The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Sixty-Six - Roommate Request

PART SIXTY-SIX: ROOMMATE REQUEST

“One more month,” Tess announced randomly a couple days later.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I was involved in choosing vendors and an officiant for the wedding. I felt the need to stay on schedule, if not ahead of schedule, so I spent most of my free time busying myself with planning.

“One more month until our lease is up,” Tess clarified. She was right. It was up on the last day of March. We were finally able to get out of the tiny apartment we had lived in for far too long. I should have been happy, but as I looked down at the papers spread out on the table I was sitting at and the tabs that were open on my laptop screen, I just felt annoyed. I didn’t need the extra stress of moving now, not when I was trying to plan a wedding.

“Ugh,” I groaned at the thought of it all.

“Please, hold back your happiness, it’s too much for me,” Tess answered sarcastically.

“I just don’t want to deal with anything else. I’ve got enough to worry about,” I complained.

“Oh, it won’t be a big deal. We don’t have that much stuff. Once we find new places to live, it’ll be a piece of cake.” I wasn’t sure why, but I felt a little hurt at the plural in the sentence.

“Places?” I asked, making sure to put emphasis on the “es” part.

“Well, you’re getting married, girl. Aren’t you going to want to live with your hubby?” I hadn’t even thought of that, surprisingly. I was so caught up in the wedding and reception that it was almost as if I hadn’t even realized that there was anything else to take care of once I was married.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so. But what about you? Are you going to live with Jonathan, then?”

“I don’t know, he hasn’t asked or anything. But I can find a roommate. I bet Jordan would room with me,” she decided. If she roomed with Jordan, our former teammate, the neighbors would probably complain. I couldn’t imagine the two of them in a small space together, with their loud mouths and big personalities. It would probably work out well, though.

“That’s true. But, if you do find someone to replace me, just remember that I’m the best you’ve ever had and you’ll never find anyone as good as me,” I laughed.

“That is true, you were my first!” Tess added.

“Okay, this just became really sexual somehow…”

I went back to wedding planning after that, and I made some progress. I headed to Patrick’s later and realized that I practically lived with him already. I had spent a ton of time at his apartment throughout the past year or so, and sleepovers had become a relatively normal thing.

“Do you have any alcohol?” I asked as soon as Patrick opened the door when I arrived.

“Hey, nice to see you too,” he chuckled.

“Sorry, hi,” I apologized as I pulled him into a hug to make it up to him.

“Are you having a rough day or something?” he wondered.

“I’m just stressed. I got some things done for the wedding today, but Tess reminded me that our lease is up at the end of the month. As soon as I make some progress, something else gets thrown at me. One step forward, two steps back,” I vented. Patrick grabbed a bottle of sweet wine from his kitchen and poured some into a glass for me. He grabbed himself a beer out of his refrigerator and we sat down in the living room to continue talking.

“Well, moving sucks, but you won’t have to go too far. I’d love for you to move in here, with me.”

“Patrick, this is all really sudden. I have to be out of my apartment in a month. That’s not a lot of time to think about it,” I said.