You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an...
Summary: Being a mother was hard. Being an aunt was harder. Giving up your dreams of becoming a professional ice skater to raise your niece was proving to be impossible. With her father dead, your other brother in rehab, and you low on cash and help, you didn't have a choice but to move back in with your parents. Your niece did not care to skate, but she wanted to play hockey. You just never signed up for disgraced Johnny Storm to be her coach.
Pairings: Raleigh Becket X Reader, Raleigh Becket X Johnny Storm
Rating: mature
Warnings: language, mentions of death, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.9K
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You sigh, turning your neck to the side, popping it as you look at the road in front of you. You hated this. Every part of your life that you thought was going to happen burned up in a blazing fire. Your dreams and aspirations of becoming an ice princess were long gone, and even the thoughts of living life on your own were no longer there. They were now in the rear view mirror along with your niece laying over on a garbage bag of clothes with her mouth hanging open while she slept.
It wasn't her fault, just as much as it wasn't yours. You had vowed to step up and give her the life that she deserved, even at the cost of your own. Seeing the Welcome to Maine sign as you drive into the state, mocking your less than stellar return. You were almost 'home' and you feel your airways closing up.
Taking shallow breaths as your lungs burn to where you need to pull over. Jumping out of the door as you run to the side of the road with your hands on your knees, trying to regulate your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Tears burn your eyes, and you want to crumple in a ball on the side of the road. Call your adoptive parents to come and get you because you just couldn't do it anymore.
"Aunt Pixie?" Her sweet little self rolls down the window as she looks at you. "You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," you squeak out, sucking in a deep breath, you will those tears to stay away and to not fall down your cheeks. "Yeah, I'm fine," your niece was so brave beyond what you could have ever been at her tender age. She didn't deserve to have a mother that ran off and left her. Definitely didn't deserve to have her father die in a car wreck leaving you completely alone with her.
"Gimma and Pappy are calling," she informs you, holding her hand with your phone out of the window.
"Yeah, okay," you stutter as you walk back up to the car. Cupping her face with your hand as you answer the phone, "Hey," you're able to get out. It wouldn't matter, your mom would steer the conversation.
"Where are you?" Your mother always worried. It wasn't even too long of a drive, but she acted like you were driving across the country. You only had to make one stop last night to sleep in a hotel. "Pix, where are you, baby? Is Tanzy okay?"
