{Abigail}
"Ladies first, darling." Patrick says, opening the door for me, a small smile on his face.
I giggle, smiling at him before moving through the doorway.
The restaurant is warm and inviting, buzzing with excitement.
I smile in awe at the brilliant atmosphere in front of me, the sound of soft jazz in the background.
Patrick takes my hand, and I smile up at him.
"I can't believe I've never been here before." I say, shaking my head.
"Well, now you have." Pat smiles, squeezing my hand.
I smile up at him, before we make our way over to where the hostess is standing.
It's Friday, December 9, about 8:00 in the evening.
Today, is my twenty-seventh birthday.
I worked this morning for a couple hours, and Pat had a practice at the UC.
Once we both got home, Patrick and I spent the rest of the day together.
Patrick has treated me to a wonderful day, followed by a beautiful dinner, which we are at right now.
He treated me to a two-hour spa session at Trump Tower Spa, and then the two of us hung out at Millennium Park for a little while.
He then took me shopping, and paid for everything.
I wanted to buy a few things from the Blackhawks Merchandise Store, since I was in need of Hawks apparel, and he even came in there with me.
He usually doesn't love coming in that store, since everyone recognizes him, but we went during the day, and it was really quiet.
Only a few other customers were there, and he didn't mind taking pictures with them at all.
I'm not a big shopper, but today, I just couldn't stop myself.
After the Hawks store, we went to a mall in Downtown, and were there for quite a while, actually.
I kept seeing things that I loved, and Patrick kept convincing me to buy them.
I tried on a shitload of clothes, and he sat down and waited for me while I did so.
I know shopping for anyone but himself is his least-favorite thing in the world, but he didn't complain once.
I would try something on, come out and ask him how it looks, and he would give me his opinion.
Only thing is, there isn't much variety in Patrick's opinion.
He always said something along the lines of, "You look beautiful in that," or, "I love that, Abby, you're gorgeous," or, "I'm so happy you're mine."
Although his feedback wasn't of wide variety, he made me blush every single time.
After shopping, we went back to Trump Tower, where we got ready for a fancy dinner out, which leads us to where we are now.
Bliss, a fancy Italian restaurant in Downtown Chicago, that I have never been to before.
But it looks beautiful.
The hostess greets Patrick and I, and the leads us to a table of two in the corner of the large restaurant.
The architecture in this restaurant is beautiful, and the decorations are as well.
I look around in awe, smiling at the many other people here, all talking busily with one another.
I look back at Pat, and he is already smiling at me.
"Patrick, this is beautiful. Thank-you, darling." I say, reaching across and taking his hand.
I can feel his wedding ring underneath my hand.
I look at my hand, and my engagement ring sits on the fourth finger of my left hand.
I smile, blushing at it.
"How was work this morning?" Pat asks, smiling at me.
"It was pretty good, thanks. Not too busy, which was nice. How was practice this morning?" I ask, smiling across at Patrick.
I can't help but admire how stunning he looks tonight.
Dark suit, piercing blue eyes, blonde curls... he looks amazing.
He smiles, looking back at me.
"It was good. Coach Q didn't work us too hard, thankfully." He laughs.
I smile, looking down at my hands.
"Well that's good. I can't even imagine how tiring it must get when you-"
"You look beautiful, my God." Patrick interrupts me.
I look up at him, my eyes wide.
I smile, biting my lip.
"Sorry. I couldn't keep it inside." He laughs, his blue eyes piercing through me.
His random compliments.
God, I love him.
"Thank-you, Patrick," I smile, my voice quiet.
"As do you." I giggle.
He nods, smiling back at me.
"Thank-you, Miss. Abby Kane." He smiles.
"Mrs. Abby Kane." I correct him, winking.
"Right." He laughs, biting his lip.
I giggle, looking down at my hands in my lap.
For the first few weeks after the wedding, it was odd having a different last name.
But, I loved it.
And I still do.
Abigail Kane just works.
I really, really like it.
Right then, a waitress comes over to where Pat and I are sitting, and takes our order for drinks.
We order a bottle of wine, and the waitress smiles and nods, before leaving our table.
