get to the line, making sure she fell back into the middle of the lineup, she went down the tunnel with the guys to the locker room to await the start of lineup. Hockey season started now.

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Good Luck Charm//Chapter Four

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Original Female Character (no name)

Words: 1.3k

Rating: Teen & Up

Chapters: 4/10

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That night it snowed seven inches in Pittsburgh. My grandmother and I were up early in the kitchen, having been woken by the low roar of the snow plows as they passed by. “Nana,” I said, “there is something I’m supposed to do today. I think I want to try and cancel because of the snow.” My grandmother sipped her coffee, and eyed me up and down. I took a moment to admire her hands. The hands that had carried me and raised me, now thin and wrinkled, wrapped around her favorite coffee mug. A rush of affection swelled in my chest. I never wanted to leave this woman’s side.

“Well, darling, they are clearing up the roads quite nicely out there.” She gestured out the window where the rising sun illuminated the newly sanded and salted roads. “I think maybe you need to tell me what’s going on.” My grandmother adjusted the shawl around her shoulders and sat down at the little kitchen table.

My shoulders dropped. There was no avoiding this now. I sat down across from her. “Nana,” I started nervously, “Sidney Crosby wants me to come pick out carpet for his house. And he’s supposed to pick me up this afternoon.” There was a moment of silence. I wrung my hands together. My grandmother started laughing, trying to cover it with the edge of her shawl. My eyebrows rose, “Nana! This is serious!”

My grandmother stifled her giggles and reached out to clasp my hand in hers. “Darling,” She smiled at me, “only you would get yourself into a situation like that. Truly, you are the only girl in the world capable of charming a man into letting you decorate his house as a first date.” I opened my mouth to argue, but she silenced me with a hand. “Under no circumstances are you going to cancel. I didn’t raise you a coward, and it’s time you had yourself a man anyways. A man like that will be able to take care of you.”

I gaped, mouth open, at her. My grandmother had never even broached the subject of dating to me and now she decides that Sidney Crosby was the man for me? It was ludacris. I wanted to check her for fever just in case, but she was already up and out of the kitchen, calling her breakfast request over her shoulder as she went upstairs. I rolled out my shoulders and wrists and got to work.

Later on, after another set of arguments and tea with toast, I gave in. My knee bounced uncontrollably as I opened my phone. My grandmother was pretending to watch Jepoardy instead of me, but she was doing a bad job of it. I thumbed open the text message I had been avoiding.

Sidney Crosby:

:)

I sucked in a breath and hit send on my message.

Hi Sidney, do you still want me to come have a look at your media room today? We got a lot of snow last night, so it might not be worth the drive. Let me know :)

The reply came only moments later.

Hi! I’m glad to hear from you :) If you are still up for it I would like you to, yes. I could pick you up at 2?

Yes, that would be okay, if you’re sure.

I am. :) What is your address?

I sent my address, biting my nails raw, and Sidney replied with a singular smiley face. There. It was done. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my grandmother smiling at me. Vibrating with anxiety, I went to start the long process of preparing myself with social interaction with Sidney Crosby.

A quarter to 2pm I was shivering out in the snow on the end of my driveway. Stamping my feet and blowing on my fingers to keep warm I convinced myself that this was worth it. In no world would I subject Sidney Crosby to my grandmother’s questioning. It was better to wait out here in the cold.

The wind whipped through my coat, and just as I was about to give up a dark SUV pulled up beside me. Not caring if it was Sidney or not at this point, I just climbed in the passenger. It was Sidney, thank god, sitting there smiling at me as I struggled out of my mittens. “Hi. I’m glad to see you.” He said, looking stupid and warm and gorgeous as always. I diverted my attention back to wriggling out of my winter gear. The car was so warm I was already starting to sweat. “Hi, Sidney Crosby.” I replied. Without warning, he reached over to help me with my stuck zipper. I went hot all over. Fuck.

The ride across town was slow and beautiful. Everything was decked out in lights, and the snow glittered in the faint sunlight. Sidney was surprisingly easy to talk to after the initial awkwardness faded. By the time we pulled through the gate to his home I felt much more at ease.

Sidney held the door open for me and took my coat as we went inside. “Wow.” I breathed, looking around the entryway while I toed off my boots. Sidney snorted behind me, “I promise you it’s not that great. I haven’t been able to turn it into anything livable yet.” I really doubted this.

My doubt immediately faded as I made it further into the house, Sidney trailing behind me. I should probably have waited for him to show me around but my curiosity got the better of me. The whole place was so… clinical. Everything was a dark brown or a light cream color. It was unbelievably ugly.

I turned to Sidney, “This is unbelievably ugly.” I tried to keep a straight face as I said it, but I broke out into giggles anyway. Sidney just stood watching me, a soft smile on his face. It was such an intimate expression that I blushed. The two of us stood there for a moment, in the blank space between the kitchen and the dining room, just smiling at each other. The moment stretched until Sidney cleared his throat and gestured toward a door on my left. “Here’s the media room.”

The space was slightly cluttered but not messy. There was an array of massive gray couches all angled towards the biggest TV I had ever seen. The floors were a beautiful hardwood, stained almost black. Sidney picked up the binder of samples from one of the couches and offered it to me. Grateful for something to do I took it and started to pace around the room, flicking back and forth between samples. When I had narrowed it down to two choices I looked up, and my breath caught.

Sidney was relaxed on one of the couches, thick thighs spread wide, watching me curiously. When our gazes caught, I swear his eyes darkened. He knew I was looking. Fuck. “Um, uh,” I stumbled over my words, “I think, um, you would like either of these.” I held out the binder to him, and he rose to take it.

Sidney glanced at the samples for barely a moment before snapping the binder shut and tossing it behind him onto the couch. I stared up at him uncomprehending until he stepped further into my space. Frozen, I watched in slow motion as his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Hey,” He said, voice low, “If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

“I want.” I replied softly, leaning closer, entranced.

There was a flash of teeth as Sidney smiled, and then he was kissing me, right there, one hand gripping my waist, and the other gently cupping my jaw.

Right then and there I knew I was done for.

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Aussie All-Star Series

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ivylemieux: Early morning Maccas before heading to Perth to see my boys play 🇨🇦🇺🇸🇪🇺

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laurenmatts: Girl you're looking fine 😍

ivylemieux: Just as fine as the photographer 😉 Liked by laurenmatts

lemieux66: Be safe you two

ivylemieux: Always dad x

laurenmatts: We're the safest, idk what you're talking about Super Mario 🙈

lemieux66: uh huh, I've seen you two grow up together

perththunder: not your main boys though right?

huntercambell: what the team account said

user: She's so pretty

user: why is she in Aus?

user: her mother and her moved there when her parents split. She was visiting her mom during the off season.

mcdavid97: see you soon bestie Liked by ivylemieux

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nhl: The Canadian, US and European All-Star teams have landed in Australia for the exhibition series. 9 games over 3 weekends in 3 different cities around the country. Make sure to catch your favourite players play against each other in Perth this weekend!

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user: Why Australia? Seriously.

user: What a weekend, 3 games over 3 nights.

user: all star teams honestly

user: the canadian team has Mcdavid and Crosby!

user: but the European team has Ovi, Malkin and Draisaitl

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ivylemieux: hello big brother tagged: crosby87 and hockeycanada

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crosby87: Hey little sis 🥰

letang58: When she only posts the back of your head 🙃

ivylemieux: oh suck it up princess

catherineletang: Kris 🤦🏻‍♀️

matbarzal: there's me in the background 🙋🏻‍♂️

user: Sid's such a proud big brother

user: the relationship between Sid and baby magnifique is the sweetest!

verofleury: The kids are so excited!

ivylemieux: tell them aunty has so many present for them

catherineletang: oh they know

taycrosby: Bruh, hurry up and come back so we can hang out ❤️

Hockeycanada posted to their stories!

