Bonus Chapter! As promised to some readers on Mibba, here is
an extended ending for this story. They
busted me for ending it quickly – and I’m guilty. Usually my stories end because I’ve run out
of things to say (and moved on to another story, at least in my head). I am flattered to know that some people
wanted more of Leah and Sid as a couple, and happy to oblige. - J
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SECOND EPILOGUE
(June 17)
“Where are you go… oh,” Leah cut herself off with a smile. She and Sidney had just landed in Halifax,
the early June sun setting on the Maritimes.
It seemed like ages since she’d been home but really only a few weeks
had passed since she’d quit her job and made good on her promise to follow
Sidney to Pittsburgh.
The end of the Penguins season had been hard. Sid was devastated and felt, as always, like their
playoff loss was entirely his fault.
Leah had expected it, but still she was heartbroken to see everyone so
down. It also made her unsure of her
place – she figured Sid must have a system for recovery, as he did for
everything else. But she’d been wrong. Usually he just struggled through till it
stopped hurting so much. This time he
looked to her for help. With a few
well-timed kisses, a couple of big talks and some new lingerie, he said it was
the best worst end to a season he’d ever had.
Now they were back in Nova Scotia.
Together. Sidney smiled as he
turned off the road. The atmosphere
wasn’t quite the same as the last time they’d been here: it was forty degrees
warmer and he was slightly less nervous than the night he’d stood out in the
cold hoping the gorgeous girl with the auburn curls would figure out his
note. He parked in front of the rink’s
closed entrance and got out of the car.
Leah did too, but she leaned against the passenger door and watched
Sidney walk to the very place where he’d waited for her a little over six
months ago. He stood in the same pool of
light, hands still in his pockets. Leah’s
heart was buzzing like a lightning storm.
“You’re not going to do something crazy, are you?” she asked from
fifteen meters away. Like ask me to marry you?
Sidney had considered it.
Strongly. In the end he decided
it was too soon. He and Leah needed time
to live as a couple. There were jobs to
find and schedules to get used to, but first there was the summer to
enjoy. They’d be back on this spot
someday and his answer would be yes. He
hoped hers would be too.
Sidney shrugged. “Since when do
I give you a choice?”
Leah couldn’t resist. She made
her way slowly to the very spot where she’d first found Sidney Crosby – the Sidney Crosby – waiting for her
little old her. Hoping for her. She did now what she’d wanted to do then:
reached her arms around his neck and kissed him, smiles on their faces.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.” Leah rubbed
her nose against his. “Still got that
key? I hear there are bleachers in this
place.”
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(June 18)
Leah poked her head out from beneath the covers. Sid was sitting up next to her, leaning
against the headboard and reading.
Shirtless. She moaned quietly and
pulled the blanket back up. A moment
later, Sid folded it down.
“Good morning,” he said with that ridiculously handsome grin.
“It’s always going to be like this, isn’t it?”
“Like what?”
“You, looking like that when you wake up. And you’re reading? Fuck.”
She buried her face in the pillow.
Three weeks of opening her eyes to the sight of Sidney Crosby every
morning had not dulled the effect. “You’re
perfect. It’s gross.”
Sid chuckled. Leah was pretty
incredible herself in what barely passed as a tank top, her hair all tousled
from a good night’s sleep that followed a good night’s roll in the hay.
“And this book has some big words.
I’m also naked,” he reminded her.
Leah rolled her eyes. “Why do
you think I wanted to stay under the covers?”
They lay quietly for a while, both trying to delay the coming day. Sidney did read a few pages of the murder
mystery he’d picked up at the airport, while Leah examined his bedroom from the
perspective of being in the bed. It was
still very new to her. The night before
they’d arrived back in Cole Harbour - Sid never said so but he’d planned their
late arrival to give them a night alone, in the place where it all started,
before the rest of their lives caught up with them.
