The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Ninety-One - Rose Petals

PART NINETY-ONE: ROSE PETALS

I had always loved Valentine’s Day, ever since I was little. It seemed like more and more people started to hate it as I grew up - single people hated being reminded that they were single and some couples didn’t want to have to deal with yet another holiday. I always thought it was a cute day, though, and even though I wasn’t a morning person, I was in a good mood when I woke up on February 14th.

“Morning beautiful,” Patrick smiled when I opened my eyes.

“Morning handsome,” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Ten forty-five. Why? Do you want to sleep in more?” 

“Yes, but I have to go to the bathroom,” I complained, annoyed at the fact that I had to leave the comfort of our bed. I stayed put for a couple minutes, not wanting to get up.

“Are you actually going to go, or what?” Patrick wondered as I yawned.

“I guess so,” I decided as I finally got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. When I turned on the light, I was extremely surprised to see the mirror almost completely covered with pink and red sticky notes, except for the top, which had the words, “Things I Love About You,” scrawled across the glass.

“Patrick Timothy Kane, did you do this?” I hollered, a smile immediately forming on my face as I read some of the sticky notes. Your gorgeous smile. Your adorable laugh. Your beautiful eyes. How you wish me luck before every game. The way you kiss me. Your flawless body. Your perfect hair. The fact that you said yes. Those were just a few of the many things he had come up with.

“What, this?” he questioned me as he walked into the bathroom. I nodded. “Of course I did. Who else would have done it?”

“Thank you so much, Pat. This is so sweet,” I said, wrapping my arms around his shirtless torso before I could finish reading all the nice things he had written.

“You deserve it. You’re amazing,” he told me, squeezing me tightly. He let me go a few seconds later and he went back to bed so I could actually do my business. Once I felt better, I finished reading the notes on the mirror and returned to our room.

“My cute butt? My magnificent breasts? Really?” I inquired as I climbed back into bed with him.

“Hey, I kept it PG-13,” he laughed.

“I guess that’s true,” I agreed.

“Do you still want to sleep in? Because, I mean, now that you mentioned those things…”

“I’m tired, Patrick.” He frowned a little at this, but he let it go. I closed my eyes for a minute or two and when I took a peek, he had closed his too. My trick seemed to work, so I pressed my lips against his and felt him smile into the kiss.

“Liar,” he accused me, pinning me down.

“Who, me?” 

“Yes, you brat!” I playfully argued with him about that one until we stopped being so lazy and decided to get out of bed. We both agreed that breakfast food sounded good even though it was closer to lunch time, so I started cooking after we showered. I made not-so heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes (I tried), bacon, hash browns, and eggs. Patrick and I rarely had real breakfasts like this one - it was usually just a muffin or granola bar or smoothie, depending on what we could grab out of the kitchen or a drive-thru the quickest. We savored every bite because of that.

After lunch, we watched Valentine’s Day (for obvious reasons), followed by The Proposal and Friends With Benefits, because why not have a romantic comedy marathon? We had plans to go out to dinner, so we made time to exchange gifts before we got ready.