My Life as Mrs. Crosby

Moving in Together.

My mother always told me I was crazing for wanting to marry a pro athlete when I was little. She always said it was as bad as wanting to marry a rock star, they're never home and you have to deal with the girls. There were a lot of times I second guessed myself when it came to Sidney. Sometimes dating him seemed like more trouble than it was all worth. I love him, yeah. It's just hard.

After one of the final games of the regular season, he wanted to grab something to eat before we turned in for the night. He drove me to some burger place and opened the car door for me to get out. Whenever I wanted to kiss his cheek, I had to get on my tip toes. He was definitely one of the shorter hockey players, but I was definitely shorter than him.

I ordered a bacon cheeseburger like I always did and Sidney couldn't help but smile. "I still don't understand how you can finish that. It's as big as your head."

"It's actually as big as your ass." I laughed, pretty pleased with my comeback.

"Wow. That one hurt my ego." He widened his eyes, acting like he was upset. I never could get over how gorgeous his eyes were.

"So are you coming home with me tonight?" He asked between shoving fries in his mouth and eating his burger.

"I was thinking about going to my house." He looked at me for a minute, trying to find the words to say. He started biting the inside of his lip, attempting to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

"I was hoping we could make my house, our home."

"Are you asking me to move in with you, Sidney?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm doing."

The whole drive home we figured out how everything would work, trying to decide when we'd move all my stuff in. I didn't even try to hide my excitement. I would be finished with school in the next few weeks and we didn't know when Sid would be done, but we had hoped we would have a short summer together.

It was a smart idea to move in as soon as I could. Sidney didn't need the extra stress of having to bring boxes across town, he had enough on his plate. Most nights he would come home, eat, and go to bed. I'd be in the kitchen trying to study until early hours of the morning when he would come into the room, half asleep, and grab my hand to drag me to bed.

"I need you here," He would tell me, as he snuggled into my chest. I wasn't sure if he knew what he was saying, I just went with it. I know him asking me to move in with him was a big step. Even just saying I love you, or letting me stay over was.

Once season started up again, things got harder. He was hardly home. He was stressed with hockey. I was starting my third year in college and I couldn't start slacking now. Sidney had gotten better at when it came to me doing my homework, sometimes. He never yelled though, not when it came to school. He really just wanted to be with me while I worked so he would put a pillow in my lap and lay down, usually falling asleep.

They weren't gone for very long. They left in the morning and would be back in the afternoon the next day. I know I would see him the next day, but my bad day kept getting worse and I needed to see him now. I tried taking a long shower and ate whatever I felt like. Nothing helped. After putting on one of his old t-shirts, I crawled in the empty bed and started crying. I was almost asleep when I felt someone next to me.

"Shh. Don't cry." Sid pulled me onto his lap, keeping me close to him.

"Why do you have to leave?"

"It's my job, babe. I don't like to leave you, but I have to."

"I wanted to come home to you, but you weren't here."

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be here today. It's going to be tough, but it'll be okay. I promise." He kissed my head and pulled the blankets up to cover us. I could tell he was tired, but he wan't going to move. He fell asleep sitting up and holding me. I felt bad for keeping him up after his long trip, but all I really needed to feel better was him next to me.