The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Eighty-Seven - Welcome To Honolulu

PART EIGHTY-SEVEN: WELCOME TO HONOLULU

I really didn’t like packing. It stressed me out, and I always felt like I was forgetting something, but it had to be done. Patrick and I were going to be on our way to Hawaii in a day, and I didn’t want to do all my packing last minute. He would start his when he got back from a team lunch, so Tess was at our apartment helping me at the moment.

“So, should I be expecting a niece nine months after this trip, or what?” Tess asked. We might not have been actual sisters, but our kids would probably call us their aunts anyways.

“What?” I was tossing necessities like deodorant and face wash into a bag, but her question caused me to turn around. She was holding up some lingerie that I had recently bought from Victoria’s Secret. I had her going through the checklist and marking off the things I had so far.

“It’s our honeymoon, Tess. What do you expect to take to yours?”

“I know, I know. But you are married now, and I know you want kids eventually. Do you plan on waiting a while?” she wondered. I had it all planned out ever since I was a preteen - I would get married in my mid-twenties, wait about a year, and then have my first kid, which was supposed to be a boy. Then, once he was a toddler and potty-trained, we’d have another - a girl. That way, she’d have an older brother to protect her. I had been satisfied with that plan for years, and I was pretty sure that I still was.

“The plan has always been to just enjoy marriage for a while. Maybe a year, give or take a few months,” I stated.

“What does Patrick think of this plan?”

“I mean, we’ve talked about kids and everything. We both want them, but neither of us are really in a rush to have them. But…”

“There it is. The but.”

“The plan is subject to change at any time, it just depends on how we feel and what we decide. I don’t really know. I don’t want to worry about that right now, though, ya know? I just want to enjoy our honeymoon and Hawaii and if the topic comes up, then we can talk about it,” I decided.

By the time I was finished packing, Patrick had just gotten back home. At that point, Tess left and I helped him with his packing. It felt strange when we were finished. We basically just waited around for the next morning, when we had to get up early to catch our flight. l slept about as well as a kid on Christmas - it took me forever to get to sleep because I was too excited. I had never been on a tropical vacation of any kind before. Seeing as I was part of a hockey family, we usually went on ski trips so we could be around snow and ice. The trip to Hawaii would be a first for me.

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Ten hours. That was how long our flight to Honolulu was. I slept through a good portion of it, so I made sure to get some coffee to wake myself up once I decided I had gotten enough extra sleep. As we got closer to the island, I found myself anticipating our arrival more and more. Eventually, our flight attendant announced that we were getting ready to land, and a grin immediately spread across my face.

I was blown away when we left the airport. The weather was a lot warmer than it had been in Chicago, and the light breeze made the palm trees that littered the land sway. Everything there was so beautiful in a different way than my favorite Illinois city was.

Once Patrick and I got to the resort we were staying at for the week, I was even more impressed. We were staying at the beach, in a suite with an ocean view. Our suite was spacious and gorgeous, with tones of beige and white on the walls and furniture as well as beach-themed knick knacks. We had a bedroom with a king-sized bed, paired with a master bathroom that included two sinks, a walk-in glass shower with a rainforest shower head, and a deep soak tub. We also had a kitchen and living room space, of course, with a balcony right off of it.