For a few moments, Patrick and I sit in silence, people-watching.
After a few minutes, Patrick breaks the silence.
"Are you ready, Abby?" Pat asks, looking across at me.
His blue eyes are an ocean of seriousness, but possess an intriguing kind of curiosity.
"For what?" I ask, smiling.
"For a child, Abby." He says, quietly.
I smile, exhaling deeply.
Patrick and I made the decision that we want a baby just over two weeks ago.
We haven't started trying for a baby yet, but if I want to get pregnant, is has to be soon.
Based on the timing of my last period, it has to be really soon.
Unless we wait until my next period, but I doubt we are going to do that.
"Yes, Patrick. I am." I say, nodding.
He swallows, exhaling deeply.
"Tonight," He says, taking my hand.
"Tonight, we try for a baby." He says, nodding.
A rush of blood moves to my head, and it begins spinning.
Wow.
I knew that we were going to have to do this soon, but suddenly, it just seems so soon.
So certain.
But so utterly exciting, at the same time.
"Are you sure, Patrick?" I ask, biting my lip.
He nods, smiling.
"Abigail, I could not imagine anything more beautiful than a little human made by you and I. I want this, darling." He smiles, looking through me with his ocean-like eyes.
I nod, blushing.
"Me too." I giggle, thinking about a baby that Pat and I make.
"Patrick, are you sure that you understand what this means? What this kind of commitment is?" I ask, widening my eyes.
"To be honest, I don't think anyone really understands the immensity of children until they have them, but for now, I am doing the best that I can. And Abby, trust me, I want this." He nods, smiling.
I smile back at him, biting my lip.
"Are you ready?" He asks.
"I mean, you're the one that's going to have to carry this little human for the next nine and half months." He winks.
I laugh, shaking my head.
Pat can lighten the mood, at any given time.
He can make me laugh, even in serious situations like these.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I shake my head, exhaling.
He nods, smiling.
"I'm excited." He says, quietly.
I nod.
"I am too, Pat. I am too." I reply.
And for a few moments after that, Patrick and I sit in silence, truly taking in the immensity of the situation.
And it is in this moment, that I know my life will never be the same.
If everything works out, tonight is the night that will change everything.
I am lost deep within my thoughts, when the waitress comes back with our bottle of wine, and two wine glasses.
She pours the dark red liquid into each of our glasses, and we thank her before she turns on her heel, and heads through the busy tables within the restaurant.
Patrick lifts his glass up, and I do the same.
"To our future child. And to your birthday, Abigail. Happy birthday, beautiful." Pat says, our glasses chiming together.
I blush, smiling.
"Thank-you, Patrick." I laugh, before we each sip our drinks.
The wine is the perfect flavor, and it slides down my throat easily.
If all goes well, tonight will be my last night that I can drink for the next nine months.
But that shouldn't be a problem for me.
I'm not a big drinker anyways.
Patrick and I talk for about twenty more minutes, when the waitress comes again, and we order our food.
Within half an hour, both of our meals have come, and we eat and converse over a long and beautiful dinner.
It has been an ideal evening.
I have had the most amazing time, and this was an incredible way to spend my twenty-seventh birthday.
A few quick hours pass, and Patrick and I are just finishing up dessert now.
We decided to split the chocolate slice of cake, that is absolutely delicious.
Full, rich, thick... it's perfect.
Chocolate will forever be my weakness.
"Damn this is good. Do not tell Coach Q I've been eating this." Pat laughs, his eyes widening.
I laugh, finishing my bite.
"I won't." I laugh.
"Twenty-seven already, eh?" Pat asks, winking at me.
I blush.
"I know, I'm getting so old." I joke, rolling my eyes playfully.
Pat laughs.
I look over at him, before speaking again.
"Patrick, thank-you for this incredible day. It's been an ideal birthday, and I couldn't imagine it being any better." I smile, looking down at my lap.
"It was my pleasure, Abby," Pat smiles.
"Now are you ready to head out?" He asks.
I glance down at our plate, and realize that we have completely finished the cake.
"I think so." I nod, smiling.
