March 23rd, 2019.
Tampa Bay ➜ St Louis
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"Let's fucking go!"
I giggled as Tyler hugged me, "congratulations." "Thanks bud, you too." I smiled, turning to Vince.
"You gotta stop trying to outshine me." He shook his head and laughed.
"I'm not trying to!" I giggled, pulling him in for a hug before we went to skate off the ice.
I had made two mores goals tonight, meaning I've made nine goals since I've been back.
After I had showered, I went straight to media, where I get asked the most irrelevant questions.
"You and Vince Dunn seem to have a really close relationship on and off the ice, can you tell us a little bit about that?"
"I've made nine goals in three games and you want to hear about mine and Dunner's relationship?" I asked, giggling just to make it seem like I wasn't annoyed.
"Vince didn't seem to have an issue with it." "That's because Vince is Vince, we are not the same person." I shook my head.
The lady sat back down in her seat and we moved onto the next question; "being this close to the end of the regular season, and seeing how close your team is the the playoffs, can you tell us how you feel about that?"
"Uhm.."
PLAYOFFS.
How could I forget when we're this close..?
"I think it's crazy, you know? One minute the season had just started, and I was getting injured, and I wasn't counting on being back this season, especially because I was told countless times that I just wasn't healing right, but here we are. I did get to come back, and just before playoffs too, so of course I'm trying to push myself to be a lot better than I was." I nodded, playing with the rings on my hands.
"I wasn't sure I was ready to come back, I was kinda losing my confidence, especially after being injured so early on in the season, but my team, and the crowd both made that night so special, and I can only imagine what it's gonna be like when we make it to the playoffs, run every team into the ground and come out as Stanley Cup champions." I laughed before I continued.
"I know it's still too early to have all these ideas, but I would absolutely love to be able to go to the playoffs with these guys, even if it doesn't pay off in the end." I shrugged.
"What was going through your head when you found out you were cleared?"
I giggled, "I couldn't believe it honestly. I had been told 'no' so many times, I didn't think she was serious."
I looked up from the table and saw Vince walking in, trying not to laugh. I could tell by the look on his face that he had something planned, but I had no idea what.
He looked at the guy in the front corner seat and asked for his microphone, which the guy just let him have.
"Off topic, but probably the most important question of them all, who is your favorite teammate and why?"
"Probably-" "You didn't let me finish, I was going to say, why is it Vince Dunn?"
I laid my head in my hands before looking at him again, "actually, my favorite teammate would have to be Sammy Blais."
His jaw dropped, he wasn't expecting that.
"Why are you lying? Lying is bad-" "Vince, go away." I laughed.
"My name isn't Vince, I don't even know who that is." He shook his head, mumbling whatever.
"Weird, cause two seconds ago you knew he was my favorite teammate." I shrugged.
"So he is your favorite?!" He went wide eyed, pointing at me. "Sure Vince, whatever will make you leave." I giggled.
He handed the guy his mic back and waved to everyone in the room before walking out.
I shook my head and sighed, "I can't do anything when he's around."
"Isn't he just sweet?" Some lady said. "Oh don't let him fool you, he bullies me constantly." I said, obviously sarcastically.
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"Home sweet home." I mumbled, looking out the window at the big house that stood in front of us.
"There's cake in there too." Vince whispered, knowing we were both supposed to be watching what we ate.
"And my bed." I sighed, looking over at him. He just nodded, "and you're bed."
We laughed and got out of the car, grabbing our bags and walking inside.
"So.. cake or sleep?" I asked, setting my bags beside the door. Vince dropped his on top of mine and shrugged, "both sound really good."
"I'm not eating cake before bed, so you do what you want. I'm gonna go wash my face." I said, walking towards the stairs.
"You're not having cake?" He asked, pretending to be hurt. "No? Not before bed, I'll have some tomorrow." I giggled.
"But I want some now." "Then.. get some?"
He rolled his eyes, "well I'm not gonna have any if you're not, there's no fun in eating cake by yourself."
"If I give you the cake and sit down here with you, will that make you feel better?" I asked, turning away from the staircase.
He shrugged, "a little."
I sighed and walked towards the kitchen, "you're the biggest baby I've ever met." I laughed.
"Yea but.. you could never hate me for it." He said, pointing at me. "You do have a point there." I nodded.
I didn't realize how close he was until I turned around and practically ran into him. "Jesus."
"Careful," he mumbled, laying his hands on my shoulders, "can't have you get injured again."
"Alright," I pulled away from him, "it was a nice moment until you made that comment." I shook my head and turned back to cut the cake.
He found that pretty funny, "you thought it was a nice moment?"
"That's what you got from that?" I laughed, handing him the plate. He shrugged, "was there anything else to get?"
I mocked his shrug, "one of us was interested in seeing where that moment was gonna go."
His eyes went wide before he cleared his throat, "okay, damn."
I put the cake away and turned back to him, he was sitting on one of the bar stools he had pulled up to the counter.
I grabbed a water from the fridge and stood beside him. He picked up a piece of cake with the fork and held it in front of my face.
I shook my head, "I'm good, thanks."
"No, try it, it's really good." He nodded. "I know it is, I made it."
He rolled his eyes, "try it or I'm gonna smear it all over your face."
Maybe I shouldn't have taken it that way, but the way he said it had me feeling some type of way.
I shrugged, "you could smear something else on my face."
He choked, "holy fuck McKay, what?" Once he caught his breath, he looked at me. "Why aren't you laughing? You always find shit like that hilarious." He shook his head.
I shrugged again, not having any words.
"For someone who was real bold three seconds ago, you sure are quiet now." He nodded, setting the fork down.
I couldn't help but look at his face, he made eye contract and never looked away.
"Let's go to bed Vince." I mumbled. "Why?" He asked. He knew, he just wanted to hear me say it.
He stood up, wrapping his arm around my waist as he used the other one to run a finger through the cake.
He brought his finger up to my mouth and nodded, knowing I'd take the hint.
I flicked my tongue out.
The control shifted for a moment, his eyes closed, he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
When his eyes opened and he made eye contact again, he just mumbled, "good girl."
Despite knowing how much I was going to deny it tomorrow, I was turning into an absolute whore for this man.
"Mm," I pulled away, "bedtime." I grabbed his hand and pulled him behind me.
"But.. what about the cake?" "Fuck the cake."
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9-14-23
Maybe one day I'll actually
write it, until then I'll keep
teasing y'all lmaoo
Hope you enjoyed <3