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hockeynews: Sent into user from Perth, Australia where the NHL Exhibition series is taking place this weekend. According to the anon, Canada Women's Hockey team captain, Ivy Lemieux, joined the three national All Star teams on ice for practice.

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user: this girl, living the dream life

user: on Mitch Marner's insta stories, it has a video of Mcdavid and Lemieux skating around, both laughing and having the time of their lives it looked like.

user: yes! I saw that and the other Canadian team members just watching and laughing. Including Maurice.

user: why is she so special?

user: nepo baby 😡

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catherineletang: The kids love their tante ❤️ tagged: ivylemieux

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user: such cute photos!!

crosby87: They love me more though, right?

ivylemieux: In your dreams Squidnee 💅🏻

letang58: calm down children

user: they've grown up so much

ivylemieux: I've missed my babies ❤️

verofleury: and they missed you

user: I'm so glad to see ivy back with the family

jakeguentz: come back to pitt please

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What Happens in Vegas- Never Ever Have I- Chapter Twenty One

Summary- Evie and Sidney spend a few days in Las Vegas to attend the 2019 NHL Awards

Author's Note- It got a little long. Sorry, not sorry.

Warnings- SMUT(all consensual), alcohol use, gambling

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June 17th- Sidney and Evie’s hotel suite- Mandalay Bay hotel- Las Vegas 

“Evie,” Sidney called from the hotel suite bathroom as he unpacked their toiletries, “What do you want to do tonight?”

Evie hung Sidney’s suits and her dresses in the closet. “I don’t know,” she called back, “Besides the obvious gambling, what is fun to do in Vegas? I have never been here.”

“Wait, you have never been to Vegas? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he walked into the room. She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, there are outstanding restaurants, shows, strip clubs, people watching…..” he added. Evie raised a single eyebrow at the mention of strip clubs. He noticed and pivoted the subject. “Nate is flying in a couple of hours. We could have dinner with him,” he suggested. 

“You pick the place, Beso,” she smiled, “It must have gluten and dairy, okay?” He nodded his head. “How early is your tee time tomorrow? Can we go out and explore after dinner?” 

"It's a ten AM tee time so I can do a late night out. We are in Vegas after all," he walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist. He began walking her to the bed. "Get naked while I make plans," he instructed as he walked back in the restroom to call the concierge for dinner and show reservations. 

"Beso, why am I getting naked? Is it nap time?" she called out coyly, "I thought we weren't sleeping yet to fight the jet lag.

He poked his head out of the bathroom, "I didn't say anything about sleeping.  It's time for my afternoon snack. Get it ready for me."

"And what is your favorite snack, Beso?" she teased.

"You know what it is. It's between your legs," he answered back.

June 18th- Sidney and Evie’s hotel suite

"You're kidding me, right?" Sidney whined, "Seggy, please tell me that you're kidding me." Evie looked up from the couch in their suite. "Our tee time is in forty five minutes, buddy. If you want to weasel out of the bet, just let me know. No hard feelings," he said in frustration. "Where am I going to find another person to play?" he said as he observed Evie. "Hold on," he said to Tyler Seguin. "Evie, have you ever golfed? Do you want to come with us?" he asked.

She looked over, "Yes, I have played golf before, but I don't have anything packed to wear." Sidney shot her a pleading look. “I expect to be rewarded for this, but yes I will play,” she finally agreed. 

"Okay Seggy, we have our fourth," Sidney sighed. Seggy questioned him and he responded, "Yeah, It's Evie. Try to take it easy on her." Sidney hung up the phone, walked over and enveloped her in a hug. “You’re the best, Evie,” he kissed her cheek.

"By the way, what is the bet?" she asked, "Is it a team or an individual bet?" 

"Team," he answered, “Winning team wins $10,000”

“What are the teams?” she questioned.

“Nate and me, Seguin and …….” his voice trailed off and her eyebrows raised before he continued, “I mean I guess we can switch it so that you are on my team.”

“You don’t sound thrilled about the idea, Beso” she said softly. 

“I didn’t say that,” he countered weakly. 

“Do you not want to play with me? Think I will bring your score down?” she argued. 

“You thinking will bring my score down instead of up is the problem. You don’t even know the difference,” he laughed. 

“You knew what I meant, Beso,” she sighed heavily, “I will play with Tyler. I don’t want to play with a teammate who doesn’t believe in me.”

Sidney stammered, “I believe in you, Evie.”

“Yeah, just not in my golf skills. It’s okay. I know winning is important to you,” she smiled, “However don’t get too cocky. I may get lucky out there.”

Sidney smiled, “You are not mad?’”

“Nope, not at all. Just don’t come crying to me when Team Texas kicks your Novia Scotia asses,” she smiled, "Okay, I am sure that there is a pro shop at the club. Let's head over now and I will get some clothes."

Sidney and Evie got to the golf club fifteen minutes later. Sidney went to check in and get their golf cart and clubs. Evie ran to the pro shop and went on a mini shopping spree courtesy of Sidney's black AMEX. She dressed quickly and put her hair back in a ponytail before putting on her visor. When she emerged from the locker room, Sidney blinked and stared at her outfit. "The skirt is a little short, Evie," he said.

"It's a skort. It was either this or dress like a grandma. If I am going to golf, I refuse to look bad doing it," she teased. She packed her bag with sunscreen and lipstick. "Let's go Crosby," she teased.

When they arrived back at the golf carts, Seguin and Mackinnon waited. Seguin gulped as he watched Evie examine her rental golf clubs. Her golf skort barely covered her ass. The sleeveless shirt stretched tight over her breasts. The neckline went down into a deep V that exposed her cleavage. The 87 charm dangled on her clavicle.

When she got her clubs onto the back of the cart, she went over to give Nate a hug. "Long time no see," she laughed even though they just had dinner together the previous night. She extended her hand to Seguin, "Tyler, right? Good to see you again. I'm Evie. We met in Dallas.”

"I remembered," he smiled, "Thanks for saving my ass." He gave her a wink. Sidney cleared his throat and Evie took her seat in the golf cart. She flashed a smile at Sidney, "Ready to kick ass, Beso?" She leaned over and kissed him passionately. 

As she did, Seguin watched from the cart behind. "Damn," he said to himself, "She's fucking hot." Nate smiled to himself and shook his head. Seggy shot him a look and shrugged, "Where's the lie?" 

Nate smiled, "Just don't let Sid hear you. He might tear your head off." 

FIRST TEE

"So tell me about the bet," Evie asked as the group stood at the tee box on their first hole. Nate laughed and walked away. 

"It is a match play style. The team with the best score per hole wins the hole. The team that wins the most holes wins the bet," Tyler explained. "What's the prize?" She asked.

Evie looked from man to man before Seggy admitted, "It's five grand buy-in. If we win, we split ten grand. If they win, they split five grand ."

"Why five for them ?" Evie asked, "Are you not counting me in the bet? 

Sidney smiled, "Evie, it's a ten grand team bet. Do you have five grand to bet?" She shot him a look. "Do you want to be in on the bet?" 

Seggy, "If we win, we’ll split the ten grand. If you lose, I will pay the entire ten grand and you won't owe anything. After all, you are saving from forfeiting altogether. Any objections?" He looked to other men who nodded in agreement.

“This is going to be the easiest money I’ve ever earned,” Nate laughed. Evie gave him a side eye. “Come on, Evie. You guys have no shot at beating us. Just give us the money, right now. I mean he may be a badass with the ladies but he isn’t good enough to carry both of you.” 

“You think he needs to carry me, Nate?” Evie smiled and went to select a club, “Talk to me in eighteen holes. You’ll be signing a different tune then.”  Sidney pointed out the driver and she gingerly selected it.The men insisted that Evie tee off first. She put her ball on the ladies tee. Sidney walked over and pointed to where she should try to hit the ball. He went back to watch her. Evie took the driver in her hand. "Oh God, Sid you gotta help her," Seggy giggled. 

