Out of the Blue {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 14

{Jonathan}

When I woke up, Christine was still snuggled up to my side. I suppressed a yawn and checked my phone. It was only five thirty in the morning.

I debated on whether to stay put, or to put Christine in bed. I decided that I wouldn't wake her her up and stayed on the couch. I turned the TV back on and turned the volume down low as I flipped through channels.

It sucked sometimes being one of those people who one you're awake, you're probably not going back to sleep.

"What're you doing up?" Macy whispered, coming into the room.

"I just woke up," I explained quietly. "She's still asleep."

"When are you guys headed out?" she asked.

"Noon," I replied. I settled on the NHL Network, which was replaying highlights and interviews.

"I'm gonna go back to bed," Macy said.

"Okay," I replied, actually feeling my eyes droop. For once, I finally fell asleep after I had already woke up.

When I woke up for the second time, Christine was awake, staring at the TV. I glanced up and saw it was me. It was from the game last night, and it was a post game interview after I'd scored the OT winner. I looked back down at Christine who was unaware I was watching. She had a smile on her face as she mouthed something.

"What's that?" I asked her, a grin on my face. She jumped and looked up at me, startled.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't know you were awake," she said, her cheeks turning pink.

"What'd you just say?" I asked her. Her eyes darted away.

"Nothing," she mumbled. I put my fingers on her chin and made her look at me.

"You can tell me," I whispered. She licked her lips.

"When you scored last night, Chaun hugged me and kept saying 'That's your boy! That's your boy!' and I love the sound of that," she admitted, looking at me. I grinned.

"I am your boy," I assured her, "and you're my girl." She smiled and I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I should go get ready."

She squeezed my hips. "But you're comfy."

I kissed the top of her head. "We can't miss our flight." She released her grip on me and let me get up.

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"It'll only take me a few minutes to get ready, unless you want to come up," Christine told me as I pulled into a parking spot outside of her building.

"I can come up, help you with your luggage," I said with a grin.

"Oh yes, manly man," she teased as she got out of the car. I followed her into the building and we took the stairs up to the second floor.

She fiddled with her keys and opened the door. I heard the TV going, and I also heard the microwave beeping.

"Brianna, what the hell are you doing home?" Christine said angrily. Great.

"I'm sick," I heard Brianna reply. "What the hell are you doing home?"

"I'm grabbing my luggage. Don't worry, you sing have to see my bitchy, slutty face for much longer," Christine snapped. "I'll be right back," she told me, giving me an apologetic smile. I waited awkwardly by the door. Thankfully, she was quick and rolled out one suit case and carried a carry-on bag. Her eyes were red.

"Let's go," she said, her voice cracking. I took her suit case from her, my fingers brushing up against hers.

"You okay?" I asked her as the door shut. She looked up at me and smiled as she took my free hand. She squeezed it.