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[joshleyson]

THIS IS: SIARGAO ✨

December film dump 🎞️

Growing up in Mindanao for almost 2 decades and never actually being able to traverse the picturesque landscapes in the eastern part of the island is something that I know I have to break before the year ends. So I did.

I flew from Manila to Cebu so early in the morning to catch a connecting flight to Siargao by noon. Traveling to Siargao was a lot of firsts for me. Not having to go to every detail but when the plane was about to take off to Siargao, we were all offloaded due to the bad weather on the island. Fortunately, instead of having to fly back to Manila, the airline was kind enough to take me to a nearby hotel in Cebu, all expenses paid including food, transportation, and next-day ticket. It was an unexpected staycation which surprisingly I enjoyed.

Coming from a very tiring day at work and then going to the airport, I felt like I really needed this quiet time, and I was able to check in to this lavish hotel all by myself while waiting for my flight the next day. Also, I had a great night as well in Cebu catching up with one of my long-time friends and her beaux. I went back to my hotel around 3 in the morning because there’s just so many things to catch up and I really missed my homie so much. Keyword: low-maintenance friendships.

So the day finally came, and I was able to land safely on the island of Siargao. Right off the bat on my first night, I had a lovely dinner with my travel friends slash buddies at work and we went to a bar, and danced the night away which to me serves as a prelude to the great experience this vibrant community had in stored for me as a Mindanaoan that have never set foot beyond the confines of Zamboanga and western Mindanao.

We spent our days being on the road which to me was such a release. Being able to smell the fresh ocean breeze while blasting our favorite Y2K songs in the car and relying on Waze or Google Maps for our next destination, to me, makes the trip so much fun because of the spontaneity and unpredictability that it brings. We went island hopping, danced in the boat, swam on open waters, ate our hearts out, moved from one accommodation to another, and I tried surfing for the first time! I never thought I would enjoy the experience because it was raining lightly at that time and the waves were so big it could easily engulf me, but man, best day ever!!!! I fell on the surfing board and slammed my body on the rushing waves several times but being able to stand on the surfboard for the first time was such a liberating experience. A little bit of a stretch, but it was and I will try it again once I go back to Siargao.

☾

I flew back to Cebu and then to Manila to catch one of my friend’s wedding and luckily I made it with no delay. Looking at the pictures that I got to develop from a Fuji film camera that I brought with me on the island, I am reminded again of the incredible healing power of what it’s like to try new things, be with nature, and just breathe. Knowing that the year is about to end in a couple of weeks, I felt so blessed to have that opportunity to break the complicated rhythm of corporate life and to disconnect for a moment. 

After 3 weeks, I get to fly back to Boracay to celebrate New Year’s Eve. So many epic moments that I am also grateful for which I may save for the future but nevertheless, my last month of 2023 was such a banger and I hope it always feels that way.

By the way, I’m writing all these on my iPhone because I’m too tired to get up and open my MacBook, so I appreciate you for hanging with me this far. So that’s it for 2023!

Simply put, I just want to say Happy Holidays to you and your loved ones, and may 2024 be as effervescent as your hopes and dreams for the future.

J.

(December, 2023)

(Photos were shot using Fujifilm Simpleace 35 mm camera + iPhone 15 Pro Max)

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(Music by Grammy nominee, Victoria Monét. All rights belong to her and her publishers. For personal and non-commercial use only. Stream her great catalogue on Spotify and Apple Music.)

[oohnotvery]

Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 3)

Scully

Scully fiddles absentmindedly with the gold wedding band around her finger. Wind whips wildly at her hair and she shivers at the cold breeze coming off the ocean. Her boots shift awkwardly on the beach and she momentarily considers taking off her shoes just so she can feel the sand between her toes. It’s a familiar, comforting feeling, one she could use right about now.

They arrived at the island five hours ago by boat and ever since, she’s been trying to make sense of their place here. Joe and Mulder made quick work of divvying up duffel bags and suitcases between their two cabins while she and Lydia stood by watching their boat—and only transportation off the island—disappear into the rough surf.

