Hockey Christmas (A Holiday Sports Romance Love Story)

by Naomi Niles

  “Sounds great,” he replied. “Miss you! Love you!”

  “Go and get even more drunk, you idiot,” I laughed. As I hung up the phone, I felt much happier, even though I hadn't really even discussed any of my actual problems. All I knew for sure now was that I was going to be okay. I would keep my head down, be civil with Danica but nothing more, and then I would go home and I would organize my life from there.

  Simple.

  Chapter 23

  Danica

  This was a fucking mess. Why the hell did things keep going so wrong between us? Sure, we were in a crazy situation, but did it have to be so difficult? Rhett’s cold words ran through my mind over and over again.

  “If that’s how you feel, then we won’t talk anymore.”

  Why did he not want to talk to me? I could understand that it was difficult, but he didn’t need to be so horrible about it! I just wished that I’d never met him. My whole life would have been easier if we had never laid eyes on each other. Or maybe if we’d only met knowing that we were going to be stepbrother and sister. If Camp Woodtree had never happened.

  But then would we still have feelings for one another anyway? Was the magnetism so powerful that we still would have felt it? Probably; the chemistry was certainly intense, and I wasn’t sure that had anything to do with our history.

  I spent the day crying on and off in my room, while all of these thoughts plagued me. It was as if I was trapped in a torturous cage that only I was experiencing; it was awful. I felt awful–so overly emotional–and I didn’t know what to do about it, any of it. I wasn’t sure where I could begin.

  I’d never been on such an emotional rollercoaster before and it was almost unbearable, why couldn’t things juts be simple? The pregnancy hormones weren’t helping–they were driving me crazy, and to be honest all of this was the total opposite of what I needed at this time. It was all at once, and there was no denying that it was starting to overwhelm me.

  Knock, knock.

  Oh God, someone was at my bedroom door. Panic instantly consumed me; who the hell was this now? I sat up on the sheets, feeling the terror coursing through my veins. I really didn’t want to face Rhett at this moment after everything we’d been through today–he was screwing with my head and I hated it.

  “Who is it?” I asked cautiously, listening to my heart thump wildly against my chest.

  “It’s me.” Much to my relief, it was my mom who replied. I let out a deep, calming breath feeling my body return to normal. Thank God–Mom I could cope with. “Can I talk to you?”

  “Oh, okay,” I stood up, straightening out my hair a bit trying to make my appearance a little better. I knew I was a mess, and I didn’t want to arise any more suspicion about my ill state. She was already constantly asking me questions about it. “Come in.”

  She snuck in through the door with a slightly guilty look on her face. My hackles instantly rose–what the hell was going on now? The only thing I knew for sure was that it wouldn’t be good. Whenever she came to me with that face, it was guaranteed trouble.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, the suspicion already lacing my tone.

  “Yeah.” She sat down on the bed, so I copied her, not knowing what else to do. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” I nodded numbly, not even thinking about my answer. I really should have really mentioned some sort of illness, in case I needed to get out of anything–unfortunately I didn’t think that far ahead. “Good, good. Things went really well with Victoria today.”

  “Oh God, sorry I forgot to ask!” I exclaimed, feeling ashamed of myself. I’d become selfish in all of my misery, how could I have forgotten about the final wedding preparations? “Is everything sorted? Is it all okay?”

  “Yes, it’s great; thank you.” She smiled–that serene expression back on her face. The one that told me just how happy she was. “She’s great, and of course, I must thank you, too. I didn’t quite realize how much you’d done. Victoria covered it all today, and I must say I was taken aback!”

  “Oh, of course.” A humble embarrassment overcame me. I hadn’t ever done any of this for the thanks. I did it because my mom deserved to be happy, and it was my duty as maid of honour to help out wherever possible. Sure, it had absolutely worn me down, but that was part and parcel of my duties. “You must be excited now.”