Sidney approached Evie with a smile, "Let me show you." He stood behind her and placed his hands over hers. She felt his breath on her neck as he showed her how to swing. She looked back at him sweetly and he gave her a quick kiss. "Try now," he whispered and walked back to his original spot. She swung and made contact with the ball. It landed on the fairway, barely avoiding the sand trap. "Good girl," he praised. She smiled shyly and picked up her tee. Seguin raised his eyebrows at Sidney's praise. Sidney kissed her on the temple before he walked to tee off. He hit his shot and landed on the fairway. Evie cheered for him and rewarded him with a kiss when he went to select his next club. Nate shook his head and took his shot. 

Seggy approached the tee and looked back at Evie. She stood in front of Sidney who wrapped his arm and her waist and pulled her tight against his body. She gasped right as Seggy hit the ball as Sidney kissed her neck. His ball hooked left and went into the rough. "Tough break," Sidney commented. 

Evie caught the look of envy in Seguin's eyes as he glanced back. She smiled inwardly and walked to her ball. She looked back to see both Sidney and Seggy watching her ass. "Come on gentleman," she called as they stood and stared. 

“Hey,” Tyler called out, “We should switch up golf carts. It’s bad enough that Evie is sleeping with my enemy for the day, but does she have to ride in the same cart too?” She looked at Sidney and then back at Seguin. “Come on, Evie- we’re a team, remember?” he whined. 

Sidney grimaced and looked at Evie who smiled as she picked up her golf bag and moved it to the back of the second golf cart. Nate smirked as he placed his bag in Sidney’s golf cart. “Beso, what are you staring at?” she teased, “You could have had me on your team, but you were more concerned about your score. Enjoy your time with Nate.”

Tyler smiled as Evie slid into the seat next to him. “Welcome to Team Tyler,” he chuckled as he started the cart to take them up to their balls.

 "Team Texas," Evie corrected. "Listen, if I am going to ride with you, I need to control the music," she stated as she plugged her phone into the aux plug.

"Fair enough," he winked, “So Sid didn’t want you on his team?” Tyler leaned over and whispered in her ear, “If you were my girl, I would always have you on my team. I wouldn't let another man get close to you.” 

Evie smiled and looked the other way, "but I am not your girl and never will be."

"Come on Evie, let a guy dream," Tyler teased.

"Dream on, Tyler, dream on,"

They pulled up to their balls. Evie studied her ball thoughtfully. She looked back at Sidney who smiled smugly. "Ask your teammate," he said with a barely perceptible hint of annoyance in his tone. Evie raised an eyebrow and turned to that tattooed brunette. Tyler smiled and walked over to Evie. They spoke in hushed tones as Tyler explained how he would play the ball. She nodded in understanding as Tyler handed her the correct club to use. He moved back as Sidney studied Evie's form. It killed him internally to let her stand incorrectly but the desire to win prevented him from providing assistance. 

"You got this, Evie," Tyler encouraged as she approached the ball. She hit the ball and the foursome watched it sail through the air. Tyler smiled as the ball landed on the edge of the green. "EVIE!" Tyler screamed as she beamed. 

"Was that right, Tyler?' She smiled coyly. He nodded enthusiastically as she stood next to him. Together they watched Sidney and Nate take their turns before Tyler approached his ball and hit it with force. It landed within eight feet of the hole. Sidney and Nate groaned as Evie cheered loudly. By the time it was her turn on the green, the outcome of the hole had solidly decided. Tyler secured the win with an eagle. Still she focused and surprised the trio by finishing with par score. Evie and Tyler celebrated with an excited hug. Sidney raised an eyebrow and shook his head. 

The two teams traded victories with each hole for the first nine holes. Team Texas had the one hole advantage. The group decided to flag down the drink cart. While drinking her cocktail, Evie turned up the music on her phone and did a little cumbia dance to Selena’s “Bidi Bidi Bom Bom”. https://youtu.be/snlEdcHf7js

Sidney watched in bemusement as Evie grabbed Tyler’s hand to dance. The Canadian mimicked her footsteps and hip movements. They were breathless when the song ended and Sidney barked “Break time is over, Evie Rose.” 

“Don’t be grumpy because you are losing, Beso,” Evie shouted as she got into the cart with Tyler. 

“It’s just one hole, Evita,” he shouted back. 

“For now,” she yelled, “Let’s go, Seggy!” He started the cart and took off, cutting off Nate and Sid’s cart in the process. Evie leaned over and whispered in Tyler’s ear, “Want to know a secret?” 

“Absolutely, but why are you whispering?” Tyler responded. 

“Oh right,” she said in her normal voice “I may or may not have been playing to the best of my abilities for the first nine holes.” 

“Say what?” Tyler choked. 

“I told Sidney that I have golfed before, but I neglected to tell him just how much golf I’ve played,” she looked back at Sidney’s cart and returned her gaze to Tyler. His eyes widened in question. “I used to golf with my dad once a week. I was state champ my senior year of high school and went to Tech on a golf scholarship.”

“No fucking way,” he screamed before he lowered his voice, “You’re like a golf shark?”

“Try to keep up, okay?” she taunted, “But Team Nova Scotia is going down.”

Sidney’s eyes narrowed as he observed the interaction. There was something entirely too chummy about Seguin’s behavior towards Evie. However, what gnawed at him more was the fact that they were down a hole. “We’ll get it back on the back nine,” he thought to himself, “Evie can’t sustain this beginner’s luck.” Sidney watched as Evie danced in her seat next to Tyler. “Nah, let her distract him,” he chuckled, “I’ll use it to my advantage.”

Tyler insisted that Sidney and Nate tee off first for the last nine holes. Before Sidney walked up to the tee, Evie approached him with a sly smile. “Beso, I just wanted to wish you good luck,” she purred in his ear before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, “but you are going down.” 

“Care to make a side bet?” he chuckled. 

“After I beat you, I get to plan the evening activities and nothing is off the table,” she teased.

“Same for me when I win?” he retorted. She nodded her head yes. “Oh, and it’s individual scores against each other?” he questioned. 

“Yes, but starting now. The first nine holes don’t count.” she countered. 

Tyler looked at the ground and pretended not to listen, but inwardly he grinned. “He’s getting played. Well done, Evie, well done!” he laughed to himself. 

When Evie teed off the tenth hole and landed perfectly on the fairway, Sidney’s jaw dropped. She flashed a quick smile before hopping into the cart for the next shot. She and Tyler were laughing as he approached his ball. “Hey,” he whined, “Can you keep it down?” Evie made an exaggerated movement to zip her lips while Tyler suppressed giggles. The giggle fest continued after Sidney needed multiple attempts on the putting green. The scenario replayed itself multiple times with Evie besting him at each hole. 

“Hole fourteen goes to Team Texas,” Tyler gleefully announced, “For those playing along, that would put Team Texas at ten holes to Team Nova Scotia’s four holes. Do you want to concede defeat and head to the clubhouse?”

“Fuck no,” Sidney hissed, “Evie and I still have our side bet. I am not giving up yet.”

Evie tilted her head and walked over to Sidney, “Beso, are we going to have a repeat of Philadelphia and the face-off challenge?” He frowned at the memory and how childish he had behaved. He shook his head no and forced a smile. “Good, now let’s finish this,” she said as she ran her finger down his chest, “I have plans for tonight.” She turned and sashayed back to where Tyler stood. 

“Evie Rose,” Sidney called out to her, “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

“Oh, but a good way to die.” Tyler chimed in as Sidney rolled his eyes. “Hey Evie, how do you say little rose in Spanish?”

“Rosita,” she answered. 

“Come on, mi rosita,” he laughed, “Let’s finish him off.”

“Fuck this,” Nate whined, “I am hot and tired. I am going back in.”

“Oh no you are not, Nate,” Evie protested, “You are going to stay around and suffer the consequences for shit talking that you did. You should really apologize to Sid for having to carry your ass. Too bad he wasn’t good enough to carry you both.” 

Sidney rolled his eyes, “Don’t get too cocky, Evie. You are only two strokes ahead of me.”