While the sea breeze coming off the waves is refreshing, the campsite itself is eerie. A set of four cabins has been set up a few hundred feet from the beach, close enough that when she’s inside her cabin, she can still hear the surf. A thick forest has grown up around the campsite and although she isn’t afraid, she clings to her bear mace as she walks the path from the beach back to the cabins. Their boat captain warned them of the dangers of Black Sands Island—the grizzly bears are scary, he had said, but the people are scarier.

Who the hell would choose to vacation here?

A long gravel pathway connects her cabin to Mulder’s and she stares at his door for a long minute, wondering whether she should go make sure he’s playing nice with Lydia. On the boat ride over from Seattle, he wasn’t the least bit interested in making nice with his new wife. Rather, to her amusement, he had spent much of the voyage trying not to heave over the side of the boat. Instead of babysitting her partner, however, Scully decides to clomp back to her shared space with Joe. She should probably get to know him better, but she spent most of the boat ride worrying over Mulder's sick stomach. 

Joe is quite nice, if not a little shy. He seems uncomfortable being in her personal space and she appreciates that he is aware of the awkwardness of their situation: practical strangers, forced to share a one-bedroom, one-bath cabin on a remote island.

Their cabin doesn’t boast even a couch, so she’s resigned herself to the fact that she’ll be bunking with Joe. Their bed is happily queen-sized, but even this is too small for her comfort level. As she walks towards the cabin, she’s thinking about the large recliner in the middle of the living room. She could probably get decent sleep on it.

She opens the door and yanks off her boots. Sand cascades off them and onto the doormat and she frowns. Even as a little girl, she hated the feeling of sand in between her bedsheets when she visited the beach with her family. She hopes Joe doesn’t plan on tracking sand all around the cabin.

“Doing some whale watching, Danielle?”

Mulder’s voice catches her off guard and she jumps. Sly as a fox, her partner is lounging deep in the recliner, his feet propped all the way up, a wicked grin on his face.

“Just getting a feel for the local flora and fauna, Floyd,” she responds with an eyeroll. She glances around and, not seeing Joe, quirks a questioning eyebrow at Mulder.

He shrugs. He’s not here, he mouths.

She walks up to him and balances on the arm of the chair.

“This place gives me the creeps,” she says under her breath. From the beach, she could really sense the remoteness of their situation. On the boat, they passed a few nearby islands but once she stood on the sand and looked out to sea, all she could see was more ocean.  

Mulder tosses a few sunflower seeds in his mouth. “You think Kersh intentionally sent us out here to get murdered?”

Scully shakes her head. “I think he cares about Lydia and Joe too much for that.”

Mulder looks up at her. “Ah, but maybe they’re our killers. Better watch yourself tonight as you’re cuddled up in bed with pretty boy Joe, Agent Scully.”

That earns him a smack to the back of the head. “Shut up, Mulder.” She looks around again and glances at her watch. “Where is he? We’re all supposed to be present for the briefing in half an hour.”

Mulder shrugs carelessly, but behind his feigned nonchalance, she can tell he is on edge too. She shifts slightly and nudges for him to scoot over. He shifts over to make room for her and she shuffles into the open space in the large recliner.

“How are we supposed to find out anything about this Black Sands Community, Mulder?” she asks, closing her eyes. “I walked around the beach for almost an hour and didn’t see anything except wilderness.”

She feels his head shake. “Kersh sent us on a no-win mission, Scully. He just wanted to piss us off for a few days.”

She kicks his leg with her sock foot. “Are you not interested in the possibility of ritualistic sacrifices?”

Mulder taps her leg back. “You read the briefing, Scully. The evidence is slim-to-none. The folks who reported any knowledge of human sacrifices were crackpots. It’s all just the typical rumor and conspiracy you always see attached to a heavily protected, cloistered religious community.”

Scully opens her eyes in disbelief. “Did you and I switch bodies on the boat ride over here, Mulder?”

He grins toothily and cracks a seed between his teeth. She grabs a handful of seeds from his open palm and fiddles with them. “I’m just saying,” he says, “I wouldn’t put it past Kersh to dump us here for a few weeks, just to make us feel bad about ourselves and our place in the world.”

Scully worries her lip. “But then where do Joe and Lydia fit in?”  

“They’re just here to ruin all our fun.”

