Tuesday, November 18, 2008

SKATE YOUR LANE;; SEVENTYTWO

SEVENTYTWO;;

While the Pens were in Ottawa on March first, Sidney mentioned that he felt like he wanted to come back to the team.
"Sid, are you sure you're ready? I see how you grimace when you move your ankle a certain way," I said as we hung out and played Xbox 360 in his bedroom.
We were waiting for Mario and Nathalie to finish getting ready; they had a date night planned, and Sidney had volunteered us to babysit.
"I feel like I'm letting everyone down by not playing," he answered, groaning as I shot and killed him again.
"I thought you were good at this!" I laughed.
This was my first time ever playing Call of Duty 4, and I was putting Sidney to shame.
"Beginner's luck.."
"Yeah, you just can't play to save your life!" I teased, "Anyways. You'd be letting everyone down if you came back prematurely, getting everybody's hopes up only to realize you weren't ready."
"I'll talk to Therrien, ok?"

After Nathalie and Mario left, Sidney and the four kids sat in the living room watching cartoons. Sid even let them hold the remote.
It was sweet, as they all sat on the couch with Sid in the middle, using him as their pillow.
I was keeping an eye on the dinner I was making; chicken, peas, potatoes and cornbread, while I watched them all sit around too.
The six of us sat down at the table for dinner, and around ten we tucked each kind into bed and told them goodnight.

In the kitchen, I started to do the dishes, but Sidney told me to sit on the counter and he would do it, since I cooked.
"Imagine.. This is gonna be like a routine for us someday soon," he said as he rinsed off plates and put them in the dishwasher.
"I know. It's weird, huh?"
"Soon enough, we'll have our own little one to tuck in, read stories to, and assure that there are no monsters under the bead," he referred to what we just did for the Lemieux kids.
"In five months, we'll be bringing a new life into the world," I shook my head, still not totally grasping the idea.
"You know, we haven't gone baby shopping yet," I mused as Sidney finished the dishes.
"We will soon, I promise. But Army is coming tomorrow.."
"I know. I'm not saying we have to go right this second, but maybe sometime within the month? I want to get the general stuff before I get to be the size of a house. Like I'm not huge enough as it is."
"You're not huge," Sidney told me sincerely, standing in front of me and kissing my neck, "you're beautiful."
"Sid, stop," I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his waist, "We're babysitting.. What if Nathalie and Mario come home to this?"
Sidney mumbled something back that I couldn't understand, and continued kissing me.

"Aubrie, Sidney?" a small, tired voice rang out, and Sidney quickly pulled back.
"Hey Alexa, what's up?" I asked, jumping off of the counter.
"I miss my mom and dad," she sniffed, and it broke my heart.
"They'll be home soon," Sidney comforted the girl, picking her up and walking her back to her room. I followed closely, watching Sidney lay Alexa in her bed, pulling up the covers just right.
I sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her back.
"Your mom and dad will be here when you wake up, I promise," I said in a soft tone, then glanced at Sid, who was on the opposite side of the bed, watching me.
"Will you stay here with me till I fall asleep?" Alexa asked sweetly, and I couldn't say no. I laid on the bed next to Alexa, continuing to trace patterns along her back to soothe her, until she was fast asleep.

After carefully getting up, Sidney and I went into the living room and sat on the couch.
"I think we handled that really well," Sidney stated, and I agreed.
"We make a pretty good team," I smiled, "hopefully we'll be that good with our kid."
"I know we will. You're a natural, and I learn fast," he chuckled.
"Hey, this is kinda random, but have you told your parents yet?" I asked quickly, and Sidney shook his head.
"They're gonna go nuts."
"Why would they?"
"You know how old my dad is, right?"
"Late forties? I don't know.." I said in an unsure tone.
"He's forty-one. My parents had me when they were our age.. They may not say it, but I was basically a mistake."
"Don't say that, Sidney."
"They'll tell me I'm ruining my life, and that I should learn from what they did and didn't do."
"You still need to tell them."
"I can't. I don't want them to hate you."
"Sid, I told my parents and brother. We told the team! Your parents need to know that they're going to be grandparents. And they're not going to hate me."
"Well, I'm not going to just call and tell them. I need to tell them in person, like you did."
"When are they coming next?" I asked.
"I don't know. I could call and find out tomorrow."
I nodded, "Please do."

