Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

So, I'm going to Hawaii with you

I actually wake up before Tyler's alarm goes off. I think it's because I have so much on my mind. I didn't get much sleep last night. I would wake up every once in a while to toss and turn before falling back asleep. Tyler sleeps like a log so he didn't budge the whole night. I contemplate just lying in bed until it's time to wake up but decide to start getting ready. I still need to pack. Tyler has an early flight so I'll be dropping him off at the airport and coming back to the house for the night. Tomorrow I'm going to be taking Tyler's Jeep back home with me, along with the dogs, and dropping them off at his mom's house for the summer. I feel like I'm a bit crazy to agree to doing this but I'd do anything for him and especially anything for the boys.

After I take a shower and get dressed I stand at the foot of the bed watching Tyler sleep. His alarm isn't going to be going off for another half hour but I want to wake him up now. It's amazing that even though I am pretty mad at him all I want to do is lie in bed in his arms until we have to leave. I'm going to miss him and my anger will pass, I know it will, it's already starting to. It's impossible to stay mad at him. I know he doesn't mean to hurt me and he feels terrible that he has. Maybe some time apart will make him realize that he needs to grow up and see that his actions affect the both of us, not just him.

I crawl into bed and slowly put my arms around him so I don't startle him. He makes a few confused grunting noises but puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. "Did I sleep through my alarm?" he sleepily asks.

"No. I woke up early. You were looking so cute I couldn't resist. Sorry."

He leans his head on mine and plays with my hair. "Mmm, your hair smells good."

"Thanks."

"Are you still mad?" he asks.

"Yeah I am, but I'm not going to let that ruin this."

He leans on his side, puts his hand on my hip, and pulls me up against him. His other hand is still on the back of my head from playing with my hair. I wrap my arms around him and hold onto the back of his shoulders. He kisses me softly. My lips linger on his. I'm not ready to let him go just yet. I'm sure this isn't easy on him either. This is the first time he's really had a serious girlfriend. He's used to just coming and going as he pleases. He would play his hockey and go on his vacations not having to worry about missing anyone. It doesn't excuse his actions but I can at least see where he's coming from. We haven't really talked about this, we probably should. There's really no time for that now, though. He's going to be leaving and I have no idea when I'm going to be seeing him again. That's what hurts the most.

He pulls away. "I should shower." He kisses my neck a few times before getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.

I look over at this packed bags that are on the floor by the door. I get out of bed and open the bathroom door. "I'll bring your bags out to the car so we're ready."

"You're the best."

I grab two of the bags and make my way downstairs. I let the dogs out before making my way out to the garage. I unlock the Jeep and put the bags in the back seat. I go back upstairs for the rest. After I get the Jeep packed up I go outside with Marshall and Cash. Cash runs over to me and I pet his head and rub his back. "Your daddy drives me crazy. He's lucky I love him so much," I say as I walk out into the yard with him. Marshall is on the other side of the yard sniffing something. I look around the yard, at the house, at the dogs. This could be something I want. I know that I want it, it just scares me. I don't know why it scares me so much.

I bring the dogs back inside and feed them before heading back upstairs to Tyler's room. He's out of the shower and getting some clothes together to wear for the day. I sit down on the bed and watch as he gets dressed. He sits down next to me and puts his sneakers on. I can feel myself getting emotional because it's almost time for us to leave but I'm trying not to show it. This is hard enough already. He leans into me, pushing me a little, and smiles. "What's on your mind?" he asks.