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Get These Gains - Colby

Six weeks.

There was the night right before I had left when Coach called me, letting me know I should have my contract arriving soon. Sure enough, it had arrived and I had to get on Facetime to sign it. Everyone I knew and cared about was there for my departure. Jo was standing in the corner, tears running down her face faster than she could wipe them. It hurt my heart to see her cry, but I knew they were happy tears. After clicking off the call, Trent and some of the guys hugged me or we did a handshake and shared good luck words. Jo was able to jump on me and attached herself like a monkey and never let go. The whole night, she was near me, dreading the amount of time we had together. We were damn near inseparable, until I got to the airport. She was so supportive, and amazing in every way possible.

If it wasn't for her pushing me like this, after all her ins and outs she had been in, standing tall right beside me, I don't think I could be here. I didn't have it in me to leave her behind when she was being fuckign stalked by her ex and his brother. I'm so fucking glad he was guilty. As he fucking should have been. There was no way they would have decided otherwise. It made my skin crawl when he would sneak glances at her in the courtroom. I wanted to jump the banister and beat his fucking face to a pulp.

A week later, Jo got the call that John was sentenced to twenty years, no foreseeable future of getting out early, nor would be given the chance to be on parole, in the highest security of prison. Can't remember what they called it, just glad no one was going to be around to stalk her like that anymore. She got what she deserved. Which was to be happy and carefree.

With me of course.

Roughly over a month and a half later, and my skin was getting itchy to see Jo again. We FaceTime, talk on the phone, or obviously text. But it isn't the same. It's almost taking me back to when we first talked like this when she was going through the healing process of everything. She was the air I breathed into my lungs every single second of every single day. She is and always will be light that I never knew that I needed in my life.

What can I say? I'm head over heels for her. She drives me wild inside and out - on and off the ice. In and out of bed, the shower...

Grinning at her text a few moments ago, my thumbs worked over the screen typing out a reply. She had no idea what I had in store for her.

We had two days of recovery before our game, and my intention was to surprise her before then. Everything was moving so fast, I didn't have time to plan anything. So here we are. Two days before our first home game, against the Detroit Red Wings. Not sure what they needed the wings for. Not like it was going to carry them to the Stanley Cup or anything.

Peeking at my phone, waiting for the guys to gather, I read her message:

Oh my god I just got a package in the mail! Your mom brought it to me, hang on...

The next one made my heart nearly stop.

Bee, you will love this! I can't wait to show you in person! ;)

"Brooks." Martin Jones, our goalie murmured, plopping himself down on the bench next to me. I typed out a reply.

If it has anything to do with you, Angel, I am going to love it regardless.

I'm always going to love you no matter what you wear... or don't wear ;)

It was an off day, and some of us decided to cheat the day away by eating whatever we could get our hands on. Burgers, hot dogs, fries, fried chicken, ice cream, you name it. The guys slowly filed out of line, endless mountains of burgers fries and nachos. Trent would feel right at home with these guys, eating as much as they do.