We sat on the couch with the TV on a low volume, quietly talking about what to get when we go baby shopping, then about baby names.
"What do you think it's goinna be?" I asked, even though we had talked about it before.
"All the guys say a girl, and I'm starting to believe them," he admitted, "I think I'd really like having two girls to come home to after a road trip."
I smiled at his theory, and we continued to talk until Mario and Nathalie came home.
Then we went to Sid's room and laid in bed, talking until we fell asleep.

The next morning I had an appointment with Dr. Roy, and Sidney wanted to come, but he wanted to hang with Army.
Army ended up coming with us, which was super awkward and hilarious.
When it came time to do the ultrasound, Sid wanted Army to come in and see, so I agreed.
"Dude, Brie. That thing is inside you!" Colby blurted, and I laughed.
"I know, Colb. It's been inside of me for fifteen weeks!"
"Do you know what it is yet?" he asked, and Sid shook his head.
"But if you want, you can find out at your next appointment in two weeks," Dr. Roy told us, a slight chuckle to his voice.

After the appointment we drove to the arena, talking and catching up.
Colby told us all about Atlanta, and how all he eats are Krystals hamburgers, then he asked whether or not we wanted to know the sex of our baby.
Sidney had said yes, and I said no.
"Why not find out?" he asked, "then we could plan and all that around what it's gonna be."
"He has a point," Colby nodded from the passenger seat, while Sidney drove.
"I kinda want it to be a surprise.. I don't know." I definitely didn't want to argue about it right now, so I let it go.

At the arena, I received a lot of compliments from the guys. They all said I looked really good, and that I was glowing, which was weird, since I had started feeling better and wasn't getting sick to my stomach as often as I had been.
Then they invited Sidney to practice.
He looked to me, and I nodded, whispering, "Only if you call and tell your mum and dad after the game."
He quickly agreed, and suited up to go work on his game.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

SKATE YOUR LANE;; SEVENTYONE

SEVENTYONE;;

On Tuesday the 26th, I received a call from Mario to come to his house because Sidney probably needed someone to be there for him.
When I asked why, Mario said I'd find out when I got there.
"Thanks for coming on such notice, Aubrie," Nathalie smiled sadly as I entered the house.
"What's going on?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know.
"Colby was traded to the Thrashers this morning before the deadline," Mario answered, and my eyes widened.
"No.."
They both nodded.
"Alright, I guess he's in his room?"
The two nodded again.

"Sidney?" I asked as I opened the door, about to enter an all to familiar situation.
"Not now, Aubrie," he snapped, making me flinch. He'd never reacted that way...
He was laying face down on his bed, most of his face covered by his arms and a pillow.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sid."
"Well that makes one of us," he grumbled, getting up and trying to leave, but I blocked the door.
"Move."
"No," I replied in a stern voice to match the one he had just used.
"Don't make me move you myself," he threatened, taking a firm hold of my arm.
This was definitely something new.
"Don't you fucking threaten the mother of your unborn child," I hissed, glaring up at him.
"Fine, whatever," he backd down, sitting down on his bed with a 'thud'.
"I want to try and help you not be so sad," I said in a soft voice, sitting on the bed next to him.
"How? It's not like you've ever lost a best friend before."
Right after he let that sentence out of his mouth, I slapped him across the face.
"How dare you, Sidney. I didn't only lose my best friend, I lost my first love too. At least you'll get to see Army a few times during the season and over summer. I will never see Nate again."

