One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

Do You Believe in Miracles?

-Skylar's POV-

I'm loving my job. I'm getting paid to follow around the Blackhawks and write about what's happening with them and my opinion about it. Plus I get to sit with the wives and girlfriends and although they're all a little older than myself we still have a great time together. This team was super fun to watch and I think this season will be a good one. This game, however, was not that much fun. It was the first period and we were already down 5-0. "I think I'm going to be sick" I say out loud with a heaving sound. It wasn't even that they were playing bad. It just wasn't their night. The Canucks had lucky bounces and uncharacteristic turnovers leading to goals. Everything was going their way.

"God make it stop" Abby groans from beside me and I nod my head.

"I'm getting a drink. You girls want any" Amanda Bickell asks and almost everyone lets out a stern yes.

"What about you Skylar" she asks and I shake my head.

"I'm only 20 and I'm working" I laugh.

"Oh right. The youngest one has the most responsibility" she laughs and I shrug, that's how it usually is.

"So, how do you like working for the Hawks" Abby asks scooting closer to me.

"I love it. I love writing and I love watching the boys play" I express happily.

"Glad you like it. How has Patrick been treating you" she asks in a more serious tone.

"He's been great" I say almost like a question with a raised eyebrow. She looks at me from the tops of her eyes and sends me a glare. I know where this is going. "Look, I know he messed up. I'm not whipped or love blind. My mind just outweighs my heart sometimes unlike most people. And no matter how hard my feeling towards him were, I knew that he followed what he thought was right. And that's more important and harder than doing what he wants instead. If I wanted him to take anything from our relationship it would be to put the well being of others in front of himself, and that's what he did. He thought he was bad from me and did whatever it took to convince himself he was protecting me. You have to respect that. And when fate would have it, it brought us back together and it's like nothing ever happened" I defended.

lThat is true. I just don't want you to get hurt" she says giving me the sad eyes. God, how I hated that. I close my eyes and calm down before responding.

"I can handle it, I promise" I say hoping my smile was convincing. I guess it was good enough and she let up. We were broken out of thoughts by cheering and look to see our team celebrating for once. We had scored and the game became slightly less painful.

As the game goes on I noticed a change in the way they played. Soon it was 5-2, then 5-3, then 5-4.

"Is this really happening" Amanda asks in disbelief.

"Guys. I think we can win this one" I say not really sure how those words came out of my mouth. I mean a hour ago I would have laughed at that comment. Before I know it the horns sounds once more as Chelsea Dagger filled the arena.

"This is crazy" I say as the boys celebrated their 5th unanswered goal to tie the game.

"This has to mean something" Elina says and we agree. The game goes into overtime and I feel my nerves take over.

"Someone... just tell me when it's over" Danya says covering her eyes. Hockey is bad enough by itself, but over time is like torture. In no time Seabrook enters the zone alone and just snaps the puck to get it to the net. It flies past the goalie and the stadium practically turns upside down.

"Dayna, you're going to want to see this" I yell removing her hands from her face. I pull her to the glass and she sees everyone surrounding her husband on the ice as he yells in triumph.

"We did it. Oh my god we did it" she screams.

The place eventually stops shaking and I head to the locker room to wait for Patrick. "You're absolutely unreal, you know that" I laugh as he swings his arm around my waist.

"Me? I'm just a small piece of this puzzle. This team... it's something special" he argues. I roll my eyes knowing I'll never get pat to admit how awesome he was.

"Whatever, I'm in a cooking mood. Lets get home" I say and he agrees.

When we get home Patrick insists on helping out but I knew he was really tired.

"Honey, I got this. You played a great but really hard game tonight. Go rest please, I'll come get you when it's done" I say with my hands on his chest lightly pushing him backwards then eventually onto the couch. As they say in the NHL, he has quick hands as they caught me on the way down and I end up falling on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and after minimal struggle from my end I wrap my arms around him too.

"I like this" he mumbles with his eyes closed. I release one arm and draw circles in his chest.

"I love you" I remind him and he smiles, eyes still closed.

"I love you most" he replies before drifting off.

I slide off him and return to the kitchen. After a game like that I think he deserved steak and potatoes so I pull out the stove top grill pan and marinade the steaks for a little before throwing them on top. While that's cooking I cut up potatoes and add butter, spices, and onions to the pan and pop it into the stove. I was able to slip a bottle of wine from Abby's house so I set it on the small table in the living room and set out plates and glasses. Once everything was done to my liking I make our plates and go to wake Patrick.

"Patrick honey, dinners ready" I say slowly rubbing his arm until his eyes fluttering open. He looks at me and cracks a smile.

"Hey beautiful" he croaks out. I laugh at his sad attempt to compliment and help him off the couch.

"You're such a dork" I joke running my shoulder into his.

"I'm you're dork" he corrects me and I nod.

"Wow this is so good" he compliments taking a huge bite of steak.

"Slow down there. I'm not letting you hot box me again tonight" I say pointing my fork at him. Last time we had steak and potatoes he was so gassy and every time I got trapped under the blankets. I was horrified but it was pretty funny.

"Then stop making food so delicious" he counters and I shake my head.

"I would never purposely forsaken my name in the culinary arts to avoid your farts" I laugh and he nearly spits his food out.

"Why was that the nicest sentence I heard all day... and it was about farts" he says nearly falling out his seat. It's official, I'm dating a child. We finish up dinner and I too am now tired. I clean the dishes and clean up the table before calling it a night.

"Carry me" I pout with my arms above my head. He just shakes his head and picks me up for me to wrap my legs around him. We make it to our room and I was nearly asleep before he sets me down. He takes off my shorts before tucking me in.

"Goodnight, love" he whispers and kisses my forehead.

"Nighty night" I mumble before he climbs into bed and I drift off.