Scully can’t help the feeling nagging at the back of her mind. “You’re wrong,” she murmurs quietly. “This isn’t just some pointless assignment intended to personally offend you, Mulder. There’s something going on on this island.”

Mulder twists his head and their gazes meet. Squished into the recliner together, their noses are just centimeters apart.

“I can feel it,” she breathes.

Mulder studies her for a long minute, his expression turning serious, and then he nods.

**

It’s dark outside by the time Joe returns to the cabin, Lydia striding in after him. Embarrassed by their proximity, Scully shoves Mulder off the recliner and greets the other agents with a smile.

“So, are we just waiting on him now?” Joe asks, glancing apprehensively at the door.

Everyone nods and Scully swallows.

Him.

Mulder glances around the room, his gaze full of authority. “Everyone remember your cover?”

Joe, Lydia, and Scully all nod. She spent the six-hour plane ride to Seattle poring over every detail of her character, Danielle Parsons.

They stand in silence for a long moment and Scully starts to suggest that they get to know each other better before he arrives. From the few moments she’s spent with Joe, she knows only a few details about him—that he’s a former fireman turned federal agent, with aspirations to serve as a congressman. She knows next-to-nothing about Lydia, except that the woman is good-looking, quiet, and doesn’t get seasick.

Before she can make her suggestion, however, there is a sharp rap at the door. Mulder shoots them all an expectant glance and Scully notices that everyone seems to stiffen slightly. Mulder gestures for them all to settle down before he strides to the door and opens it.

In the threshold stands a young man, his hair covered by a thick gray beanie, his lean, tall body dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. He smiles openly at the four of them and Mulder motions for him to come inside.

“Hi, everyone,” the man says with a cheerful voice, “as you know from your travel agency booking, I’m Evan, and I’m going to be your guide for the next few days on the island.”

Everyone nods. As part of their briefing, Scully learned that Evan is the liaison between the Black Sands Community and the campsite. From what she understands, he is in charge of making sure they have food, water, and entertainment while they’re staying on the island. And making sure they don’t get too close to the Black Sands Community.

“Nice to meet you,” Mulder says, and as Evan enters the cabin, Scully rises to greet him.

“So,” Evan says, staring down at a clipboard in his hands. “I’ve got Jack and Danielle Parsons and Floyd and Lauren Merryweather.”

Joe immediately moves to Scully’s side and his large, warm arm wraps around her waist, drawing her in. Mulder’s eyes seem to travel with the movement and Scully watches in amusement as he briefly fixates on Joe's hand at her hip.

“I’m Jack, and this is my wife, Danielle,” Joe explains, extending a hand to Evan.

Mulder makes a half-hearted attempt at similar pleasantries, placing a hand near Lydia’s back and guiding her closer to Evan, where they introduce themselves as Floyd and Lauren.

Scully notes that Mulder can’t seem to decide how to interact with Lydia, and seems to think that hovering close to her—but just out of touching range—is how a husband treats a wife. She makes a mental note to pull him aside later and give him a tutorial on how to touch your significant other.

“So, you’re here on vacation, I see?” Evan says with another glance at the clipboard. Scully assumes from the briefing that Evan knows only the basics about the four of them—their names, home states (California), and travel dates. “Well, you’ve really come to the right place,” he explains excitedly, and by the gleeful look in his eye, Scully wonders if he’s confused Black Sands Island with Hawaii. “We’ve got sea kayaking, fishing, hunting, hiking, snorkeling, wildlife viewing. The island is regularly named one of the best places in the area to spot humpback whales. We even had a pod of orcas come through recently.”

“Lauren and I are big whale aficionados,” Mulder pipes up unconvincingly, and to her credit, Lydia nods eagerly.

“We’d be interested in getting out on the local hiking trails,” Scully adds. She’s eager to map out the island and find out where the Black Sands Community is located. At her side, Joe shifts and his hand slips slightly lower on her hip.

“Of course,” Evan says with a wide grin. “We can do all of that. If you like hiking, I’ve got a real treat for you tomorrow. But first, I want to fill you in on some ground rules. I’m sure you know you’ve been allowed to stay here at the generosity of our friends, the Black Sands Community. Now, the Black Sands is a very religious, very cloistered community, and that because of that, visitors can only access certain parts of the island.”

