After an hour of playing, and every time I score a goal, I would thank Jonathan, in my head mostly, for making this happen. I haven't played a game of hockey of any version since I was in college, playing with my team. I was a North Dakota Lady Hawk on their team, defense, like Dad.
Jonathan and I decide to call it quits when I break on twenty points. It's 20-19. Together, we skate off the ice and unlace our hockey skates. I put my heels back on, and Jonathan puts on a pair of dark colored sneakers.
"I have to go change in the locker room quick. You can come with me, but I won't change in front of you, I promise".
"Jonathan, I've seen you walk around that locker room in your boxers. I mean, I'll look, but it doesn't mean I'll enjoy it".
Jonathan nonchalantly lifts up the hem of his shirt, showing me his abs. "You wouldn't enjoy this?"
"Okay, maybe I would", I giggle.
Jonathan's shirt falls back in place and I stand up from the bench. Jonathan gives me a peck on the cheek and then walks off the bench and back into the tunnels. I follow him into the locker room and sit at his locker. He grabs a bag from near my feet and goes into the back room. I sit quietly and look around. I had never seen the locker room from this way. I'm looking at the main door instead of standing in it. It's weird.
"Ready", I hear Jonathan say.
I pick up my purse and follow Jonathan through the hallways, and out to the parking lot. Jonathan walks to my side first and opens the door. I sit carefully as he closes the door, then he walks around the car to his own side. I readjust my skirt and buckle my seat belt as Jonathan buckles his own and starts the car.
"So, CJ", Jonathan looks over at me for a quick second before looking back at the road. "Tell me something that I don't already know. Where did you grow up? How many different places have you lived?"
"Well, I was born in Hartford when my father was in the AHL, then moved to Baltimore, then DC the next year when he was on the Caps, then when I was two, moved to Newfoundland when he was on the St. Johns Maple Leaf's. We lived there for four years and then Mia was born. We then moved to St. Louis when I was six when my father became the Blue's head coach. Moved to Colorado at the age of sixteen for my father to be coach of the Avalanche. I moved out of the house and went to college at UND. My father was then the coach of the 'Hawks and I moved back in with my parents until I found a real job. Which, now that I have one, I'll most likely move out at the end of the season".
"Wow", Jonathan spits out. "You had a very busy childhood. I thought you said you were childhood friends with Kayla. How'd you meet her?"
"She lived in St. John the same time I did. She was born here, then her mother moved up there when she left Kayla's father, bringing Kayla with her, then they moved back to Chicago and I met up with her again when my parents moved here", I tell him. "What about you, Captain Serious? What happened in your childhood?"
"Born in Winnipeg, grew up there, moved to Minnesota for a while, for boarding school, playing on a hockey team there, and then moved to Chicago when I was drafted onto the Hawks", Johnathan says. It's silent for a moment. "Wanna play twenty questions?" He smirks. I giggle and nod.
"Favorite city anywhere in the world?" I ask.
"I'm biased for Winnipeg, but I do like Montreal" Jonathan smiles. "Yours?"
"Paris is amazing, but I would say Boston is my favorite, or maybe New York City".
"First celebrity crush? Or athlete".
"Andrew Shaw, no question", I laugh. Jonathan groans, then starts to laugh. ". No, probably Mark Wahlberg. Yours?"
"I don't know, really. I think it was one of the Spice Girls, but maybe not".
Jonathan and I pick out the next 18 questions. I learn about his home life back in Winnipeg, and I tell him about my youth moving all around, even moving out of the country, and being a dual-citizen. We drive through the city streets, then Jonathan pulls into a parking garage close to Gibson's. I collect my purse at my feet just in time to see Jonathan opening the door for me on my side. I stand up out of the car and Jonathan closes the door behind me.
"Thanks", I smile at him. He nods to say 'you're welcome'.
Walking closely, Jonathan and I walk out onto the city streets and down the two or so blocks to Gibson's. Jonathan holds the door open for me as we continue our conversation about living in Northern Canada.
"Hello, welcome to Gibson's. Do you have a reservation?" A lady in a black, floor length dress stands behind a dark wooded podium. I look up at Jonathan.
"Yes, Toews, party of two".
The lady looks down at the podium with a smile still on her face. Her eyes look over the paper in front of her, then she looks up at us as another woman, a waitress, comes up beside the hostess.
"Here, right this way", the waitress pulls two menus from behind her on a shelf and starts to walk to our left. Jonathan motions for me with his hand to follow her and he isn't far behind. "I'm Cassandra, I'll be taking care of you tonight, can I start either of you off with a drink from the bar?"
Jonathan pulls my chair out for me and I sit while he pushes it back under me. He takes his own seat across from me. I quickly looks over the drink menu as Jonathan orders a hard cider made by Gibson's. "Um, you know, I think I will take the same cider as him. And a water please".
"Of course. I'll be right back with those". Cassandra leaves and Jonathan and I start talking again. She comes back a few minutes later with the two stout glasses filled with Gibson's hard cider. After a few minutes we decide on what we would like to eat and Cassandra takes the order.
I just happen to look around at a certain moment to the back corner where a large party just walked in. "Jonathan", I stop him from continuing on our conversation. He looks at me with a confused look. I discreetly point to the group across the room. He looks over and the turns suddenly back to me. "We have a slight problem".
"I didn't know they would be here, of all places. I didn't even know they were having dinner", Jonathan whisper yells across the table.
I look at the last person to sit down, facing our table. I almost faint when I see who it is.
My father.
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Bad Idea~Jonathan Toews Fanfic~
Fanfiction"I wouldn't do that if I were you", I hear Shawzy say as I'm about to turn the corner. I stop before I walk into the conversation. "And why is that?" It's Captain Serious, Jonathan Toews. "You've never actually met her, have you?" Shawzy questions...