Sidney made up ground on the next two holes, pulling himself into a tie with Evie. Tyler found himself invested in Evie’s victory and coached her through the next hole. She smiled and politely sent him back with a smack on the ass. He pulled ahead on hole seventeen when he score an eagle (Two strokes under par) to her birdie(one stroke under par). 

“Don’t panic, Rosita,” Tyler called as he flagged down the beverage cart. He bought two shots of tequila and handed one to Evie. “I have faith in you. Cheers to Team Texas forever!” They slammed the shots as Sidney hit a perfect shot onto the fairway. Evie followed suit. Sidney’s next shot hit cleanly from the fairway onto the green, ending up about eight feet from the hole. He finished with a respectable birdie. 

Evie lined up her shot from the fairway. She would need an eagle to tie and force sudden death. She crossed herself and said a silent prayer, “Come on Papa- help me out here.” She swung the club and watched as the ball landed on the green. It took a lucky bounce and started rolling towards the hole. “Go, go, go” she and Tyler shouted as the ball continued on its path. Sidney watched in horror as the ball made a beeline and bounced into the hole. “Double Eagle, double eagle!!!” she shouted, “Holy shit, I made a double eagle.” Tyler scooped her up and spun her around as Sidney watched in disbelief. 

“Rosita,” Tyler exclaimed, “You beat us all!” 

He put her down onto her feet and she looked tentatively at Sidney. She saw his jaw tense momentarily before he smiled at her. She tilted her head in question before he held out his arms. She ran into them and wrapped her arms around his waist. He too, spun her around before playfully smacking her ass. “You hustled me, Evie,” he laughed, “You hustled me.”

She smiled before kissing him hard, “Yes, I did.” 

“That’s my fault for not choosing you for my teammate,” he sighed, “I’ll never make that mistake again, Mon Etoile.” 

“No, not you won’t” she laughed, “Oh, the plans I have for you tonight.” 

“Can I come?” Tyler shouted, “I’ll be really quiet and just watch.”

“In your dreams, Seggy,” Evie shouted back, “In your dreams.”

Tyler pouted, “One day you’ll come to your senses, Rosita, and you’ll realize that you blew your shot.” 

Evie turned around and stuck her tongue out at Tyler, “You enjoy that fantasy tonight…. In your hotel room…..alone with your hand.”

Tyler shot back, "Oh Rosita, I won't be alone."

Evie smiled smugly, "Try not to scream my name, kay!" Tyler's jaw dropped as he was rendered speechless.

Sidney whispered as he put her down, “That’s enough, Princess.” 

Evie smiled and walked away from the group to the golf cart. Sidney followed and slid into the seat next to her. "Are you upset, Evie? he said softly. She looked at him. With a deft hand, she slipped his hat backwards on his head so she could look into his eyes. 

"Before I answer, tell me if you are upset with me," she replied. He tilted his head in question. "You know, for beating you or not shutting Seguin down," she said.

"You beat me fair and square- just like you beat in Philadelphia. I am not going to be a sore loser again and steal your joy. Enjoy your victory," he kissed her cheek.

"And Seggy?" She questioned.

"No, I am not upset about Seggy. It is just some playful flirting. He is not an actual threat," he smiled.

"You think?" She bopped his nose.

"He couldn't handle you, Evie. He has no idea how naughty you can be. No way he can treat you like the insatiable princess that you are," he grabbed her face and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

She licked her lips, “Okay, Mr. Crosby but I am warning you. Mr. Crosby will not be playing with his Princess tonight. I have other plans.”

Sidney burst out laughing, “I am not sure if I should be scared or turned on.” 

LATER THAT EVENING 

Sidney walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at the bed where Evie had carefully laid out his outfit for the evening- suit pants, dress shirt and coat. He smirked and poked his head back into the spacious bathroom. "You picked out my clothes too?" he joked. He had been pestering Evie for clues about their plans since they had returned from the golf club. She had sent him on a mission to find coffee and snacks so she could speak to the VIP concierge in peace. 

She looked up from where she was carefully applying her make-up. "Yes, I did, Beso," she answered, "Otherwise you would still try to pry information out of me." 

He walked behind her and pressed himself into her bottom as she bent over to apply her mascara. She let out a squeal. "I would rather try to pry something INTO you," he teased as she stared at his reflection. 

"Usually you don't have to pry it in, Beso. It slides in quite easily if I recall," she teased back, "You need to accept that I am in control tonight. Can you do that? For one night?"

"You know I like to be in control," he nipped at her shoulder, "You are such a good girl for me." 

"Trust me," she whispered, "Now let me finish. I will give you a hint- meat and potatoes"

"Steak? I get steak?" he smiled, "Fine, be in control for the night." He playfully smacked her ass and walked away to get dressed.

When she emerged in her silver metallic dress, Sidney did a double take. The plunging neckline dipped down to her navel and her cleavage was on full display. The tulip hem was cut scandalously high. "I don't remember buying that dress, Evie," he stammered.

"You didn't. It came in stock after you left for Europe. Kelly thought it would be good for Vegas so I bought it." she explained, "It's sexy, right?"

"Very" Sidney deadpanned. He resisted the urge to add further comment. The dress left little to the imagination but he was surprisingly at peace with it. He studied her expression as she looked for his approval. It struck him that she chose this dress for no other purpose than to appear sexy for him. "Do a turn," he said softly, "I want to see it." She did a slow turn and looked over her shoulder with a smile. She added a butt wiggle which he met with a smile. "It's perfect. You look like the sexiest woman on earth," he complimented. 

She ran to him, "You really like it, Beso?" Evie had expected a more negative reaction. "It's only for you. Your opinion is the only one that matters."

"I do like it," he kissed her cheek, "I will have to beat off the men and women with a stick."

"Men and women?" She questioned.

"You have universal appeal, Evie. You would have to blind not to be attracted to you," he praised.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sir," she teased, "but it will not get you any more clues. Time to go."

Evie led Sidney downstairs and into the waiting limo. Evie sat close to Sidney and put her legs across his lap. "I wonder what Buddy is doing right now?" she giggled as they headed down the strip. He trailed his fingers up and down her thigh. "That was a good night. I hope tonight is just as memorable," she purred.

"Do we have time for a re-enactment?" He pondered aloud. He groaned as the limousine pulled to Caesars Palace. 

Soon his curiosity overtook his disappointment as Evie led them through the lobby and toward the Palm steakhouse. He noticed the lascivious stares and double-takes as she held his hand at first before she wrapped her arm around his. He grinned as she approached the maître d with a sweet smile. She spoke softly, "Yes, we have a reservation for Cole Harbour." She deftly slipped a one hundred dollar bill across into his palm. "We would like the most romantic and private booth possible," she stated. The gentleman nodded and led them to a table in the back of the restaurant. 

They sat next to each other in the circular booth. "I've always wanted to try this place, but haven't had the chance," he grinned, "How did you know?"

She nudged his shoulder with hers, "I did my research today." 

"What other things did you research?" He nudged back.

"Listen, Papi Chulo, you need to stop fishing for information or there will be consequences. Got it?" she warned.

"Ummm, what did you just call me?" He laughed.

"Cute daddy," she turned and caressed his thigh. His eyes shot up in surprise. "Even when I am the boss, you'll always be my Daddy," she playfully pouted, "But tonight Baby Girl is in control."

"You're hot when you're bossy," he smiled, "no more fishing, promise."

They ate their meal in a playful mood. Evie laughed as Sidney devoured his steak. He joked about needing the energy for the rest of the night. Sidney rolled his eyes as she moaned with each bite of creme Brule.

When they got back into the limousine, Sidney pulled her into his lap so she straddled him. His hands pushed her dress up and squeezed her ass. "Control yourself, Papi. Our next stop is soon" she scolded.

"Evie," Sidney said in disbelief as they pulled up to the VIP entrance to the large strip club, "Are we at a strip club?" The limousine drive opened and the VIP host greeted them, "Ms. Montgomery?"  

