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"What's the news?" Jack asked after I walked through the door and kissed him.
"You know how I told you I used to do competitive cheerleading?"
"Of course, you loved it. You did it for a really long time. Why?"
"I got invited to try out for a world championship team."
"That's amazing!" He picked me up and kissed me.
"In Canada."
He set me down and frowned.
"Canada?"
I nodded.
He laughed. "That sucks that you can't go."
I felt my eyes water.
He looked at me.
"You're actually thinking about doing this?"
"It'd be good for me, G."
"Modeling is good for you. It's brought you so far. And it's close. If money is a problem, I have lots, let me support you. I don't see why you need a cheer team to do that."
"It's not just any cheer team, Jack. They're World Champions."
"In Canada."
I pressed my lips in a line. "I was just considering it."
He took my face in his hands. "You're an awesome gymnast, Ness. But you can be an awesome gymnast in the same country as me, right?" I looked into his hurt eyes.
"Not if I want to make a job out of it." I shook my head.
"We're engaged. Engaged people don't do long distance."
"How do you think I feel when you're on tour?" I pouted.
"You'll find some incredibly hot hockey guy."
"Not nearly as incredibly hot as you."
He smiled. "Go try out."
"Really?" I grinned.
"Yes. I'll miss you a lot, but I'll just fly out as much as possible to see you."
I nodded, determined. "I'll go call Ali. I'll be at the gym."
"Alright baby. I love you."
"I love you too."
I almost ran into Johnson on my way out the door.
He was on his phone, and looked up.
"G just texted. You're moving to Canada?"
"Maybe." I hugged him. He had no words.