After the huge parade downtown to celebrate the win, Sidney, Oliver and I were on a plan to Halifax.
Ollie wasn't fussy at all today, which surprised me completely. He did well at the parade, and despite hating planes, he did well since he was snuggled in Sidney's arms the whole time.
When we got to Sidney's house, we immediately showed Oliver around, introducing him to Sam, the rather energetic dog that Trina had brought back over.
I put Ollie down for a nap in the playpen we had set up, then Sid and I headed out to the dock.
Sidney did a little fishing and I sat beside him, holding on to the baby monitor.
"I'm surprised he's being so good," I said, dipping my feet in the water.
"Dont jinx it!" Sidney laughed as he threw out his line.
"So tomorrow I was thinking about going to the rink to see if I can get in on a pick up game or something." I said casually.
Of course I had brought my gear with me.
"Are you sure you want to play? It's summer!" Sidney replied.
"Well yeah. I only got to play a few times back in Pittsburgh. Will you be okay with Oliver?" I asked, looking over at Sidney with a questioning glance.
"Oh for sure," he nodded, "I need to get used to taking care of him by myself."
"And why's that?"
"So I can give you a break! You need to have a life to. I hate making you stay cooped up in the house when I leave for trips."
I knew Sid was being totally honest; he had been trying to learn everything I did for and with Oliver during the day.
The morning after our relaxing first day in Halifax, I got up around eight and left for the rink.
I did a quick workout to warm up, then around nine I found a group of guys to play with. The girls weren't practicing until later in the afternoon.
They seemed nice enough, but from my past experiences I should have known better.
These men, all in their late teens to mid-twenties were aggressive on the ice.
I did my best to keep up with their fast pace and I actually played pretty well considering.
I took a faceoff and the guy I picked the puck off of had a few words for me.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The 6'4", lean, golden blond center asked as he shoved me into the boards, getting in my face as I tried to keep playing.
"I'm the girl that's gonna show you how it's done," I grinned, zipping around him to catch up to my teem mate that needed to pass. The puck hit my tape and then the back of the net. I shot this dude a triumphant, snide look, having a feeling I'd regret it.
My next shift out, I was up against this pseudo-intimidating guy again. By the way he was looking at me, I could tell something was gonna go down.
Once the puck dropped, I took the draw and watched him throw off his gloves, pulling off his helmet.
"Come on, you think you're one of the guys?" he yelled at me and I let my gloves hit the ice.
The second my helmet was off, he began throwing punches. I noticed that everyone around us was shocked that I was fighting.
Sure I got in a few good punches, but I had nothing on this enormous dude.
We would have kept going, but practically the whole team separated us.
I skated around and gathered my gloves, then a team mate handed me my helmet and stick.
"Thanks," I nodded, "I had fun playing with you all.. Minus this little scrap."
"Come play with us whenever!" One of them told me and I smiled.
When I got back to the house, I noticed that it was pretty quiet. Being close to noon, I figured the boys would be up and about. Guess I was wrong.
I took the opportunity to look at my reflection in one of the bathroom mirrors and I gaped at the black eye I had going on. My lips were a little cut up too, but nothing major.
I walked up to the bedroom and saw Sid laying in bed with Oliver on his chest, and Sid was reading an issue of The Hockey News in a soothing voice.
"Hi," I greeted them, immediately catching Sid's attention.
"What happened to you!?"
"Long story. I'm gonna take a shower first though."
I did just that, then joined my boys in the comfy bed to tell Sidney what went down.
"Are you serious? What made you think you could take him?" Sid asked, now curious as I finished the recap.
"Well I fought Jordan and held my own pretty well.. You and I have even thrown punches. I wasn't gonna let someone walk all over me for playing with the guys and beating them. Hockey is for everyone."
"I know it is," Sidney nodded.
"Well I guess we can't go have a family picture taken anytime soon," I laughed.
We had talked about having one done while we were on the dock yetserday.
"Black eyes heal pretty quick," he told me.
"Quickly," I corrected him.
"That's what I said..."
"No. Quick is an adjective. Quickly is an adverb, which you should have said," I replied, playing with Oliver's little feet.
"What's the big deal?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Being taught English as a second language really hammers in the grammar. Sorry. So what are we going to do all summer?"
"This, I hope," Sidney smiled, rubbing Ollie's back.
"We can't lounge around every day! You'll get flabby," I giggled as I poked his side, listening to his high-pitched laugh that I loved.
"I'm not flabby!" he defended, flexing his arms slightly.
"Not yet you aren't. I'm gonna keep you in shape."
"I like the sound of that," he winked, "But honestly, all I want to do is fish and spend time with you two."
"Well, we have to plan Ollie's first birthday, you know.. And you need to think about your day with the Cup. I'll have to head to Sorel for Marc's day with it.." I told him.
"I can't believe he's almost one already!" Sidney smiled down at Oliver who smiled back with his big, expressive eyes.
"Yep. August eighth is the big day!" I nodded.
"I wish I had been there," he sighed a little and I shook my head.
"No, you don't. Marc was there and I nearly broke his hand. Then he nearly passed out, even though he didn't even see it happen."
"But still, it's the whole idea. I missed him being born," Sidney was obviously unsettled by this.
"I'm sure my brother can give you all the gory details.. And how I was creaming about how much I hated you the whole time," I laughed.
"I think I'll actually have to ask him," Sidney nodded, "Cause we're inviting him to Ollie's birthday bash."
"Who else do you want to come?" I asked curiously.
"Well our parents and Taylor.. Henry and Vienna, Marc, Max, Price, TK, Colby.." Sidney listed people off.
"Wait, you want Carey to come?" I was shocked.
"Yeah. He did what he thought was best, and that was to be there for you when I wasn't.. He's not my rival or my competition. We're actually cool now."
"Wow... Well, that's really unusual of you.. But I'm glad you worked out your differences," I smiled, giving him a quick kiss.
"I'm gonna run downstairs and grab something to eat. Want anything?" Sid asked, slowly lifting Oliver off his chest and laying him on the bed.
"There's some celery and carrots in the fridge.."
"You know me too well," I laughed as Sid got up.
When Sid came back up, we watched some TV and played with Oliver until I decided to ask him something.
"So, I was thinking.." I said, easing myself into the conversation that was ahead.
"About?" Sidney asked, his cute accent taking control.
"I don't really want to wait till next summer to get married," I told him shyly. I didn't want to come off as a bridezilla.
"When do you want to then? You know it's so busy during the season.." He seemed surprised, since I had originally suggested the current time frame.
"The end of the summer?" I shrugged.
"Wait, what? There's so much to plan!"
"It's not like I have anything else to do," I laughed, "If we do this right after your birthdays, practically everyone will already be here."
"I guess.. I don't know," Sidney was clearly hesitant, "Don't you want it to be perfect? That usually takes more than two and a half months."
"Sid, we could get married right now in our pajamas and I would be just as happy, if not more," I said with a smile, which made him grin.
"Ok. If it's what you want, we can kick planning mode into high gear and try to get it done," he gave in.
"Really? This is awesome.. You don't know how excited I am!" I gave him a warm hug before pulling him in for a heated kiss.
"Oh, I think I have an idea," he chuckled, touching my black eye carefully.
"Ouch," I winced as he gently kissed the sore spot.
"There, all better," he smiled sweetly.