Two weeks had flown by since I went to new york to get my wedding dress. Things were going great. Canada was playing the US in the gold medal game. I was nervous since the USA were a powerhouse team and beat Canada in the preliminary round last Sunday. We'll see how this goes.
I was having Coffee with Sharpie in the athletes village as the boys went to a practice. Even though Patrick didn't make Team Canada, he came up to support the team when he found out Canada advanced to the gold medal game.
"Is this game ever gunna get here?"
"I know. It's tomorrow at noon, and it feels like it's miles away. " I sighed.
"I can't imagine how Brent feels."
"I know." I replied as I wrapped my hands around my coffee cup. "He wasn't talkative this morning."
"That's not like him. He never keeps his trap shut."
"That's what I was thinking. I don't think I can deal with seeing him upset if they lose."
"PSH! WE'RE CANADIAN. WE DON'T LOSE GAMES THAT COUNT!"
I chuckled, "Fine. I'll stay positive."
Just then, the boys started to walk into the dining hall. I saw Sidney Crosby walking behind Brent. I just shook it off ... until they walked right up to us.
"Hey. How was practice?" Patrick asked.
"Brutal. I'm starving though. Sid do you want anything?"
"Maybe just some Sushi. My stomachs in knots."
"Sure thing." Brent replies as he walks away and Sid sits right next to me.
"So, Sid. This is Ally. The girl I told you about."
"OH! The photo that I signed?"
"Yep. She's a huge fan."
"Patrick. I'm right here." I muttered.
"Oh adur. Yeah, Sid, she's Brent's fiancee. Don't even try pulling any moves on her. Trust me, I tried."
Sid just laughed smoothly, "It's okay. I have a girlfriend anyway. Nice to finally put a face to the name."
"Same here. Well, I knew what you looked like, but you know. Wow I sound so stupid right now." I stuttered as my face burned up.
Our eyes connected as my heart stopped mid-beat. I looked away quickly and pretended that I was looking for Brent. I could not get the flush in my cheeks to cool down.
Brent finally came back over and him and Sid ate their food as Duncan, Johnny and Chris Pronger joined us. They all started talking about the game tomorrow, to lighten to the tension. I kept silent and just intently walked them talk. It was amazing that they suddenly became the closest of friends, but it wouldn't be that way in the matter of two days.
I went home right after that cause Brent wanted some down time. I was okay with that. He wanted his space to get ready for the game tomorrow. I drove home slowly, and got there in time for the final event of the night. I think it was skiiing. I think.
"Hey, mom, what's ..."
I stopped in my tracks as I saw my mom sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. My dad staring at me with sympathy. I felt my stomach lurch as I looked over onto the other couch to see my wedding dress lying on it.
"HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME?" My mother screamed as she got off the couch and walked towards me.
"MAYBE CAUSE THAT STICK IS SO FAR SHOVED UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU THINK YOUR OPINION IS THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS!"
"Alyssa Gabriella Rae Keith. You don't talk to me like that!"
"I'll talk to you however I want to cause I've been bottling it up for far too fucking long."
"I won't let you marry him!"
"You can't stop me! I'll be 23 by the time it happens."
"Well then I guess I'm not your mother than."
I slapped her. I couldn't stand it right now. My rage was boiling up. Who the hell was she to tell me what I couldn't do? And give me an ultimatum like that? That's emotional blackmail.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
"Maybe it's a fucking wake up call. Mom. I love him, and I want to marry him. He means everything to me."
She furrowed her eyebrows, "what the hell is that in your mouth?"
"Oh that?" I asked as a stuck out my tongue, "That is a tongue ring."
"A tongue ring! How else can I say it, I don't speak no other fucking languages."
"Fuck it then. Marry him, but don't expect me to be there."
"Mom. Don't do that to me."
"You either break it off with him, or I'll do it for you."