  “Oh, I am,” she exclaimed with an extremely happy look on her face. “I can’t wait to become Mrs. Fronton.” I suddenly realized that for the first time in my whole life, I wouldn’t have the same surname as my mom. That was really weird, and it hit me harder than I expected it to. It made me feel a little…alone. Like I had no one in the world.

  Of course she would change her name! Why hadn’t I considered that before?

  I rubbed my stomach protectively, remembering my unborn child, my little secret. At least I would have my baby soon enough–the only one there for me. An unexpected rush of love washed over me; I’d spent such a long time worrying about everything, that I hadn't actually thought too much about the actual child and what would that was going to mean.

  I was going to be a mom.

  I was going to have a child.

  I would have someone relying on me; I would have a family no matter what. Everything else didn’t matter really. All of this would mean nothing soon enough, not when my baby was here.

  “Yeah,” I smiled a genuine grin at mom. “It’s going to be fantastic. The day will be amazing!” I suddenly felt closer to her than I ever had before, and it was really nice. It was like we were friends, as well as mother and daughter. We’d always been extremely close growing up, but that had disintegrated a bit recently. It felt nice to have some of it back.

  “I can’t believe how quickly we’ve managed to pull it all together.” And there it was again. The one problem I had. But still, I wasn’t going to say anything. It was far too late for that. Brad and mom were getting married, whether I thought it was too quick or not.

  “You’ve done a great job,” I nodded. “And with Victoria there, nothing can go wrong.”

  “So I was thinking…” Her tone suddenly changed, which made me sit up straighter. She was getting to her point, the part that made her feel guilty, and I had no idea what to expect. “I want to spend some more time with Rhett.”

  Oh God. What the hell did that mean? Did she know something? Was she trying to get me to confess? I began to tremble at the prospect of our sordid little secret becoming common knowledge.

  “Why?” I practically whispered. The terror was back, and this time it had returned with a vengeance.

  “Because we’re about to become a family, and I don’t feel like I’ve gotten to know him well enough.” She sighed deeply, furrowing her eyebrows. “I don’t know; things are so strained between him and Brad, and I want him to feel more welcome here.”

  I’d noticed that things were a little odd between Rhett and his dad, but I didn’t realize it was quite that bad. Maybe there was a story here that I didn’t know anything about.

  “What do you mean?” I asked curiously. “Is there something I don’t know?” I was really interested now, suddenly wondering if this was something to do with his behavior. Maybe there was more going on under the surface that I hadn't been paying any attention to. Maybe I’d been so self-involved that I didn’t realize Rhett was struggling in other ways too.

  “Well, it’s always been very difficult between them. When Brad split up with Rhett’s mom, he didn’t get to see his son as much as he liked, and Rhett always resented him for that.”

  For some reason, that sounded a bit like a one sided version of events. I was certain Rhett probably had another opinion, and I wanted to know what it was.

  “And then he played him up a lot growing up, making up lies about him and things.” I couldn’t believe Mom was so sucked in by Brad that she would just accept that as the truth, without even asking anyone else. “It’s been a nightmare. I’m glad I managed to persuade Brad to invite him to the wedding, though; I think it’s
good for both of them that he’s here.”

  My heart raced furiously at the realization that all of this was Mom’s fault. She made Brad invite Rhett here when he didn’t want him to come, and when Rhett probably didn’t want to be here, either. Maybe that underlying tension was to blame for all of this. After all, he was massively up and down with me, with no obvious explanation.

  Did that mean there was hope after all?

  Did I want there to be hope after all of this?

  I had no idea.

  “So, with that in mind, I wanted the three of us to go out into the city for the day tomorrow,” Mom continued, stunning me to my core. What the hell was she up to now?

  “The three of us?” She said that she wanted to get to know Rhett properly–why did I have to be dragged into it?

  “I thought we could go for a treat–get some lunch. It’ll help us all bond away from this house, and it’ll also get me away from the wedding stress before the big day.” She sounded innocent enough with her explanation, but I didn’t trust her one bit.

