famous last words | s. crosby

15; said and done

Chills were sent up my spine as the cool examination table met with my back. The nurse was very gentle, but I couldn't help but feel the same whirlwind of emotion I had felt the night before. Sid sat next to me, the same varying looks of fear and happiness and nervousness and everything in between fading on and off his face. I was overly panicked for nothing and everything all at once.

"We estimate you're about 11 weeks along; I personally can't believe you haven't caught it sooner. It's a rare thing, y'know?" The nurse let out a casual laugh, continuing with the ultrasound. Without her occasional commentary, the room would've been dead silent.

It's not like I had much to say. Neither did Sidney. We were both still so absorbed in the shock of everything— we were both sure precautionary measures had been taken against this very thing.

I had to pee and this whole ultrasound business was taking all too long. I was antsy and uncomfortable
and just ready to go home.

"Are you guys married?" She asked, glancing back from the monitor.

I started, "No, we're—"

"Planning on it. In the future." Sid confidently cut me off from the chair sat next to the examination table. I stared at him as a smug grin overtook his features. I wasn't in the mood.

The nurse let out a laugh, "You guys make a beautiful couple, then."

As the appointment ticked on, another doctor came in and took over. She told us what we'd expected to hear and handed us thousands of pamphlets that made me sick to the stomach. Each one talking about all the changes I should expect within the next few weeks, and with just flipping through them, I quickly remembered why I wasn't destined to become a doctor.

We eventually made our way out to the car and I knew exactly what was coming next; the airport.

I know it's selfish of me to hate sending him off, since he had done the same thing to me, but I just couldn't help it. I loved watching him play and score and win but I loved watching him do it at home even more.

"Are you excited?" I asked, settling into the passengers seat.

"I mean, it'll be different." He laughed, shrugging his shoulders, "But yeah, I'm looking forward to it. Are you excited?"

"Yeah, I'm excited for Team USA to put Team Canada in their place for once." I snapped back, not missing a beat.

If there was one thing I'd made clear to him from the start, it was that no matter what the circumstances were, I'd cheer for the U.S. It's my home. Even if I didn't fully understand some of the things that went down on the ice.

"Oh, yeah?" He smirked, "Will you at least wear a Canada jersey if it has my name on it?"

"Not if you're playing the States, babe. No way." I winked, grabbing the hand he had taken off the wheel. "Just like how I'll pull for the Rangers, but you're my favorite player, so I'll wear your jersey."  

He laughed, "So that's how that works? Interesting."

We eventually pulled into the airport and I knew the time was coming for us to say our goodbyes. I wouldn't see him until sometime in October, right before the start of the regular season. I was bummed. Between the Cup and the World Cup, our summer had been shortened substantially. Every moment I got with him I treasured.