Scully cocks her head. “Are you not part of the community?” She had assumed from the briefing that their local guide would be involved with the group.

He shakes his head. “No,” he says with a too-friendly smile. “I’m from Vancouver, but I live here part-time running the local wildlife and sea kayaking tours.”

Mulder glances at her and she lifts her shoulders slightly in a shrug. It might be to their benefit to have an outsider’s perspective.

“Tomorrow,” Evan says, interrupting her train of thought, “we’ll be joined by Grace, a friend of mine who was born and raised in the Black Sands. She’s going to accompany us for a waterfall hike that I love to show visitors on their first day. It really showcases some of the best parts of the island, but to get there, we have to pass through some zoned-off areas. She’ll be there to help us navigate the protected bits.”

His eyes dart around the room, landing on each of them in turn. “I must emphasize, we are here because of the kindness of the Black Sands Community. It is imperative that we respect their authority over this island. This means that I kindly ask you to stay around the campsite when we’re not doing other activities. We’re mostly surrounded by jungle and sand, so there’s not a lot of exploring to do around here anyways.”

His eyes move to linger on her for a long minute and Scully starts to wonder if he saw her wandering around the property earlier.

“In that same vein,” Evan continues, his eyes moving on, “I’ll be checking in on you all in the mornings and evenings, just to make sure you have everything you need.”

Mulder’s eyes dart to hers and they exchange a knowing glance. In other words, I’ll be checking on your whereabouts constantly.

Evan’s lips stretch into a small smile. “So, friends! Any questions?”

[odditycircus-2002]

Imagining a timeline where Shang and Medusa!reader have like some kind of slice of life sitcoms or something normal at least for them, been married for thousands of years in peace and have their own children and their own home on Shang and Medusa’s island that is a paradise since mk tournament got dissolved centuries ago with Shang as its last champion. Hell he’s on good terms with Raiden and everything, most of the people in their timeline live normal lives.

Then this Shang and Medusa!Reader get transported to Liu Kang’s timeline and are separated due to the timeline shenanigans happening, with a Liu Kang and the others having to deal with an worried and desperate domestic husband timeline Shang trying to look for his wife while his Medusa!Reader is fighting for her life because she ended up with Mk1 Shang and Quan Chi’s fortress.

Now that's an interesting idea and one filled with fun possibilities!😁😁😁

Always the damn time shenanigans that gets everyone in Mortal Kombat misplaced, but lead to mirror matches. However, given this is Shang Tsung we're talking about here, everyone in the New Era would immediately have their guard up and throw hands with the Sorcerer. Much to Hubby Shang's confusion since he just wants to find his wife and go home. Adding to his confusion is that a version of his wife in this New Era hates his guts enough that she immediately tries to attack him on sight. Lui Kang or Raiden and Kung Lao have to peel her off the Sorcerer, as he tries to explain she has the wrong man. Then probably goes on to say how he would never do anything to hurt her, his wife, and the mother of his children. That last part shocked Y/N enough to finally be dragged away. This is surprising news to everyone else as well, especially when Hubby Shang Tsung pulls out pictures of him with other versions of the Mortal Kombat characters, such as how Quan-chi, Sindel, Mileena, and Raiden were at Y/N's first baby shower, and a picture of Shang Tsung with Y/N and all 7 of their children.

Meanwhile, Wifey Y/N ended up on the New Era's Shang Tsung's island, just as he was in the midst of conspiring with Quan-chi. She was walking through the island's ruins calling out for Shang Tsung or their kids, or Quan-chi as he sometimes does pop by for a visit. Imagine her horror when she spots them and happily calls out to them before approaching them, only to immediately be bombarded with the feeling of stepping into a wolf's den. The smile this imposter of her husband gives her is not the loving one she's used to, but rather one of deranged infatuation. While Quan-chi, Shang Tsung's best friend and godfather to her firstborn, looks upon her with contempt. The nail in the coffin for her was finding this new Shang Tsung didn't have a wedding ring matching hers. Luckily, even though the Mortal Kombat tournament has long since dissolved that doesn't mean Y/N let her combat abilities become rusty. In all honesty, her Shang Tsung and Quan-chi are usually more difficult of sparring partners compared to these New Era ones. However, they don't play as dirty as them, who repeatedly attempt to blind Y/N after she takes off her mask. Yet, she knows her main priority isn't them, but to get off this island and find her Shang Tsung then go home.

