Tripping

Chapter 21: Nathan's POV

Nathan

"I'll buy your ticket, you have to come out for it. We both want you here. Especially Mia, she doesn't want you to miss it Rick."

"Sure I'll be there when is it?" Rick asks me as we talk on the phone.

"We are doing a brunch party instead of an evening engagement party. It's on February 14. You can come over, have some drinks and brunch, maybe meet a pretty lady and take her for dinner at night," I'm just pulling his leg. He would never do that. He said he isn't the type to settle down.

"Alright I'll be there and you don't need to buy my ticket Nate. I want to be there, you're not forcing me," I always just want to help him in any way I can. I mean he made good money through his career and I'm sure he can get a plane ticket from Vegas to Toronto no problem. But this is our engagement party so I want to do this for him.

"I know you can but Mia wants us to do this for you since you're coming out for us. So just say yes and will see you next month," I tell him, sounding chipper on purpose because it pisses Ricky off.

"Alright I'm only saying yes so your girl doesn't stress," thank fuck. When Mia stresses it's not good for anyone, especially me.

"Will talk soon about the details. I gotta go get ready for the concert," I tell him as I finish up my small at home workout.

I hang up the phone, put my weights away and head up to see my girl. Tonight we have The Weekend's concert and I'm so pumped. This new year has been the fucking best. I mean it's not even one week in but how can I complain? We are settling in our new house perfectly, both healthy and happy, and let's just say Mia has been more horny lately and I have absolutely zero complaints. Hopefully she's down for a quickie before we need to head to the arena.

I walk into our bedroom and see Mia changing out of her work clothes since she had to work today. We had practice yesterday and a game tomorrow so we got the day off today thankfully.

"Hey baby, are you excited?" How can she ask me anything when she's stripping in front of me? Does she actually think I'm going to be able to register what she's saying and reply when her tits are out.

"Yes, very," I tell her but my eyes are stuck on her body.

"For the concert perv," I snap my eyes to look up at her.

"That's what I meant, I'm excited for the concert. If you can't tell, we are really excited," I tell her pointing down to my crotch where my dick is forming a tent in my gym shorts.

"Yeah I can see that. Too bad we can't be late and I don't want to get caught in traffic," Mia hates being late. I used to be a better late than never kind of guy, but she was quick to change that. Now I kind of get it after she lectured me continuously on respecting people's time. Even though I know The Weekend will be doing the complete opposite and make us wait. Probably until he finishes smoking up backstage and blesses us with his presence way past 7pm. But I don't tell her that and go to take a shower.

"So everything's pretty much set for the party babe. Jules and I picked and ordered the flowers. And we placed our order with the caterers. Just need to get a few other things," I hear Mia tell me outside the shower as I wash my hair.

"Sounds good and you put everything through my card right?" I wipe the fogged up glass so I can see her through the shower wall.

"No Nate, I'm paying for this. I already told you this. You have done and paid for more than enough recently. It's my turn now, okay?" I know the tone she's giving me and if I fight her on this we're bound to have a pointless argument that will end up giving each other the cold shoulder until one of us cracks

"Okay then just let me know what I can help with," I tell her finishing up my shower.

"I will, thanks baby," she says, going to put on her makeup.

I know Mia makes decent money and I never want her to feel like I'm degrading her hard work and earnings. But growing up I always witnessed my dad taking care of everything for my mom. And they had the greatest fucking love and I want what they have, I already have it I just want to do whatever I can to keep it. My dad always tells me to take care of Mia in every way I can. But I'm going to let her have this. We haven't joined our finances yet. We decided we would wait until we got married but I'm kind of biased and only want her to use my money.

I get out of the shower grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I hate when Mia leans over the counter like that to put on her makeup. She really isn't going to give me that quickie but she won't stop fucking teasing me.

"If you keep bending over like that we will never make it," I tell her teasingly.

"Oh we will make it. Go change now or I'm going without you. I'm sure I can find few guys to hang around with," a growl leaves my throat involuntarily as I slap her ass making her squeal.

"Never, ever. Don't even joke," I tell her in her ear as I disappear into the closet to change.

I know that it's going to be boiling in the arena since we are right by the stage where all the raging teenage girls are going to be, but it's fucking freezing outside. So I pick out a simple t-shirt and jeans, throw on a bomber jacket and toss a backwards baseball cap on my head that has my number with the Leafs logo on it. Mia's weakness - a backwards baseball cap. So you bet your ass I include it into my outfit any chance I can. She even makes me wear it when we fuck sometimes.

Mia runs out the washroom grabbing her jacket, slapping my ass and rushes down the stairs. "Meet you in the car,"

She's going to pay for that.

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I feel like a kid in a fucking candy store right now. When The Weekend finally came out. One hour late - by the way. He's wearing a fucking leafs jersey. And not just any fucking jersey. My fucking jersey. I'm fangirling so hard right now. Except when he saw Mia and I right there by the stage he pointed right at me when he noticed me. And now security is trying to control the commotion that Mia and I are caught in the middle of.

One of the security guards comes right up to me and whispers for me to follow him. I grab Mia's hand and make sure she's okay which she seems like she is. She has a beaming smile on her face. She was shrieking so loud when she noticed he was wearing my jersey, I could still hear her over the booming music.

The security leads us to this VIP section that's situated in the middle of the floor on an elevated platform. There's security surrounding the whole area, thank god. I didn't think people would start ignoring the actual performance to try to get pictures and autographs from me.

"That was fucking insane babe," Mia is yelling over the music.

I smile down at her and wrap my arms around her from behind and just enjoy this moment. Hearing my favourite songs, with my favourite girl, listening to her shout out the lyrics. Usually when we hear these songs she's screaming out my name but this works too, for now.

Mia keeps rubbing her ass up against my junk, I have to hold her there so that people don't notice the obvious bulge forming. Thankfully I made it through the whole show without dragging her out of here to deal with the problem she created. The security tells us to wait until the floor clears up a bit so they can escort us out.

When we finally make it back to the private parking that I use when I come here for home games we hop in the car and head home.

"That was so much fun I loved his set," Mia says, giving me her perfect smile.

"Thank you, for the concert, for being here with me, for everything you do," I tell her as she grabs my hand off the gear shift and holds in both her hands, bringing it to her lips she plants small and soft kisses to my knuckles.

"Chick-fil-A?" I ask her knowing she's probably starving after all her singing.

"Oh my god I thought you would never ask, fuck yes!" She says nearly jumping with excitement.

Nothing compares to this. The perfect night. Perfect girl. Perfect everything.

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See you all tomorrow😊

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