With that, Patrick pays the bill, and the two of us head out for the evening.
We leave the warm air of the restaurant, and enter the cold, crisp winter air of Chicago.
It's about 11:30 in the evening, and it is dark out.
Downtown is still alive and buzzing, with streetlights on throughout.
In the light coming from the streetlights, you can see the snowflakes falling from the sky.
They are light and fluffy, and the streets of Downtown are covered in a light blanket of snow.
Patrick and I link arms, as I zip up my dark jacket over top of my white dress.
My heels click against the sidewalk, and my grip on Pat's arm ensures that I don't fall.
That would be bad.
And embarrassing.
But totally something that would happen to me.
"If you fell right now, I'd have to admit I would laugh." Pat winks.
I look up at him, rolling my eyes.
He kisses my nose gently.
"Whatever, Kane." I roll my eyes.
We both laugh, and finally, we reach our car in the parking lot.
I get into the passenger's side, and Pat gets in the driver's side.
He starts the car, and immediately cranks up the heat.
Within a few minutes, we have started the short drive back to Trump Tower.
I look out the window carefully as we drive.
I can hear Pat's steady breathing, and I watch the nightlife buzz with excitement.
The city lights are vibrant and beautiful, and Downtown Chicago is on fire tonight.
It's electric and passionate.
I can feel my fervent eyes staring at it, feeling such a love for my hometown.
Born and raised, a Chicago-girl.
I smile, looking down at my lap.
As I think about what's going to take place in just a few short minutes once we have reached Trump Tower, I begin to get butterflies.
And I can't read what type of butterflies.
Nervousness?
Yes.
Excitement? Yes.
Patrick and I have had sex so many times throughout the years we have been dating, but I've never felt like this before.
I mean, the actual sex part won't be any different than it always is, (other than that Patrick won't be wearing a condom) but perhaps it's the concept of what's happening that is causing me to feel this way.
The immensity of it all.
The certainty of it all.
The suddenness of it all.
I am awoken from my thoughts, when Pat turns off the car engine, and I realize that we have reached Trump Tower.
Pat looks over to me, and smiles, taking my hand.
"I love you, always. Okay? No matter what happens, I love you always." Pat says, caressing the back of my hand.
I smile at him, reaching over and kissing him on the cheek.
"I love you too, Pat," I say, nodding.
"This love is ours." I add, quickly.
"This love is ours." He replies, smiling.
"Now let's get up to the apartment, you look hot as fuck tonight and I really want to get all up in that." Pat winks, smirking.
I laugh, rolling my eyes playfully as he gets out of the car.
"Pervert!" I call, getting out of the car, and closing the door.
We meet at the back of the car, and he slaps my ass gently.
"What do you mean, pervert?" He asks, winking.
I roll my eyes again, giggling.
With that, the two of us intertwine our fingers as we walk through the underground parking lot.
We get into the elevator, and quietly, start ascending to the eighty-fourth floor.
I lean back against the elevator wall, tapping my fingers nervously against my thighs.
"It's just different, you know?" I ask, looking over at Pat.
He looks down at me, nodding.
"Yeah, I know. It feels different." He says, nodding.
I nod, in agreement.
Right then, the elevator doors slide open, and Pat and I file out into the hallway.
We make our way down the hallway towards our apartment, my heels clicking against the floor.
As much as I love these shoes, I'm really ready to get them off now.
They're hurting my feet.
Pat unlocks the apartment door, and both of us enter the apartment, the door closing behind us.
And suddenly, it's silent.
The apartment is dim, the city lights are bright and vividly shining through the apartment, and everything is calm.
Everything is quiet.
Beautifully, peacefully, quiet.
Pat and I take off our jackets, and hang them up in the closet by the entrance.
Right then, I feel Pat hug me from behind, kissing my cheek.
"I love you." He says, for the hundredth time today.
But I'll never be sick of hearing him say those three words.
Never.
"I love you too, Patrick." I giggle, placing my hands over his as they rest on my waist.
I spin around, and kiss him on the cheek gently.
Suddenly, Patrick leans down slightly, and presses his lips against mine.