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Failure to Launch- Never Ever Have I- Chapter

Summary: Sidney and Evie face important decisions about his career and their wedding

Last chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/713183735570415616/planning-on-perfection-never-ever-have-i

@equallyshaw @pensfan5871 @pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968 @cellythefloshie;

THURSDAY AFTERNOON-NOVEMBER 6th- SIDNEY’S HOUSE- PITTSBURGH

Evie slid her laptop into her backpack before she checked to ensure that all of her accessories were in place. She was flying into New York City to meet up with Sidney before Adriana and Taylor flew into the next morning. Sidney had been on a road trip and would be playing the New York Islanders the next day. Evie had booked an appointment at the infamous Kleinfeld's bridal salon to shop for her wedding gown. It was the last main component she had to complete for the wedding planning. She was lost in thought, mentally going through her packing checklist, when she heard a loud knock on the door.

Evie looked up and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole and opened the door. A uniformed driver stood with his back to her. After he turned around, Evie exclaimed, "Buddy, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages.”

“Ms. Montgomery, I am here to take you to the airport.” he said cheerfully.

Evie looked confused. She had planned to drive to the airport herself and had not arranged transportation. “I am sorry, but can you tell me who booked the trip?” Even as she said, she was fairly certain she could guess the name.

“Mr. Crosby, ma’am,” he answered.

Evie smiled, “Oh, he forgot to tell me. Let me get my bags for you.” She gathered her large suitcase and backpack and handed it to the driver. He took them and placed them in the trunk of the car. Then he opened the back door for Evie to get into the back seat of the sedan. On the far side of the seat, a small basket of snacks sat with a tiny bottle of sparkling Moscato included. Evie grinned as she saw the card. She opened it and read it silently.

My Princess- Did you think I would let you drive yourself to the airport like some sort of peasant? Have a glass of wine and enjoy the ride. I can’t wait to see you tonight. It’s been too long.

Evie rolled her eyes. They had been apart for three days. After the three weeks during the summer, this separation had been a piece of cake. She opened the bottle of Moscato and poured a glass. She enjoyed the sweet taste and relaxed into the seat. When the driver took an exit, she sat up and looked around. The route was familiar and she struggled to place it. They were not heading to the Delta gate. Suddenly, she recognized where they were heading. “Sidney Patrick Crosby- no you didn’t,” she thought as they pulled into the gate for the private jet airstrip.

The car pulled up to the side of the waiting jet. The cabin steward stood at the bottom of the stairs. The driver met him in the middle and handed off the luggage. He then opened Evie's car door and offered his hand. When Evie got out of the back seat, she reached into her purse to retrieve cash to tip Buddy. She laughed, "Thank you, Buddy. I am sorry I don't have the amount that Sidney usually gives you. I wasn't expecting it and haven't been to the ATM yet."

"Mr. Crosby already gave a generous gratuity, Ma'am," he said with a knowing grin, "You're all set." She thanked him again and turned to walk up the stairs to the jet. She pulled out her phone and dialed Sidney.

Sidney: Good afternoon my Princess.

Evie: Beso…

Sidney: Yes, my Princess.

Evie: What have you done?

She began her climb up the stairs as she spoke.

Sidney: I just arranged a little transportation, Evie.

Evie: Buddy was my driver, by the way. Did you know that?....... You arranged it, didn't you?

Sidney: Possibly.

Evie: You don't think that a private jet is a little excessive for one person?

She reached the top of the stairs.

Sidney: For one person? Yes, it is excessive, but there is more than one passenger.

Evie: What do you mean by more than one passenger? Who is coming?

She turned and looked at the parking lot and saw no cars.

Evie: Is someone coming out for the game? Who is it?

Sidney: See for yourself

Evie: What did you do, Beso?

Evie stepped inside the jet and turned to look at the cabin. Adriana and Taylor stood on the right side of the cabin, which had been decorated with balloons and streamers. There was a big sign:

Evie dropped and ran to them. They started squealing excitedly and talking over each other. Hugs were exchanged and tears flowed.