  A day away from all of this sounded tempting–like something I really could do with–but I wasn’t convinced that it was a good idea at all. I didn’t think that spending any time with Rhett would be beneficial at all.

  “Erm, I don’t know, Mom. Don’t you think that you should ask Rhett first?” I needed an excuse, and I needed one quickly. If I could get her to ask Rhett first, and have him refuse, then he could be the bad guy–not me.

  “I’ve already asked him,” she replied happily, pulling out the trump card. “He’s really up for it. He thinks it’s a great idea.”

  “He does?” I gasped before catching myself. I couldn’t be so obviously surprised without asking any questions. “I mean, oh right, okay… That sounds great.” I couldn’t see any way in which I could refuse if Rhett had already agreed. Plus, I was really intrigued to see what he was up to this time. I knew I could get off this Rhett and Danica rollercoaster at that moment, that it was actually the perfect time, but I found that I didn’t really want to.

  “Great!” Mom stood up with a massive smile on her face. “Well, let’s go in the morning, shall we?”

  “Yeah, sure…” I felt numb and a little cold, shocked that I’d just managed to be talked into something that truly sounded dreadful. “Sounds great. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  As Mom kissed my head and walked from the room, my brain scattered all over the place. I lay back onto my sheets, deep in thought, only this time there were no tears.

  Now I was trying to figure out Rhett’s plan, to see what might happen next, but I couldn’t second guess anything. Was he playing a game that I didn’t realize? Was he always two steps ahead of me? Or was he really just a mess because of his dad?

  And if his dad was the dickhead I was starting to suspect that he might be, what did that mean for my mom and their future?

  Chapter 24

  Rhett

  I was awake for most of the night, just thinking everything over. This was a real mess, and I needed to do something to solve it before we went out to the city, as a crazy, messed up family. I couldn’t spend an awkward day with Danica and Lyla; it just wouldn’t work. It was arise too much suspicion, and the last thing we needed was our parents digging around in our business.

  So by the time the sun started to shine through my bedroom window, I decided that I needed to abandon my plan to avoid Danica until I went home. I was going to have to face her alone before we even saw Lyla. If we could come to some sort of agreement before then, I was certain the day would be bearable.

  It had to be a good sign that Danica had agreed to spend the day with me anyway, surely? That had to mean that she didn’t totally hate me. It suggested that we could certainly come to some sort of truce anyway. I hoped, at least…

  I shoved some clothes on quickly, not even looking at what I was wearing, then I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to sort out my messy mop–even though it was a hopeless cause.

  Come on, Rhett, I thought to myself. You can do this. You can sort this out.

  But as I looked at my stressed out reflection, I could tell that I wasn’t doing a very good job of convincing myself. The tension was evident in my eyes, and my shoulders. My body was normally as relaxed as my personality, but as soon as I arrived at my dad’s house, it started building more and more.

  I was like a coiled spring that could burst at any time.

  But I didn’t want that to stop me, so I shook all the negativity from my mind and I turned to head down the stairs, down to the room that I seemed to spend all of my time in front of. As I knocked on Danica’s door, I hopped nervously from foot to foot hoping that this wouldn’t lead to another row. I wanted this to be a civilized, sensible chat; I didn’t want any of this to make it worse. I just didn’t have it in me to argue anymore.

  “Coming,” she called out–obviously thinking that it was her mom calling her to get going. I needed to make it clear that it wasn’t, just in case she didn’t want to let me in.

  “It’s me,” I practically whispered, not wanting to draw any attention to us. “I just wanted to speak to you before we left.”

  After a brief pause, during which time I thought she might actually be ignoring me, the door swung open. There was a hard expression on her face that suggested I might not be quite so forgiven after all, but she was letting me in–and I decided to take that as a positive. Her arms folded across her chest, and she shook her hair out angrily, but she still didn’t send me away. I couldn’t help the way my heart fluttered as I looked at her, before I rapidly pulled myself together, remembering what I was here for. I couldn’t be thinking about my feelings when we had so much to sort out.

