On Monday, Sidney and I met with the realator after his practice to sign off on papers and put an offer in for the house.
"I'm really excited about this," I grinned, squeezing Sid's hand after we filled out every imaginable form ever and putting in the offer.
"Me too, Aubs. Maybe we should get Henry and Vienna and all go out for lunch."
"How about dinner? I kinda have something planned already."
"Oh?" he asked, shooting me a curious look.
"Yeah, it's spring break so I coordinated with all of the kids I've coached at Langley. We're all getting together at the Iceoplex and I'm bringing Ollie. You're invited too, of course," I laughed, giving him a swift kiss before getting into the Range Rover.
Although we had become a lot more physical with each other, we hadn't discussed our current relationship and didn't have a label for it, which seemed to be working so far.
Once I had my practice bag, I got Oliver ready and the three of us went to the rink.
We headed into the locker room and I was greeted by many familiar faces.
"Hey guys, meet Oliver!" I told them before going around and saying hi to everyone individually.
"Are you sure you don't want to play, Sid?" I asked him as I laced up my skates.
"Yeah, I'm good. The teams will be uneven if I do, anyway. Ollie and I will be your cheerleaders."
"Thanks," I smiled, watching him grin sheepishly.
"Dude, Brie. I'm glad your kid is cute," Jared told me after we hit the ice.
"Yeah. I've seen some ugly babyies, but you got a good one," Casey chuckled. They were the two boys I had definitely missed the most.
Even though this was just a pickup game, everyone seemed to be playing as if it was Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, Aubrie included.
"Ollie, look at mommy go!" I had him sitting so he could see the game, and I pointed at Aubs. She was skating and playing like she had never left the ice, and it amazed me.
I knew she missed playing, but I also knew that she had new priorities.. I still felt for her though; I could never imagine giving up hockey like she did.
I watched her joke around on the bench an I saw the old Aubrie resurfacing; the one who didn't have a care in the world- except for her passion for hockey.
They all took a break after the first 'period' so she skated over to me.
"How are my two favourite boys?" she asked, leaning on her stick and holding her helmet. Despite all of her gear and tired look, she was beautiful in her jersey and skates.
"Enjoying the game. You having fun?" She nodded enthusiastically, smiling brightly, having scored twice and assisted once.
Aubrie took off her glove and ruffled Oliver's soft, dark hair, then mine before returning to her game.
I was glad that she was playing; I had never wanted her to stop. If only we could both do what we love all the time. Then everything would be perfect, but that wasn't going to happen.. Not now at least.
After hanging out with everyone, we went back to Mario's and had lunch before putting the little guy down for nap time.
Aubs and I sat in my room playing Gin, talking about today.
"You looked great out on the ice. I'm glad your team won," I laughed, picking up a card only to discard it immediately.
"Thanks.. I felt great out there. I really missed actually playing with a big team," she admitted.
"I could tell. Maybe you should join a local league," I suggested.
"Eh, I don't know. We'll see," she shrugged, "Let's just take one thing at a time. I just want our offer to get accepted for the house right now."
"I'm surprised you're so ok with not getting to play.. It's what you've always wanted to do," I mused, sorting my cards as she finished her turn.
"Things change, you know? Yeah, it sucks that I can't live out my dreams and play. But stuff happens. I have dreams and hopes for Oliver now." I could tell she was a little unwilling to admit that, but it was good that she did.
I was starting to feel weird about sharing my thoughts about my dying dreams of a hockey career, so I brought up a new topic.
"Henry said they want us to bring Oliver to dinner."
"He's determined to get into the kid's good graces, isn't he?" Sidney chuckled.
"Oh, you know he is. Once he gets his mind set on it, there's no stopping Hen," I confirmed.
Our dinner went extremely well; Oliver seemed to have warmed up to Henry, who was pleasantly surprised and over the moon about it.
April came quickly and the Pens were on a road trip to play Carolina and both teams in Florida.
The day they were supposed to be coming home, I got a phone call from the woman who was our realator.
"Good news, Miss Fleury!" she immediately announced, even though I insisted she call me Aubrie.
"You and Mr. Crosby are the new owners of that gorgeous house! They accepted your offer."
"That's amazing!" I was grinning ear to ear, rifling through my purse for a pen.
"All you two need to do is come to my office as soon as possible to go over everything and make it official!"
"How about later this afternoon?" I asked.
"Sounds great. I'll see you soon."
As soon as I hung up, I called Sidney.
"Hey Aubs, what's up?" he answered and I could hear people in the background.
"Are you at the airport?"
"Yeah, we just landed and I'm getting my stuff."
"Well hurry back, okay?"
"Why? Did something happen?" I could tell I was putting him in panic mode.
"You'll find out. Bye dear," I finished, ending our call.
Sidney was here in half an hour, immediately finding me in my room.
"What's going on?" he asked, clearly flustered.
"The realator called. We got the house," I told him, watching a smile hit his face.
"We need to go finalize everything before you go to Montreal, so let's go." I lifted Oliver up and out of his crib; he was coming with us since no one else was home.
"This is amazing," Sidney reiterated as he drove to the woman's office.
"I know. It's gonna be a hassle to move, but I'm actually looking forward to it."
"Good. I'm hoping I'll be able to help.. I don't want to make you do it by yourself."
"It's fine, really. Whatever works out, with playoffs and all. I have a good feeling about everything now."
"You're optimistic enough for the both of us," he laughed.
We signed all of the necessary documents to get our house, the realator gave us the keys and told us that we could move in whenever we wanted; it had previously been unoccupied.
We left the woman's office, picked up some Chinese food and had dinner on the living room floor of our new house, spending the whole time talking about decor and arrangements. We took notes of things we would definitely need, while Oliver crawled around and inspected his new home.
I pulled out my camera from my bag, snapping a few shots of the little boy on the go, then Sid wanted to be in a few.
"I need some to put up in my stall at Mellon! Get over here!" He pulled me in, getting me to take pictures of all three of us, myspace-style, which made me laugh.
"We can add these to his baby book," I told him as we looked through about thirty pictures we had just taken, "And I look horribly ridiculous in every one!"
"You've got to be kidding. You look gorgeous, so don't sell yourself short," Sidney told me, a look in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a very long time.
He wanted me, and I wanted him more than anything, but it wasn't the right time or place.
"Once we're out of the Lemieux's and moved in here, Sid," I promised, giving him a hard kiss and making him groan loudly.