He heaved a sigh, and I caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath. Then I noticed his tired eyes and flushed cheeks.
"Sidney Patrick Crosby, where is it?"
"Where's what?" he asked, and I stood up immediately, picking up his pillow and grabbing the quarter-full bottle of Jack Daniels, then saw another, empty, bottle in the trash next to the bed.
"I can't believe you.. And in Mario's house! Maybe this is the occasion that calls for you getting totally wasted off your ass, but not in your boss's house, while his entire family is here! Go get fucked up at Marc-Andre's or Talbot's. Better yet, don't get plastered at all."
"They're on a road trip.. Anyways, Marc said you were practically an alcoholic after Nate.."
"Nate died, Sidney. He didn't get traded to a team that was a three hour flight away. You know what. I don't need this right now. If you don't want me to try and help or just even be here, I'm gone."
I quickly left the room and went to the kitchen, where Nathalie was starting dinner.
"Did you talk to him?"
"Yeah. But I think he needs to do this by himself."
"Why?"
"Don't tell Mario, it's not that serious.. But he's already downed nearly two bottles of Jack. He just needs to chill out."

When I got home, Carey called me. It was like this guy could read my mind or something.
"Hey Carey, what's up?"
"Not a whole lot. I heard Colby Armstrong got traded to the Thrashers. How's Sidney taking it?"
"Not too well."
Thus began my twenty minute rant about what had just happened.
"He really brought up your dead ex-boyfriend?"
"Inadvertantly, yeah. I have a feeling Sid's gonna be facing some tough times in the near future," I sighed.
"Don't let him stress you out. It's bad for the baby."
"Oh, speaking of baby! It's starving," I laughed, and Carey chuckled.
"But I'm being totally serious."
"I know, Carey. Trust me, I know. That's why I left the Lemieux's. I can't be around him knowing he's in that 'mood'. Bad things have happened when I am."
"What do you mean?" Carey asked, and I felt like taking back what I'd said.
"Nothing, really. He just got drunk on the way home after a loss in Philadelphia.. Then showed up at my apartment at like four am, and when I tried to talk to him, he got mad and just kinda pushed me.."
"And?"
"And I fell and landed on a part of the couch, then got a huge-ass bruise?"
"No, I mean after that."
"I don't remember what else, really," I lied, "But we talked through it the next day like we always seem to do. I know it seems like I'm making Sid out to be some sort of abusive drunk when it's the total opposite." I let out a sigh.
"He's just going through stuff, and it frustrates me that I can't help, even though he doesn't know it or mean to. I'm sorry for making you listen to me!"
"No, it's ok. I'm glad you wanted to talk to me, and that you trust me with this stuff. I'm always happy to help friends vent."
"Well thanks for listening.. I really appreciate that we're putting my mind at ease."
"No problem, but hey. I gotta get to practice."
"Alrighty. I'll talk to you later then.. And thanks again, I mean it."
"Bye Aubrie."
I hung up and made myself dinner, then after eating, I just laid in bed watching tv until I dozed off.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep for, but I was woken up by the buzzer of the door, then a loud knocking.
I goraned and rolled over, facing my night stand and checking the time.
"Who the hell is here at one am?"
I rubbed my eyes, getting up and walking to the font door.
Sighing, I opened the door and looked up.
"Sidney," I breathed, and he nodded awkwardly.
"Can I come in?"
I nodded, noticing that he looked freezing cold and wide awake as he stepped inside.
After closing the door, I turned around at watched Sidney, who looked conflicted.
"I'm really sorry for what I said earlier.. I never meant it. I was kinda- ok, no. I was really drinking, and it was totally inappropriate. I know I acted weird.. But you can't blame me. I just found out my best friend got traded."
"And I do understand, more than you may know."
"I talked to Mario after my buzz wore off, and he helped me realize that I made a mistake."
"I'm glad," I nodded, wondering where he was taking this.
"I don't want to break up over something like what I did earlier.." he admitted, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
Did he really think I would do that?
"Sidney, relax. I do not want to break up! I love you too much!"
He carefully approached me and rested his hands on my hips.
I grinned, giving him a warm kiss that brought a smile to his lips.