He watched Leah from the corner of his eye as she studied her new
surroundings. He’d persuaded her to give
up the lease on her apartment and move in with him. They had until the end of June to empty her
place. Sidney hoped that bringing in her
things would make this house more a home for both of them. It would certainly help that she woke up in
this bed every morning.
Her blue eyes shifted and she looked right at him. Busted.
“I was just thinking,” he said, putting the book aside and reaching for
her, “that we don’t reallllly have to do this today.”
Leah wrapped her arms around Sidney’s waist. He was in fact very naked beneath the sheets,
a truth that had stopped her leaving bed a million times in the last
month. And would again.
“We do. I want to,” she
said. “After everything we’ve already
done, this is the only thing left.”
Sidney sighed and resting his chin on top of her head. “I hope you still love me tonight.”
Leah did her best to distract from his fears by letting her hand slide
lower on his body. “I’ll keep coming
back for the sex anyway.”
It was quick, but then they didn’t need much from each other to find
satisfaction. Sid rolled on top of Leah,
she wrapped her legs around his waist and he was inside her, pushing slowly as
her head fell back, before they were even still. His huge biceps flexed as he pushed her hands
up and held, using only his lower body to stroke as high as he could go. Leah gasped at the incredible feeling of him,
thick and hard, riding deeply from the first thrust. Sidney loved the sounds she made, like she’d
been waiting all night just to have him again.
The hot, tight squeeze of her body always threatened to undo him. He wondered how any guy that wasn’t a professional
athlete with years of pain management and focus training ever managed to last
five minutes with Leah. They’d never
have to worry about that again.
Leah wiggled one hand free and raked it into Sidney’s hair. He’d cut it short after the playoffs, shaving
that terrible beard that she’d endured stoically for the sake of his
superstitions. Even with it he was the
hottest guy on Earth by a mile. Without
it – well, her palm grazed his smooth cheek and strong jaw just before he
kissed her fingers with those scandalous lips.
Leah’s stomach fluttered, Sidney smiled as the feel of it rippled
against his cock.
There was a breathlessness about the way Leah came that turned Sidney
inside out. This girl who owned him, who
gave him hell and made him earn everything, absolutely fell apart when they
made love. Whether he was winning or she
was giving in, Sidney didn’t care. It
made him feel invincible and desperate and helpless and perfect. It set off his own orgasm every time.
“God,” he panted, falling spent across her body.
“Later, when I smile at you, that
is what I’m thinking about,” Leah said.
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Two hours later Sidney was holding Leah’s hand on his parents’ front
step.
The end of the playoffs had come so quickly, and on the road, that
Sid’s parents had not been there. That
was better for him – the gut-wrenching aftermath of a loss hardly needed anyone
yelling over the din. It was bad enough
that his father had seen the video of Sid jumping on stage at Leah’s
performance before he’d heard about it from his son.
“Now you are chasing her?!” his
father had shouted down the hone when Sidney finally called. It was after Leah had come to Pittsburgh,
after the Buffalo game. She had been
upstairs in the shower when he called.
“I love her. We are together. You can either get okay with it or not. I’m sorry Dad, but I don’t care.”
It might not sound like much, but it was the single most defiant thing
Sidney had ever done. He loved his
parents and was endlessly grateful for their support, almost to the point of piety. Even if his father was rough, he was usually
right. This time Troy was wrong. Leah was the first thing Sidney had ever
found that was worth fighting back for.
His father was surprised and that made him even angrier. Sid told himself he would only have to do
this once.
His mother, ever the peacemaker, threw open the door and hugged Leah
before she even got her name out. Every
woman, no matter how famous her son, wants to see him made honest by a good
woman.
“It’s so nice to meet you.
You’re beautiful,” Trina put a hand to Leah’s cheek. “Sidney said you were.”
“MOM, GET OFF!” Taylor barreled down the stairs and threw her arms
around Leah. “Hi! I missed you!”
Sidney huffed impatiently. “I am
here too!”
Taylor, still hugging Leah, made a face. “You left me to the Inquisition here all by
myself! There is a big ass trip to the
mall in your future, brother.”
