On The Ice

- Chapter 17 -

- three years later -

Sienna

I'm going to kill him, I really am.

"Xavier, get your ass here right now!" I shout from upstairs, I really don't have a clue what he's doing right now. Nothing important clearly because he's here in seconds.

"What?" He's stood in the doorway, leaning against it. That is still really hot, I literally don't care what anyone says.

"You have an away game next week?"

"Yes? I told you this." He says.

"You know what's happening that day, don't you?" I ask him.

"Shit."

"Mhm, shit." I mock him, "is there anyway you could get off?"

"I could try? Not likely though." He's still a royal pain in my ass, I don't care what anyone says. A hot pain in my ass, if that makes sense?

I maybe 21 now but I honestly still can't think straight around my fiancée. That's still sounds weird.

"It's risky, I don't know if I can get it off. We should've waited till offseason."

"You could've waited till offseason. Then my family wouldn't have thrown us a party. Or here's an idea do it privately where no one would know." He knows I'm kidding, the proposal was perfect.

"Yeah, whatever asshole. You loved it."

"Yeah I did." I do think of that day a lot. I'll try word it the best I can.

- 2 months ago -

"Do you mind coming with me, Sienna?" I've been to plenty of his games by now to recognise who this guard is. For some reason he looks anxious.

"Sure, if everything okay?"

"Yes! Everything is fine, I just need you to come with me." He says, gesturing for me to follow him. Please say Xavier is alright. If he's injured and I missed it while I looked away I'll be really pissed.

I follow him towards the tunnel where the players come out, I haven't been here in years. Not since we made the agreement that got us here in the first place.

This time I'm heading to the ice.

First I'm stopped and given my skates, odd. Why the hell are they here and why do I need to put them on. I do anyways.

I crouch down and tie my laces, before continuing towards the ice.

Normally I'd be strong on my skates, this time I'm really anxious. Walking out of the tunnel is normally one of my favourite things to do. Not now, especially knowing what I'm about to walk out to.

I mean I know exactly what I'm walking out to, thousands of hockey fans who probably know me as Xavier's girlfriend not the highest scoring player in her league three years in a row. I do like saying that, I didn't used to. Once I got it twice in a row I did get a little proud of myself.