Kind Hearted (Patrick Kane)

61- Turning Tables

Victoria

After spending eight days in the hospital I was finally given a clean bill of health. I wasn't allowed to work for another three days, but I would be lying if I said I was in a rush to get back. I see how important it is to take care of yourself first so that's what I was going to do. It was going to take some time, but I'm sure I'll get some help along the way.

"Man I've missed this place" I admit as I walk up to the door of Patrick's apartment. It wasn't much but it was something I've become accustomed to.

"It's missed you too. It's been kind of a mess without you" Patrick claims as he unlocks the door.

"It has or you have" I ask and he laughs.

"Yes" he replies and I roll my eyes.

He opens the door and we go inside. But when we get in there I stop right inside the doorway. I look around me as I let a gasp slip through my lips.

"Patrick... what in the world did you do" I ask.

I look around as the initial shock was that this place was cleaned. I've never seen Patrick clean before but he wasn't all that dirty in the first place. But this place wasn't just clean, but it was decorated. There was strands of flowers that hung from the ceiling making it look like it was raining flowers. There was a dinner table sitting in the kitchen area which hadn't been there before. We always talked about getting one because no matter where me and my dad lived we always had one and it always held some of the best conversations of my life. And he finally did it. And the table had a bouquet of flowers in the center and some plates and candles set around it. It looked super cute and it all looked like it took a lot of time to plan and do.

"What is this" I finally ask.

"This is our late one year anniversary dinner slash welcome home date" he claims and I smile.

"Oh Patrick, this is beautiful. I love it so much" I gasp.

"Come on, you have to see the best part" he insists. He grabs my hand before pulling me over to the table. He stops me right in front of it and moves some of the stuff around. I see that there was writing on the table and Patrick starts to read it.

"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, a honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which has the potential to turn a life around."

"I don't know what to say" I whisper.

"I know that it's been well over a year since we first met now. But I still remember that first week that our paths crossed. I remember that feeling I had when you were with me. All you were doing was being kind, treating me the way you treat everyone. But the way you made me feel, the way you always make me feel, it's a feeling like no other. And the way you're able to care about people, the way you're always so kind and open hearted. It's inspiring. You're not out here trying to change the world, but you are. You're doing the little things like listening and saying the right things at the right time. You touch everyone's lives and you stay there and that's really amazing" he explains.

"There's a reason I am the way I am. Because of people like you who just needs to be show how easy it is to be kind and the rest can fall into place" I explain.

"Well no one does it like you do. And my life is forever changed because of your kindness. So this table is a reminder that there is no such thing as a small act of kindness. They're all big in their own ways" he explains.

"I love you too" I smile as I pull him into my arms.

After we break apart he pulls out a chair at the table and I sit down. He sits across from me with the biggest smile on his face.

"Did you cook" I ask as I look at the covered plates on the table and he laughs.

"Kind of" he claims.

"Well what did you make" I wonder.

"Grilled cheese" he announces as he makes a big reveal of some grilled cheese sandwiches on the table. I giggle as he over dramatically shows off the plate and I smile big.

"Oh sweetie, they're great" I promise.

"I learned from the best" he insists.

We sit there and enjoy a little dinner. And even though it was little, it meant the world to me. The fact that he planned this and set it up. He even got a table specially made to share some special moments in our lives. I loved being back home and free for once, and this was just a example of that.

"How are you feeling" he wonders and I smile.

"I feel great" I admit and he smiles back. "But there's something I need to tell you" I admit.

"Should I be scared" he asks.

"I don't know. I'll let you be the judge of that" I smirk.

"Alright. What's up" he wonders.

"I had to go off of birth control recently because of the medication I was taking. But now that I'm off the medication... I'm not going to go back on it" I tell him. His face turns from stoic to a huge smile as a sparkle shows up in his eyes. If his eye could smile they would be right now.

"You better not be lying" he warns.

"I'm not. And I thought it out, talked about with my dad. Turns out I was just scared of the future. About what kind of mother I would be and if I was ready. But I want to be a mother. I want to be a good mother" I explain.

"You will be great" he promises.

"I'm going to try" I insist.

"So... what now" he wonders.

"We let it happen. We shouldn't try for a kid. Kinda just keep living life, then when the time comes we can worry about what to do next" I shrug.

"I'm okay with that" he smiles.

"Are you excited" I question.

"I want to try and make a baby right now" he claims and I laugh.

"Quick on and off the ice aren't you" I tease and he just sends me a playful wink.