Behind the commotion, someone cleared his throat. They all dropped their stances and saw
Sidney’s father.
“Leah, this is my dad, Troy.
Dad, this is Leah. My…,” Sidney
had planned a line; something that brooked no argument. He forgot it, of course. “I love her.
We’re in love.”
Troy gave a skeptical eyebrow raise, as if someone incapable of
coherent speech was probably incapable of important decisions. But he offered his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Leah said. “I’m
sorry I didn’t get to meet you sooner.”
She reminded herself that Troy only had Sid’s best interests at heart,
even if it was hard to give up telling your son what to do when he became a
man. Trina sat them all down in the
living room and Taylor stayed close to Leah, like a bodyguard ready to take a
bullet.
“So,” Troy said. He was a
thick-set, gruff man. “You all moved
into Sid’s place?”
“Our place, Dad,” Sid
corrected.
“Not yet,” Leah laughed nervously and Trina joined in. “We have two more weeks, and I will probably
get rid of some things. I, uh, left in a bit of a hurry, so nothing really got
organized.”
“How’d you like Pittsburgh?”
“It’s beautiful. Bigger than home,
of course. But I liked it.”
“See yourself there long term?” Troy asked.
“Dad!” Sidney could not help
getting agitated. “We talked about this!”
“It’s okay, Sid,” Leah said. At
least his father was asking instead of telling.
“If your son is in Pittsburgh, I’m in Pittsburgh. That’s the way it goes, isn’t it?”
Troy shrugged. “I think there
are a lot of ways it can go.”
Sid opened his mouth to protest but Leah put a hand high on his leg, like
a flag marking a continent that she claimed as her own and would rule over as
she pleased.
“Look, I know this is weird,” Leah admitted. “It’s weird for me too. Sid and I are just going to figure it out as
it comes along. There’s no grand plan
other than where he goes, I go. We’ll
find a way to make that work for both of us.
“After all,” Leah knew this was her ace in hole, “it was his idea.”
Troy hmmpphhed like he wasn’t happy about that either. “We all
saw that.”
“I thought it was really romantic,” Trina said. Leah knew she would like Sidney’s mom and
find an ally there. After all, someday
that could be Leah’s family too.
Leah smiled. “Me too.”
“I had to do something,” Sid said, looking at his father, “after she
dumped me.”
Maybe it hadn’t been exactly like that – Sid and Leah were never really
together so they never really split. But
his heart had been broken at the thought of losing her and that was far worse
than having the whole world gossip or facing his father’s wrath. The
real issue here, the core of this debate, was like an elephant in the room:
everyone saw it, everyone was avoiding it.
Sid’s blood pressure was rising.
Leah saw Sidney struggling with the role of dutiful son. She wanted to jump in and say more, be more
reassuring to everyone, but Sidney needed to stand up for himself. Then she’d make sure he never needed to do it
again. He looked her way and she smiled.
Sidney remembered Leah’s words from that morning, in bed: “Later, when I smile at you, that is what
I’m thinking about.” It had been funny,
but it was also true. More than sex or
pleasure or anything physical, Leah had been talking being alone together, where
the outside world didn’t matter and they both knew exactly what they had.
He took a deep breath and said what he needed to say.
“Dad, Leah doesn’t want my money and she doesn’t want to be famous. I would have given her those things anyway, but
she refused to have me until I got this right.
You need to realize that she loves me.
She isn’t running a scam or setting me up. I am lucky to have her. This family is lucky.”
Sid looked his father in the eye, man to man. Troy protected his family fiercely. In return he expected loyalty. Sid had always been on the receiving end of
advice and instruction, but now he knew things from experience. His words carried weight.
“I know you’re looking out for me, like always. And I appreciate it. But you ever suggest that Leah is a bad
person, or that it’s so impossible a girl might actually love me for anything
other than my hockey sweater, you will never have to worry about me again.”
A deafening silence fell in the Crosby living room. Sid felt eerily calm. With firm rationality, he’d defended himself
and Leah, and given his father an ultimatum.