Evie nodded and answered "That's me."

"Follow me," he stated as he escorted them into the club. After a quick scan of their IDs, they were take upstairs to a private sky box. Evie gripped Sidney’s hand tight as he walked in front of her through the club. Once again, Evie drew the stares of men as they walked by despite the presence of dozens of top less dancers. 

It was only once they safely inside the Sky box did they relax. The room was relatively small and cozy with a leather couch next to an open window overlooking the main stage. Evie walked nervously around the room to get her bearings. The confidence that she had exuded in the restaurant and limo seemed to be dissipating. She looked at Sidney nervously, "I have never been to a strip club before, Papi. I assume you have." He nodded his head. "How many times have you been to strip clubs? Will you teach me how to do it?" She asked with a hesitancy in her voice.

"Let's just say that I have been inside numerous strip clubs. I will admit that it's my first time with a date." Sidney smiled, "It looks like you pre-ordered bottle service. The Grey Goose is a good selection." She smiled timidly as he opened the bottle and made a vodka soda for himself. Then he opened the Malibu and made a drink for her. "Why did you bring me here, Evie?"

"You mentioned strip clubs yesterday. I thought it be a fun idea to pop my strip club 'cherry' with you." She offered. He eyed her suspiciously and she blushed. "Don't look at me like that, Papi," she pouted.

"What are you not telling me?" He asked gently.

She bit her lip and looked out the window. "Remember on the night we met and the subject of threesomes came up during the Never Have I game?" she questioned.

"Yes," he answered, "You took a drink and I didn't."

"And then later, you asked how you earned a threesome. I told you that you could have a threesome where you watched if you scored a hat trick and participate if you won the cup?" She asked.

"I remember," he said as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Do you also remember what happened when you played against the Avalanche in Colorado?" She continued.

"Yes, I got a natural hat trick," he said as he realized where Evie might possibly headed with this conversation.

"You haven't gotten your reward yet Papi," she reached for his hand and slipped it into her dress, "Do you want your reward, Papi?" 

Sidney blinked slowly. His mind raced with the idea that she was proposing to him. She was suggesting a threesome with a stripper. The visuals began immediately and his cock twitched. "Are you sure?" He questioned. He gently squeezed her breast as she wiggled her ass against him.

"Yes Papi," she moaned, "I want you to watch me play with one of these lovelies. Do you want to watch me play? Would that please you?"

"Fuck yes," he growled into her ear, "You have no idea."

"Help me choose," she purred, "Help me pick a beautiful one to fuck."

"Evie," he grunted, "let's look together."

"Do you have a type?" Sidney asked as he scanned the room below, "What hair color do you prefer?"

"No redheads," she spit out, "Not to malign all redheads but my failed threesome was with a redhead." He looked over at her with a questioning look. "She was an uninterested in me, but just wanted to fuck the guy I was with. He wanted to fuck her without "cheating". Her performance was pretty lackluster."

Sidney kissed her neck, "No redheads." His eyes scanned the room as Evie danced to the music. "What about her?" he pointed to a short brunette. Evie watched her on the side stage and shook her head no.

Their heads turned to the main stage as the DJ announced a new performer, Roxie. When the blonde stepped into the spotlight, Evie sucked in her breath. Her large bosom bounced lightly as she walked. Her hands slid over hips as she shook her ass. Evie's eyes lit up and she followed her sensual moves. Sidney picked up the room phone and arranged a private dance in the sky box. Evie watched intently as Roxie danced. Her hips mimicked Roxie's dance moves. Sidney whispered in her ear, "You like her, do you?" She nodded her head and kept her eyes on the dancer. "Tell me why," he nibbled her ear.

"I like her confidence when she walks and dances. She commands attention," Evie started, "I like her curves. She is softer than the rest of them."

Sidney grabbed her hips and brought her into him. "What do you want her to do during your dance?" He questioned. The visions were already driving Sidney crazy with desire, but listening to Evie speak added another level.

"I want her to grind her ass into my lap. I want her shake her tits into my face," she confessed, "Can I touch her? Is that allowed? I want to squeeze them."

Sidney laughed, "I think for the right price she will." 

Roxy's set ended and she was approached by the VIP host. The private dance request was made and the host pointed up the Sky Box. Roxy's blue eyes looked up and locked with Evie's eyes. Evie smiled and gave a shy wave. The dancer smiled broadly and made her way through the crowd. 

Evie turned to Sidney who paced the room on the phone. "Right, please go ahead and have the bottles and food delivered to the room. We will check in within the hour." He stopped and smiled at his love. "Taking care of details," he said softly as Evie crossed over to him. They clung to each other and he whispered, "I will take care of the logistics. You just give the sign if she is the one you really want."

They both turned when the door open. Roxie walked in with confidence. She politely declined a drink from Sidney as she grabbed Evie's hand. The blonde pulled her into her body and began a sexy roll maneuver. "Am I dancing for him or you,?" She purred. Evie pointed to herself and Roxie grinned. "Oh, that's even better," she laughed as she guided Evie to the couch. She pushed Evie down and stood in front of her. The robe slid off her shoulders and Evie crossed her legs together and squeezed them. 

Sidney took a seat in the chair perpendicular to the couch. He leaned forward on his elbows and watched. Roxie danced sensually in front of Evie for a minute before backing into her and grinding her ass into Evie's lap. "AM I allowed to touch you?" She spoke hesitantly. Roxie took Evie's hand and placed it on her breast. Sidney adjusted himself as Evie made eye contact with him. She mouthed the word yes and Sidney nodded. A second hand came to Roxie's breasts and squeezed lightly. Evie whispered to her, "You're so hot. You turned me on so much."

Sidney's eyebrows raised at Evie as Roxie stood up and squatted in front of her. She pushed Evie's dress up so that her panties were exposed. Roxie blew softly through the thin fabric of the panties. She looked up as Evie threw her head back and moaned softly. Roxie looked back at Sidney who waved her off and pointed her attention back to Evie.

Roxie stood up and straddled Evie's thighs. Evie's hands slid onto Roxie's ass and pulled her closer. Roxie moaned softly before pressing her knee into Evie's crotch. "Mmmmm, you like what you see? I'm sorry- what is your name?"

Evie rocked her hips and squeezed Roxie's ass, "Evie and that is my Papi Chulo." 

Roxie turned to Sidney, "Papi, you like watching your girl getting dry humped? Do you like watching her get herself off on me?"

Sidney licked his lips, "Very much so." He glanced at Evie and mouthed, "Are you sure?" She continued press herself against Roxie's knee and nodded vigorously. "I think Evie would like to continue this in a more private location. Would you be willing to provide that additional service at our hotel room across the street?" Evie's eyes flashed at that bit of information. Sidney smiled sweetly at Evie in an unspoken message of "Trust me." 

"Two person or three person play?" Roxie asked.

"Just the two of you with an observer," Sidney answered 

"Vanilla or Kinky?" Roxie prodded. 

Sidney looked at Evie and shrugged, "Your choice Mamacita." 

Evie whispered, "Vanilla."

Roxie studied Sidney. She noted his tailored suit jacket, his expensive wristwatch and shoes. She observed the way he stared at Evie in a mixture of complete adoration and willingness to do whatever it took to please her. He was not your typical big spender looking to get off. No, this was solely for her. 

Roxie then studied Evie who still had her increasingly damp panties pressed against her knee. She pushed Evie's hair back from her face and then rubbed her thumb across Evie's bottom lip. Evie's mouth opened and she sucked on Roxie's thumb softly. 

"Five grand," Roxie offered, "Off the books and the rest of your entertainment credit."  Evie blinked. She had no idea what her fantasy fulfillment would cost so much. 

Sidney got up and walked to the women. "May I have a moment with Evie?" he asked genteelly. Roxie got up and walked to the window that overlooked the main floor. Sidney leaned down and kissed Evie's cheek, "Tell me what you want."

Evie whispered, "It's so much money." 