  “Can I come in?” I asked anxiously. She stepped to one side, allowing me to enter, but there was a definite atmosphere still hanging in the air. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I’m sorry for being such an idiot–I hope we can move past my stupidity.” She didn’t say anything; her face didn’t even stir, so I quickly felt the need to continue. “I’m just a bit… I feel a bit of a mess.”

  It was only then her face began to melt a little. I watched her arms swing down by her sides and a small bit of warmth emanate from her. “Yeah, I guess this is a bit weird for all of us.”

  “I don’t mean to be so up and down; I just don’t know where my head is at.” This felt like the right moment to finally be honest. There was no point in trying to hide anything anymore.

  “I know what you mean.” She nodded sharply. “It is hard work knowing what’s best. Heart or head.” She smiled, and I grinned back, but deep down, I felt my emotions swirling everywhere. What did she mean by heart? Did she really feel as deeply as I did?

  Not that it mattered, of course…

  “And of course, I’m happy that you’re finally ready to admit that you’ve been an idiot,” she teased, shooting me that smile that I loved so much. “That makes things much easier.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” We both laughed, and the tension seemed to flow from the room.

  “Look,” she suddenly went serious once more, which had my heart racing. “I’m here if you ever need to talk, you know? Like if things are ever… I don’t know, weird with your dad, or whatever.” Her face flamed bright red, which made me feel incredibly uneasy. What did she know? What wasn’t she telling me?

  “Erm…okay?” I replied awkwardly. “Things are the same as always with him. They’ve never been great.” That much was obvious–anyone could have seen it, so there was no point in pretending otherwise.

  “Have you never got along?” she enquired cautiously, as if she wasn’t quite sure if this was a dangerous path or not. “Has it always been bad?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed sadly. “Pretty bad. I guess it’s just been sucky because he’s never been around, and then when he has, he’s been very selfish.” As I saw the horror-stricken look cross her face, I found myself inexplicably backtracking rapidly. “I’m sure he isn’t like that now, though,�
�� I insisted, unsure as to why I was protecting him. “He seems to really love your mom. She must have changed him.”

  “Fingers crossed,” she joked.

  Suddenly, we made intense eye contact, and I felt so many emotions flowing between us. The unsaid things were blatant, but neither of us could vocalize and accept them. It was awful having to keep everything locked inside, but in that moment, it felt like we wouldn’t survive it any other way.

  “Right.” She finally moved away from me. “Let’s get going before Mom comes up to get us. I don’t really fancy that conversation today.”

  As I walked down the stairs behind Danica, I felt really pleased with my decision for us to have this conversation before we left. It made things so much easier to deal with, and I had to take that as a win.

  It seemed like I had finally done something right…

  ***

  Now that Danica and I had made up, the day in the city wasn’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, it was quickly turning out to be amazing–the best day I’d had since arriving at my father’s. Excluding the first half of the day in Delaware, anyway; although of course it was my fault that all went so wrong.

  Lyla really was lovely, and I would be glad to have her as a stepmom, if it weren’t for the fact that I hated my dad so much. She was far too good for him, and I wished that she could see that. Not that I could say anything on that subject matter, without sounding like a bitter and twisted child…

  What made her even better was the fact that she seemed to pay no attention to all the bad stuff dad had obviously said to her, and she was willing to make her own judgments on me. I respected that massively. She even respected the difficulty of our relationship so much that she didn’t even bring him up. It was like having a nice break from him and everything that he represented in my life.

  There was another unexpected thing happening to me…or maybe it wasn’t so unexpected. Maybe it was completely expected, I wasn’t sure by this point. My feelings for Danica were rising back to the surface, and I was starting to think that maybe I shouldn’t have called things off after all. I hated being so fickle and indecisive, but every single time I thought I made a solid choice, something would happen and my mind would change again.