Hard.
I kiss back, holding his face in my hands.
He runs his hands through my hair, and I crawl up onto him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he supports me by my thighs.
He continues to kiss me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and exploring.
I moan, running a hand through his curls.
After making out like this for a little while, we finally part.
I breathe hard, looking down, Pat still holding me up by my thighs.
"Shall we go upstairs?" Pat asks.
I look up at him, and into his blue eyes.
Even in the midst of the dark winter evening, I can still see how his eyes are literally a sky full of stars.
Shining, moving beautifully through his eyes, they are absolutely stunning.
They get me every goddamn time.
"Yeah." I reply, giggling.
He chuckles, and I slip down off of him.
He takes my hand, and the two of us head upstairs, and down the hallway into our bedroom.
He shuts the door after us, and quickly, I press my lips against his again.
He takes off his suit jacket, and as we are kissing, I loosen his tie, quickly flinging that off of him.
He reaches around my back, pushing me up harder against the wall.
He unzips my dress, but struggles once it reaches a certain point.
"It won't go down any further." He wines, between kisses.
I kiss him hard, speaking between them.
"You have to tug it hard." I giggle, smiling as he kisses my neck gently.
I feel Pat pull harder on the zipper at the back of my dress, and I feel my dress loosen.
He's got it.
I giggle, as he quickly slips the dress off of me.
The dress had a built-in bra, so right now, I'm only in my panties.
I reach for his belt, and we both struggle to get that off of him, between our kisses.
He reaches his hand down to my bare ass, and squeezes it, as I manage to un-button his pants.
Quickly, his pants are slipped off of him, and now I have the challenge of un-doing the buttons of his shirt.
I get to the first button, and Patrick speaks, his tongue against my lower lip.
"Just rip the damn shirt off, Abby." He laughs, suddenly pushing me up harder against the wall.
"No, I bought this damn thing for your birthday, and it was expensive! I'm not wrecking it!" I giggle, lifting my head up, so he can kiss my neck easily.
He kisses my collarbone, sucking gently at the skin.
I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from moaning.
"Fine." He laughs, sighing.
I giggle, as I continue to un-do the buttons.
Finally, I manage to get all of them un-done, and Pat aggressively pulls the white dress-shirt off of him, leaving both of us in just our under garments.
Patrick and I make our way over to the bed, and I lie down, him following me shortly after.
He positions himself on top of me, running his tongue along my stomach and around my breasts as he does so.
He supports himself with his arms, and his biceps are flexed.
I wrap my fingers around his biceps, moaning at the feel of his strong muscles underneath my hand.
My emotions are running wild.
I can't even hear myself think, but I'm so seduced right now, it's insane.
"I guess I won't be reaching for that condom in my night table drawer." Pat laughs, as he gently sucks on the skin by my collarbone.
I giggle, pulling him even closer to me, running my hands through his hair.
"I guess not." I giggle, spreading my legs onto either side of him.
Pat suddenly stops sucking on my skin, and moves his eyes onto mine, where our eyes meet.
He stops, biting his lip for a second.
He looks so sexy right now.
Large shoulders, completely naked, biting his lip.
I just want him.
"Abigail, are you sure you are ready for this? There's no turning back, darling." He says, gently.
I nod, reaching up and kissing his nose quickly.
"I'm ready, Patrick. Are you?" I ask.
He nods, smiling.
"Yes, Abigail. I am." He nods.
I giggle.
"Then do your thing, Kaner. I'm all yours." I wink, smiling.
He bites his lip.
"Whatever you say, love." He smirks, moving his kisses back down to around my breasts.
And in a few moments, Patrick will have put himself inside of me, and the two of us will make love under the winter moon.
We will be dancing amongst the sheets, moving with each other as we do so.
And we have done this many, many times before.
But tonight, is different.
Tonight, everything has the potential to change.
Patrick and I aren't having sex, just for the sex.
We aren't having sex just for the rush, or the pleasure, or anything else.
Tonight, we do it to create something.
To create someone.
We do it to start something that is far more beautiful than anything we have ever done before.
Tonight, we start a family.