Sidney shook his head, "It's a once in a lifetime experience. The money is not a factor." She stared into his eyes. "The only thing I care about is you and if you want to do this. Not because you think you need to reward me because of a flippant comment you made months ago. Do you want to fulfill this fantasy for both of us?

"Yes,please," she whispered.

Sidney got up and handed his phone to Roxie, "Enter your contact number and I will contact you with the room number." Evie stood and adjusted her dress back down. "Give us thirty minutes," Sidney instructed.

"It will take me at least that long," Roxie responded. 

Sidney nodded his understanding. He grabbed Evie's hand and guided her down the stairs to the main level. They were passing the VIP area when Evie felt a hand grab her arm. She twisted around and stared straight into the eyes of Tyler Seguin. "Rosita" he said in a joyful but slurred voice, "Funny running into you here."

Evie gave him a warm smile before flashing Sidney a worried look. "I thought you weren't going to spend the night alone, Tyler." 

"I am not alone," he teased, "My new friend, Destiny, is going to keep me company." Evie looked over and saw the brunette dancer that bore a striking semblance to herself."

"I see you are keeping that dream alive," Evie teased, "See you tomorrow." Sidney tugged at her hand and she went to move.

"See, I told you that I am going to wear you down, Rosita" he laughed. 

"Back off, Seggy, back off," Sidney warned. He turned and tugged at Evie's hand. They made a beeline out of the club and made the quick walk to hotel across the street.

 Within minutes, they were checked into the one bedroom suite with the view of the Strip. Evie paced nervously as Sidney poured more drinks. He looked at Evie and smiled. "I am nervous, Sidney," she whispered, " What if I don't know what to do?" Sidney laughed out loud. He doubled over in a fit of giggles and looked to find Evie studying his face. 

He stood up, "I am sorry, Evie, but that is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. Are you really concerned about whether you are going please her? Make her cum?" She stared before looking down. Sidney crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her, "Of course you are. Oh, Evie, there is nothing to worry about. Your tongue game is strong. Just remember how you like to be touched and licked then do the same."

Sidney sensed her apprehension and squeezed her tight "Say the word and I will shut it down. No questions asked. I will shut it down and get her out."

He reached down and lifted her chin, "You are about to rock her world. Go get undressed. She will be here soon."

Evie walked back into the room dressed in the hotel robe just as Roxie knocked on the door. Sidney kissed her gently before he answered. Roxie entered the suite. Sidney offered her a drink while Evie watched shyly. Roxie walked around the suite, "Nice room. You really pulled out all the stops. You know that you don't have to seduce me." 

Evie smiled and walked over to the curvy blonde and kissed her cheek, "My Papi Chulo always spoils me. It is what he does." 

Roxie looked over at Sidney who shrugged his shoulders. She smiled as she dropped her trench coat to reveal her nude body. "Ready to play?" Evie asked and dropped her robe as well. 

ONE HOUR LATER

Sidney shut the door after paying Roxie. He turned to walk back into the bedroom of the suite. She rolled over onto her side and hummed softly. They had not spoken after Evie gave Sidney the signal that she was done. She had lost count of orgasms she had both given and received. She sat up as Sidney walked to the bed. 

"Evie," He moaned as took off his shirt. Her fingers worked feverishly to free his throbbing cock from his pants. "I need you," he panted, "I need to be inside of you." She got on her hands and knees.. "Damn," He groaned as he slid into her.

"Papi, give it to me. I need you to give it to me," she moaned as he grabbed he hips roughly. His strokes were fast and frantic. He had spent two hours watching Evie fuck and get fucked in almost every imaginable way. The mental images flooded his mind as he pounded her hard and heavy. "Please," she pleaded, "Cum for me. Show me how much you liked watching it."

Sidney's usual chatty talk had been replaced by animalistic grunts and groans. His orgasm came quickly with overwhelmed him with the intensity. He whimpered as he collapsed onto her. Aftet a minute, he slid out and she rolled over. Sidney placed hjs head on her chest and her fingers instinctively went to his hair and stroked softly.

They clung to each other in stunned silence. Evie whispered finally, "Beso?' He looked up at her with a soft grin.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Are you still my Beso?" She questioned.

His eyes searched her face. She desperately tried to make it appear neutral but he could detect the anxiety hidden beneath the surface. He twisted his torso and pushed up on his elbows.

"I will always be YOUR Beso," he replied, "Nothing you did tonight changed that."

"Can i ask you something?" She spook meekly.

"Anything," he answered sweetly.

"Did you like it? Was it what you You imagined?' She probed.

"It was better than I imagined. You were in complete control. I liked watching you come undone from the spectator position. I saw new things I had never noticed before," he commented, "And you?

"It was different than I imagined. I liked it but it wasn't as good as playing with you." she blushed. He tilted his head and she added, "No love like with you." He kissed her softly. "The hottest part was watching you watch me. You were so turned on. I am surprised you weren't stroking yourself." She said.

"Are you really surprised, Mon Etoile?" He asked, "You know why though." She raised an eyebrow. "You're the only woman that sees that now. It is only for you," he smiled.

Evie ran her fingers down his belly, "Only for me?"

He took her hand and placed it lower, "You and only you. I don’t want anyone else."

"Show me, Beso" she purred, "I want you to show me again and again."

June 19th-NHL awards- Mandalay Bay Events Center

"Mr. Crosby, right this way" the public relations assistant instructed. Sidney let go of Evie's hand and took a step toward the red carpet before he turned back. 

"I will go as quickly as possible," he spoke softly.

"Take your time" she smiled, "I will be right here." 

He turned and looked down the red carpet. It was filled with couples posing for photos and players doing interviews. He spun around and marched back to Evie. He grabbed her head and pulled her towards the red carpet. "Come with me, Evie," he called back to her. 

She stumbled slightly before righting herself before stammering, "Beso, are you sure? Don't you need to run it by someone? How do I look?"

Sidney led them to the first photo mark. He grabbed and spoke confidently, "Yes, I am sure I want to show off my future wife. Why do I need to run it by anyone? You are the most beautiful woman on earth. It is impossible for you to look anything but gorgeous. Now breathe and smile."

They turned together and faced the cameras. A wave of "Sid, Sid, Sid" hit them followed by "this way, this way." He led them to the second photo mark and they repeated the routine. "Sid, who is the girl?" Sidney smiled and ignored the question one time. "Come on Sid, who's the girl?" the photographers repeated.

Sid turned to Evie. She turned when she felt his gaze. They shared a smile before he turned back. "This is Evie, my girlfriend," he beamed. 

They walked the remainder of the photography portion before pausing to wait there. The assistant asked quickly, "Evie, I need your last name. I am sure that I will get questions about it."

Evie gulped, "Montgomery. Evelyn Montgomery."

"Great. Now Mr. Crosby, you know the drill. I will be guiding you through each media station. Will Ms. Montgomery join you for the interviews?" The assistant quizzed.

Sidney smiled and squeezed her hand, "Yes- yes, she will."

 Evie's head swiveled to him, "What? What am I supposed to say?"

Sidney caressed her cheek, "Stand, smile and look gorgeous. If they ask you a question, answer it. You are more articulate and witty than ninety five percent of the people attending."

For a moment, Evie forgot where they were and she leaned into his caress. The assistant cleared her throat. "Okay, first one up."

Through five interviews, Evie stood and listened to Sidney being interviewed as the consummate professional. He spoke about the early playoff exit, his thoughts of the season and hopes for the next season.

During the sixth interview, the subject of Sidney's European trip was broached. He spoke of his time with Mike, but absolutely beamed when he mentioned Evie joining him to travel through Bavaria and Switzerland. The reporter turned to Evie and asked, "What is it like to travel with road warrior like Sidney?"

"Well, this was certainly different than his typical travels so he was much more relaxed than normal. I think the fact there was zero chance of being checked into the boards helped," she joked.

"It was definitely the company- much prettier than my teammates," he laughed.

"I don't know. Letang is pretty damn pretty," Evie countered.

