One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

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-Patrick's POV-

Game six of the Stanley cup play offs. For a organization who has been waiting 49 long years for another cup, we didn't want to wait another second to bring it home. But after blowing a one goal lead we headed into overtime here in Philly. The Flyers are a good team, but I believe we were better. We took down San Jose in the Conference Finals in just four games and had a 3-2 lead against the flyers here in the cup final. But we enter over time after they tied it late in regulation. I look up into the stands to see Skylar with her hands over her mouth, eyes closed, and it looked like she was praying or something. She insisted on hanging with my family tonight instead of writing so Stan let her off for the night. Jessica starts rubbing her shoulders and I let out a little laugh. She seemed more nervous than I was.

"Kaner focus! We need you" coach Q reminded me and I snap back.

To win this would be... amazing. The most historic trophy in all of sports, the names of the greats were engraved on the side and I wanted to be a part of it. A part of the trophy, its history. And the Blackhawks hasn't seen in it nearly half a century. There's so many ways this could end and I didn't care as long as we come out on top. Over time starts for what seems like the 200th time this series and I jump over the boards for my shift. I wait along the boards as Soupie lands a pass on my tape. A few stick handles and I was able to shake the defender so I charge the net. As I let the puck slide off my stick I intended for it just get to the next but it slides under the goalie and under the net. There was no whistle so I tried my best to send the messages that this thing was over. It was all over. All the stress and tension slides off me as I sprint down the ice, my hands flailing crazily. I jump on Niemi as everyone joins me in celebration. Half the guys were waiting for the signal but most of us were just so fucking happy.

"WE DID IT" I scream as we all congregate around the net. After they finally find the puck it is official. The Blackhawks have won the Stanley cup and I had the game winning goal. We celebrate once again, now that more than just myself knows that we won and... and I couldn't believe it.

"Holy shit" I say looking around as the Flyers fans file out while our fans head closer to the ice to celebrate.

"Believe it bud. You did it" Jonny says patting my chest.

"No Jon, we did it. This team did it" I correct him and he smiles.

"Well I hope you have more of that magic in you, because we're not done yet. There's a lot of making up we have to do for 49 years between these two cups" he reminds me.

"Don't have to remind me. I don't know about you but I want like 7. Now go get your trophy" I say as the announcer says he won MVP and he skates over to receive it.

"This should have been yours" he says when he gets back to my side.

"Says the guy who had a 13 game point streak in the post season" I scoff. Jonny retrieves the cup and skates around with it. I was proud of him. Jon and I have been through it all together, and there's not one person I would rather be with. He hands the cup off to Hoss and he finally raises it above his head, third times the charm I guess.

The cup is passed around and family and friends are eventually allowed down on the ice. My family comes down and Natalie and Skylar go around congratulating people.

"I'm so proud of you" my mom says kissing my cheek.

"Thanks mom" I respond with a small blush.

"You know, you're not the worst brother ever" Erica says nudging me.

"Gee thanks" I joke but she ends up hugging me anyway. I was able to talk with my family for a little before I was going to make yet another move that would change my life forever.

"You ready son" my dad asks handing me a small box.

"Not helping" I laugh as he slaps my back.

"Make me proud... again" he says as I skate off.

Skylar walks over in her oversized Patrick Kane jersey and leggings and stops when she sees me. I open my arms and she quickly shuffles across the ice and into my arms.

"Patrick you were amazing. I knew you could do it" she says before I set her down.

"Thanks for always believing in me" I say.

"I should be than-" she starts but I cut her off.

"I wasn't finished. I need you to know something.

I need you to know that none of this would be possible if you weren't always next to me, reminding me not of how great I am, but how great I can be. You've always seen the best in me and I honestly don't deserve you. The fact I almost lost you haunts me every day and I know you're too great of a person to hold that above me. But it still hurts me knowing that I hurt you. I want to make sure you never hurt like that again. I want to eat your cooking every night and remind you how great of a cook you are. I want to spend time with your brother and his amazing family until we decide to start our own. I want to be able to call you mine forever and a day, and when it's all said and done, I can retire knowing that I'm coming home to the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it's not cups or awards, it's you.

So Skylar, will you marry me" I ask, my hands shaking like crazy as I go onto one knee. It became eerily silent as I look up into her eyes. A smile appears as she nods her head and flings herself into my arms. I slide the ring on her finger before she kisses me passionately.

"I love you Sky" I remind and she pecks my lips again.

"I love you most" she replies.