"Evie!!!!!" Sidney yelled, "Evie!!!!!"

She looked around and remembered she was speaking to Sidney before she dropped the phone. Evie picked it up, "Sorry Beso- I dropped my phone," she said excitedly, "I can't believe you did this for me. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, but this is unexpected."

Sidney grinned in his hotel room. The line went quiet and Evie whispered, "Sidney, you there?"

"Yeah, I am here," he said softly. He felt a lump form in his throat. "I'm here," he repeated, "I am enjoying listening to you." His voice lowered, "I could listen to you for hours, especially when you are happy. Making you happy, making you laugh…." His voice trailed off before he swallowed hard, "It's like a drug. It's a little piece of magic. I think I may be addicted to it. I think I may be addicted to you."

Evie got quiet and stepped away from Adriana and Taylor, who exchanged knowing looks. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked softly, "I hope it's not a bad thing. I really hope it's not a bad thing because I know that I am addicted to you. I am so addicted to you."

Sidney smiled broadly, "It's an amazing thing, Evie. I love you so much." Evie stepped further away, "Beso, you are going to make me cry happy tears. I love you so much too. Thank you for this. I want you to know how much I appreciate it."

"I know, Evie, I know" he replied, "I should let you go so that you can take off now. I'll see you when you get here. I am room 8787. Love you."

"Bye Beso," she smiled, "I'll see you soon. Can't wait. Love you most."

Taylor's voice boomed through the plane, "For Pete's sake, quit being mushy and let's get this party started. I can't take the sweetness. I might vomit." Adriana giggled and Taylor crossed her arms in mock frustration.

Evie sighed, "Beso, I have to go. Taylor's bitter that she is single and she’s jealous of our love." She turned around and smiled sweetly at Taylor. "Maybe we need to set her up," she laughed, "Got any single friends?"

"Ummmm," Sidney said as he tried to extricate himself from this exchange, "Bye Evie Rose."

"Bye Beso," she smiled. She turned to face Taylor. "Are you done,?" she asked.

Taylor smiled back, "Come on, I had to give you a hard time, Evie."

"Maybe if you were getting another kind of hard time, you wouldn't need to give me one," Evie raised an eyebrow, "I am getting some tonight which is why I am not giving a hard time back to you," Evie teased.

Taylor laughed, "Ewwww, ewwwwww- that's just gross!"

"You started it, Tay," Evie went to sit in her chair, "Don't start none, won't be none."

Adriana watched the banter back and forth, "Yeah, you guys have the sister thing down. Damn, you two go hard."

“That’s what Sidney likes,” Evie added.

“Oh dear Lord, make it stop!” Taylor protested.

FITZGERALD SUITE-PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

Evie walked to the window and opened the curtains to see the view of the New York City Skyline. She had booked the Fitzgerald suite for herself at the team hotel for their weekend stay. Taylor and Adriana had retreated to their suites to freshen up and get ready for their dinner. She turned with a smile when she heard the soft knock. "Beso," she thought as she crossed to the door. She threw open the door with flourish. Evie blinked and shook her head, sure that her eyes had deceived her. "Matteo?" she asked, "Matteo, is that really you? Why are you here?"

"Do you think I would let you pick a wedding dress without me?" he laughed, "Are you going to let me in?"

"Of course," she stood back and let him enter. Matteo glanced around the large suite. "I see you are living the bougie life now that you are engaged" he teased.

"Excuse me, but this is all me and not Sidney. The Plaza is a sister brand to the Fairmont so they were very willing to accommodate us," she retorted, "Ummm, do you not remember my suite in Dallas? This is much smaller,"

"Everything is bigger in Texas," he joked. "Now tell me the plans. Sidney was not forthcoming with the details." Evie tilted her head in question. "It was Sidney's idea for me to come. I am officially the tiebreaker in case the other two disagree," he explained.

"Disagree on what?" she questioned.

"On which dress to pick. Don't you remember the rules of “Say Yes to the Dress?" he smiled.

"Don't try on a dress you can't afford?" she said earnestly.

"Yeah, I don't think you'll have that problem," he razzed, "Okay, maybe it wasn't an official rule. Still I am here."