"True, true- sorry Tanger," Sidney smiled and pulled closer into his body.

The assistant interrupted and ushered them into their final interview. The male reporter peppered Sidney with the usual questions. The reporter then turned to Evie. "Tyler Seguin was bragging about beating Sid and Nate at golf yesterday. He did admit that your double eagle sealed the deal. Sidney is notorious for his competitive streak..How did he handle the loss?" He asked.

Evie paused and looked at Sidney before answering, "First, Tyler is being far too kind to me. Tyler secured the team win. My double-eagle sealed my win over Sidney." He playfully rolled his eyes. "In regards to Sidney’s passionate approach to any competition, he is working on limiting it to the ice. He handled his loss with much grace and humility," she continued. 

"I won't let her play against me in the future," Sidney smiled.

The reporter asked, "You didn't choose her to be on your team,? Big mistake!"

"I know!" Sidney laughed.

"In his defense, he wasn't aware of my golf experience, particularly my state championship and scholarship to Tech," she interjected.

"You hustled ME!" Sidney exclaimed.

"There that's competitive spirit we all know and love," the reporter joked. Sidney blushed and the assistant ushered them away. 

"That was great. You complement each other very well," the assistant gushed. "You'll head in now. I will come get for your part on stage," she instructed.

After their exit, the media turned to each other in a state of shock. Did the notoriously private Sidney Crosby not only walk the red carpet but also laugh and joke during interviews? 

AFTER THE AWARDS

"Come on Evie" Sidney yelled from the bar, "We are doing shots!" She walked over and took the shot from his hand. Sidney raised his shot, "To my Star- Evie- I love you!!!" 

Evie blushed and downed the shot. Sidney was uncharacteristically jovial thanks to 4 rounds of shots and 5 beers. So far, he had kept his horniness under control. The group had migrated from the events center to the casino.

Sidney picked up Evie and spun her around. "Evie, I have had the best time tonight," he said excitedly.

"Beso, I am so glad," she kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Mon étoile," he whispered into her ear, "I can't wait until you're my wife. I want you to be my wife."

"I know, Beso. I can't wait to be your wife either," she whispered as he squeezed her tighter. 

Sidney looked around and his eyes lit up. "Wait,' he exclaimed, "We don't have to wait! We are in Vegas. We can get married right now."

Evie laughed, "Get married now? Are you serious?"

Sidney sat her feet back on the ground and squatted to look into her eyes, "Yes, let's do it. There is no reason to wait. I love you and you love me. Let's get married."

Evie looked around frantically. Her mind raced with a million different thoughts going in a million different directions. She turned and stared into Sidney's eyes. "I don't know, Beso," she said softly.

Sidney grabbed her hand and pulled her to the roulette table. "Let's bet. If we win, it's a sign to get married. If we don't win, we take another shot and go upstairs and fuck until the sun comes up," he proposed.

"What number and color?" She asked. She was half-convinced that this was the rantings of a drunk and horny man.

"29- it is my dad and Taylor's number. Red for Canada," he said matter-of-factly.

"Holy shit, Beso" she gasped, "Let's bet." Evie smiled at the impulsivity of the idea.

Sidney reached into his pocket and took a red, five dollar chip out. He placed it on the square as croupier called for bets. He spun the wheel and then spun the ball. It bounced around the wheel.

Sidney grabbed Evie's hand as they both watched the ball several more times before landing in the red 29 slot.

The croupier announced "29, red, odd'. Evie and Sidney both stared in disbelief before jumping up and down, "We won! We won!" Sidney yelled, "We're getting married!"

Evie yelled back, "What do we do now?"

He grabbed her hand and they raced to the VIP concierge desk, leaving the group in the dust. Evie paced excitedly as Sidney explained the situation. Within minutes, they were in a town car headed to the Clark County marriage bureau. 

Together they snuggled and giggled in the back seat of the car. Evie hummed "Going to the Chapel" while Sidney googled twenty four wedding chapels. "Mon Etoile, do you want Elvis to marry us or we can do the mob wedding?" He asked.

She looked over at his phone, "Those are the only options?" 

"They have traditional ceremonies too," 

"What do you prefer?" She asked.

"Elvis," He smiled.

"Sounds good," she answered as they pulled up to the marriage bureau. 

Despite the late hour, there was a lobby full of couples waiting to apply for their marriage licenses. One of the perks of Nevada was the ability to obtain a marriage license the day of your ceremony. Sidney took a number. It was 87. They smiled to each other and they found a spot to wait. 

Sidney looked around the room and observed the others waiting. Attire ranged from shorts and flip-flops to formal dresses. He looked at Evie in her green sequined dress with the split to her thigh. It wasn't exactly the wedding dress he had been envisioning since Valentine’s Day. 

He remembered the ballroom at the Fairmont and how beautifully Adriana had decorated it. The memory of their dance to "At Last" made him smile. He looked over at Evie.

She was looking around the room as well. Evie watched the people. There some couples huddled together, ready to begin their new lives. Other couples were surrounded by a few friends. A few, though, were surrounded by large groups of families and friends. Evie's mind drifted to Adriana and Mateo. She had assumed that they would accompany her to pick out her dress. 

Then she thought of Trina and Troy. What would they think about missing their son's wedding? She knew that, obviously, her parents would not be there but she looked forward to Troy's reassuring presence to ease her nerves. He was, after all, the closest thing she had to a father. 

She felt the tightness in her chest and the lump form in her throat. Tears formed quickly. "Number 87" the clerk called. Sidney squeezed her hand and she looked up.

"Evie?" Sidney whispered.

She opened her mouth to speak and closed it. She looked around again and spoke quietly, "I don't want to get married tonight."

He blinked and squeezed her hand. She spoke again, "I don't want to get married here. I am sorry, Beso. I know we won the bet, and then got your number and those were signs."

He kissed her, "Me either."

"Why?" She questioned.

"I want the big wedding. You deserve the princess dress. I want to watch you walk down the aisle," he asserted.

"Oh" she said.

"And you?" He asked.

"I want our family there- your mom, dad and sister. I want to dance with Adriana and Mateo. I want your team there and Nate," she explained.

"Number 87" the clerk called again.

They turned and looked. Sidney stood up and held out his hand. She placed her hand in his hand. Together they walked out of the lobby to the sidewalk. Sidney suddenly stopped and pulled her to him.

"I love you, Evie," he spoke softly before he kissed her. "I DO want to marry you, just not tonight."

"I know, Beso," she returned his kiss.

"What should we do now?" He asked.

"There is always plan B," she laughed.

"Which was?" He asked.

"Go back to the suite and fuck all night," she reminded him.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, "Plan.B works."

THE NEXT MORNING-June 20th- Sidney and Evie's hotel suite

Sidney woke up and immediately reached for Evie. Her spot in the bed was cold to the touch. He raised up on his elbows and searched the room for her. "Mon Etoile?" He called without an answer. Slowly he got out of bed and walked into other room. He found her curled up on the gray velvet couch. 

"Hey," He said as he walked to the couch, "What time it it?

She quickly wiped her tears and turned to him, "It's a little after eight."

He sat next to her, "Evie, why are you crying?" He placed his hands on her cheeks, "Are you upset about last night?"

She shook her head, "The almost wedding?" He nodded yes. She leaned her cheek into his right hand, "No, it was a fun little adventure but we made the right decision."

"Then what is it?" He asked gently.

"I just got sad when I remembered that it's our last day together," she sighed.

They were set to leave that afternoon on a flight back to Pittsburgh. Sidney would leave early tomorrow morning to head to Nova Scotia. They would be apart for two weeks before Evie flew up for the weekend. After ten full days together, the separation would be especially painful.

"I understand. Can I make a comment?" He whispered. 

"Of course," she whispered back.

"Tomorrow is going to bad, but today doesn't have to be," he looked into her eyes. "We had bad day before left each other last month," he smiled, "I don't want to repeat that. I have you for another twenty hours. Let's make the most of it."