He watched for signs of outrage from Troy – red face, clenched
fists. If anything, his father looked
more alarmed. After a moment, the
tightness in the elder man’s jaw began to loosen.
“I didn’t mean that,” he said. “That
a girl would only love you for…”
Sid cut his father off. “I
know. And you didn’t mean anything
against Leah either. So we’re good,
right?”
They weren’t, not by a long shot.
There was a lifetime of family drama to look forward to. It would just be a little different now –
more of a conversation among equals than a parent speaking to a child. Sidney felt Leah’s hand squeeze in his. She wasn’t going anywhere.
As little sisters often do, Taylor chose the best - or worst - moment
to break the tension.
“So Dad, can I date James Neal?”
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(June 26)
Leah looked up from her spot on the small dock that jutted into the
lake behind Sidney’s house. He’d offered
to get her a sunchair but she preferred the heat of the wood that soaked up
through her towel. Then Sid admitted he
didn’t have any chairs anyway. Leah knew
he would have driven into to town and bought her one right away.
Honeymoon phase, she thought.
Her reverie was interrupted by a roaring motor and shrieking yell before a wave
of water leapt up and soaked her, like a skater snowing a goalie.
“Yeah!” Jake shouted. He was on
the jet ski, pretending to drive but really Sidney’s hands were on the
controls. Sid sat behind Jake, both of
them in life vests, laughing. Leah
flipped her wet-again hair back from her face.
“Oh yeah?!” Leah shot back. “Guess
we’re having liver and cabbage for dinner.”
Jake looked horrified. “You said
pizza!”
“You splashed me!”
“It was his idea!” Jake jerked his thumb backward. He was so disgusted by the idea of liver and
cabbage he’d give up anyone, even Sidney Crosby.
Sid looked up at Leah. She was
perfect – skin just starting to tan, at least any of it not covered by the pink
and white bikini she wore. The dry half
of her hair was curlier than usual. Behind
her the sky was clear, endless blue that he knew matched her eyes. Nothing had ever looked more summery.
“I just said you looked hot,” Sid said.
“Jake may have misunderstood.”
That night, Leah did order pizza.
She even let Jake pick out the toppings.
Sidney watched her going over the menu with the little boy and thought a
lot of crazy things. Someday maybe she’d
do that with their kids, in this house, during summer break. He tried to picture her among the WAGs and
failed, as always. It only came through
as a vision of Leah and Vero watching the game and whispering, making each
other laugh. Sid knew they were talking
about him. He didn’t care so long as
they were smiling.
“Anchovies and mustard greens,” Leah said, waving the menu.
Sid blinked himself back into the scene at hand. “What?”
“Is this what you’re like in the off-season?” she asked, sliding her
hands around his waist. “All spaced out
and dreamy?”
He gladly accepted her hug. “I
was kinda spaced out.”
“And you’re definitely dreamy.”
From behind Leah came a groan. “Gross!”
Jake rolled his eyes and headed for the living room.
“Quick!” Sid pushed Leah against the wall, plastering his mouth to
hers. The kiss fell apart to them
laughing.
“I bet Jake gets a girlfriend this year, since you have one now. You’re his hero.”
Since I have a girlfriend now,
Sid thought. It still sounded as strange
as if someone said he had a tail. Just
the word though – lots of the guys had girlfriends, so even with no experience
Sid knew that Leah was more than a girlfriend.
She was both his girl and his best friend; few relationships he saw had
both of those elements in equal measure. He was absurdly lucky, and that didn’t sound
strange at all. It just sounded right. Sid tucked a piece of Leah’s hair behind her
ear.
“You know, if Jake hadn’t lost his helmet that night I never would have
met you. So he is my hero.”
Leah got that now-familiar flutter in her heart. Everything about Sidney that seemed impossibly
perfect from a distance was even better up close. But Leah had no intention of letting that go
to his head.
She smiled. “You always did need
a lot of help, Crosby.”
*END* (Really this time.)
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