"Okay, Beso," she returned his smile, "Twenty four more hours together. No more tears."

"That's my good girl," he teased.

"Mmmmm, Beso," she laid back and pulled him on top of her.

"Yes, Evie?" He kissed her neck.

"You know what that does to me," she moaned, "Oh God, what you do to me."

"What do you want me to do to you?" He panted as he spread her legs with his massive thigh. 

"Anything you want, Beso," she whimpered as her hips rocked against his thigh. 

"I am going to fuck you again and then treat you like my princess all day," he whispered into her ear, "That's what I want to do to you."

"Yes,please," she replied as he slid into her wetness.

"I love you my princess," he reminded her as he fucked her deeply but slowly. 

"Not as much as I love you," she kissed,  "Not as much as I love you."

Later, after a leisurely bath, Sidney and Evie dressed casually for a stroll down the strip. They held hands as they walked through the Luxor Casino. They went out and made their way down Las Vegas Blvd. 

At a souvenir shop on the Strip, Evie picked out three Christmas ornaments for their trees in Pittsburgh and Nova Scotia. Sidney selected a picture frame for Evie’s office. 

At lunch time, Sidney surprised Evie by taking to the Eiffel Tower restaurant for a late brunch. Over their waffles and bellinis, Sidney described Paris to her. He excitedly explained all of the placed he wanted to take her. 

She grinned, "Did you think of me the entire time?"

He kissed her hand, "Evie, with the exception of when I am on the ice during a game, I am ALWAYS thinking of you."

"Evie……" he whispered, "Do  you want me to take you there next summer? On our honeymoon?"

She smiled and shrugged. He paid the check and they left the restaurant. Sidney tried to entice her into a shopping spree at Caesars Palace forum shops, but she politely declined. Sidney raised an eyebrow, "Princess….."

"Mr. Crosby, do I need to remind you of the five thousand dollars that you spent in addition to the club tab?" She reminded him.

"Princess, you will let me spoil you," he playfully grabbed her hand and smacked her ass.

She grinned, "If you insist."

One hour later, they had significant damage on his black card at Agent Provocateur and Christian Louboutin. On the way back out to the Strip, they passed the Jimmy Choo store. Evie walked passed without pausing. She was nearly a full store away when Sidney called her name. She turned around and saw him staring at the shoe display. 

She walked back slowly, "Beso, do you see some shoes you like?"

He pointed a pair of evening pumps

. 

They were a modified Mary Jane style covered in crystals and small pearls. The strap across the top of the foot was covered in larger pearls. He looked up at Evie and smiled. "They're stunning. Don't you think Evie?" He questioned.

 She stepped closer, "They are gorgeous, Beso." Delicately, she picked up the shoe and examined it carefully. The craftsmanship was impeccable. She glanced at the almost three thousand dollar price tag and put it down swiftly. She turned to walk away.

"You don't want them, Evie?" He asked.

"No, I don't," she stated.

"Why not?" He quizzed.

"They are three thousand dollar shoes. I don't need three thousand dollar shoes, especially those shoes," she answered tersely.

"Why especially these shoes?" He asked with confusion in his voice.

She stepped close to him and whispered, "Those are bridal shoes. I don't need bridal shoes- much less, three thousand dollar bridal shoes."

"I think you should try them on," he suggested.

"Beso, are you listening to me?" She pleaded. He tilted his head and looked legitimately confused. "There are limits to how much spoiling I can take. It gives me anxiety to spend money like this," she explained, "You love to do it. I get that, but there is only so much I can accept before I start feeling like a gold digger."

"Evie," he interjected, "You are not a gold digger."

"I said FEEL like a gold digger," she explained, "It has been a lot over the past couple of months- the shopping spree, the trip to Europe, the trip here, etc."

"Okay, I understand," he bent down and kissed her gently, "I have no limits and you do. I respect your limits."

"The shoes are amazing though" she whispered.

"So when does the spoiling limit reset? A day? week? Inquiring minds want to know," he teased.

"I am walking away now," she smiled "but it's longer than a day, shorter than a year." She turned and walked away, leaving Sidney literally holding the shopping bags.

"It's okay, Princess. I've got these," he called to her as she sashayed away from him. 

"I have faith you in Mr. Crosby," she called back.

Fifteen minutes later, they stood on the Strip debating what to do next. Sidney lobbied for the leisurely gondola ride while Evie lobbied in favor of the Rollercoaster at New York, New York hotel. In the end, the cuddle possibilities won out.

As the gondola pushed off from the indoor "dock" Evie leaned back against Sidney’s chest. Both stretched their legs out in front of them. Sidney’s hand found Evie's hand and caressed it with his thumb. They hummed as they enjoyed the leisurely ride.

"So who is a better ride partner, Beso? Mike or me?" She joked.

"Definitively you, but Venice had better views," he laughed. "Maybe we can go back next summer," he added.

Evie didn't respond at first. He felt a distinct chill come over her, but she kept a steady and calm surface demeanor.

"Or not," he said quietly. She sighed deeply. "What's going on Evie? I thought we were going to have no tears today," he spoke softly.

"I am not sad, Beso. I am frustrated," she said meekly.

"Why?" He asked, "What did I do?"

"It's not something that you did intentionally," she sighed again. 'Let's just talk about it another time."

"No, tell me," he insisted.

She sat up and twisted around to face him. "Are we engaged or not?" She blurted out quickly. 

Sidney blinked and paused before speaking, "You know we aren't, Evie."

"Then why do you act like we are? Between the "almost wedding" last night, all the honeymoon talk and you trying to buy me bridal shoes, it is confusing as hell." She spoke quickly, "I get it. You want me to know your intentions. You want to make sure that I know that you aren't going to dump me like Thad. But it makes me feel confused and disappointed."

"Confused? Disappointed?" He questioned.

"Do we need to book a venue? I mean, you keep talking about next summer but things have to be planned, Beso," she rambled, "Should I start looking at dresses? I don't want to be the girl at the bridal soon with no ring. It makes me feel desperate and pushy" 

"Look, you want me to marry you, ask me to marry you" she stated, "Until then, I don't want to talk about it anymore." Sidney grabbed her hand and squeezed. "You want to talk about our future life- great, but no more wedding talk until we are officially engaged."

"I didn't mean to confuse you. I hate that you feel that way," he said as he pulled him to his chest.

"It wasn't intentional, Beso. I know it wasn't," she nuzzled her face into his chest, "I feel better now that I said something."

The gondola pulled back to the dock and Evie groaned lightly. Sidney reached into his wallet and pulled out some cash. "One more time around, please," Then he pulled her onto his chest. She smiled and snuggled into him. 

"So tell me what there is to do in Nova Scotia when I get there," she asked. 

Sidney smiled and started telling about summer in his hometown.

June 21st- Pittsburgh International Airport

Evie stood to the side of the check-in desk at the Pittsburgh International as Sidney checked his luggage for his flight to Halifax. He turned and walked to her. He wrapped his arms around her petite frame and lifted her into a tight hug. 

"Beso? How much longer?" She whispered.

"I need to get through security in the next five minutes," he replied calmly.

"Okay," she replied softly.

"Baby Girl, no tears, remember," he reminded her.

"Yes, Daddy" she smiled and kissed his cheek, "Will you hold me until it's time?"

"Yes, Baby Girl," he squeezed her tight, "Tell me what was your favorite part of our adventure? What will you remember it forever?"

"I'll remember all of it forever, but my favorite part was you. You will always be my favorite part of life," she kissed him softly.

"You stole my answer, Evie. You stole my answer," He kissed her deeply until it was time to go. "Evie, it's time," he said in a hushed tone.

"Okay, have a safe flight. Text me when you get home. Give lots of hugs to your family until I get there," she hugged him tight. 

He walked through the security gate and turned to wave to her. She waved back and blew a kiss. He dramatically caught it and drew his hands to his heart.

She turned to go. "Two weeks," she thought to herself, "I can do two weeks."

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