Evie grinned widely, "This is the best surprise. Sidney planned it? Matteo, did he really bring you here to help me pick my dress?" Matteo nodded yes. "Awwww, Teo…." she cried. She ran and squeezed him in a tight hug. Happy tears streamed down her face.

"No tears, Evita." Matteo ordered, "No tears until we find your dress. Until then, get your ass in gear. We have reservations."

"Reservations?" she said in confusion, "Who made reservations?" Then it clicked in her brain, "He has this whole evening planned, right? And tomorrow too?"

"I am sworn to secrecy," Matteo said as Evie went to her suitcase to pull out a dress. "Evie, check the closet," Matteo hummed.

She opened the closet door. Hanging in the closet was the Marchesa dress that she coveted for months.

Attached to the hanger was a note in Sidney's handwriting.

Mon Etoile- It's been a while since I spoiled you in a big way. I hope you have enjoyed the surprises so far. Relax and enjoy your night. I'll see you after dinner. Matteo has the details. Your groom- Sidney

Evie smiled and re-read the salutation again. "Your Groom" made her heart sing. She felt the overwhelming desire to call him, but resisted the urge. Instead she dressed and went out to meet her entourage.

SIDNEY’S ROOM-PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

The hockey game played quietly on the television while he reclined on the bed and read his book. He was engrossed in it and almost didn't hear the soft knock on the door. He smiled after he looked at the time. The knock could only mean one thing- Evie. He checked the peep hole and saw her standing there. She held her shoes in her hand and shifted her weight from side to side.

"Evie," he smiled as he opened the door and pulled her inside, away from eyes that pry. She looked around the room and made a beeline to the bed. When she stopped at the edge of the bed and moved her hair out of the way, he understood the unspoken request to unzip her dress. His hand slid the zipper pull down and she stepped out of the dress. He kissed her shoulder and neck tenderly, "Mon Etoile, you smell amazing."

She crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. He found his position next to her. When he settled, she wrapped her body around his and sighed. They were both aware of the time and the limited time they would have before his curfew. "Beso, do you need to fuck?" she said with a yawn.

He looked down at her before he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "The more important question is if you want to fuck," Sidney answered.

She paused for a moment before she answered, "No, not really. I am sorry. The wine at dinner made me sleepy and I am stuffed from the food. We don't have a lot of time before your curfew."

"Then why did you ask if I needed to fuck?" he questioned with a laugh.

"I don't know. I mean, I always like fucking you. We do it almost every night and it relaxes me. If you needed it to go to sleep, we could," she rambled for a bit before she blushed, "Can we not overthink it?"

"You are so tired that you are not making sense," he smiled, "It's cute that you would take one for the team, but not necessary." She took a deep breath and let it go. "Tell me about dinner. Was it amazing?"

They spent the next hour talking about the impressive meal they had eaten. Sidney made a mental note that they needed to return for a proper date one day. A date that included her in that dress and in this lingerie. Evie caught Sidney up on Matteo's life along with Adriana’s progressing relationship with Sean. She did, however, refrain from telling him about Taylor’s new work crush. Some bonds of sisters and Girl’s Night Out rules were sacred. When Evie casually mentioned that the rest of the group had returned to the hotel to change to go out dancing, Sidney questioned her decision not to go.

"Beso," she yawned, "Seeing you was more important than getting drunk in a club. Also, I need to rest tomorrow." Sidney checked the time. It was getting close to curfew.

They dressed and he escorted her to her suite. Sidney watched her in the bathroom as she removed her make-up and got ready for bed. She put on her favorite Crosby t-shirt. He took her hand and guided her to the large, king-sized bed. She smiled as he tucked her into bed then sat on the edge of the bed.

"I won't see you tomorrow morning?" she asked quietly. He shook his head no. It was the first game against the Islanders after the disastrous playoff series. Evie was certain that he hold firm to his game day quirks which mean taking great care to avoid Taylor at all costs. "I can call or text if I need to though?" she asked for assurance.

"Yes," he spoke softly, "I will see you after the game, but call or text any time you need me."

"Beso," she whispered, "Thank you. I am not going to argue about the big time spoiling. I am just thankful that you are MY GROOM."

"I am thankful that you are MY BRIDE," he bent down to kiss her, "Now get some sleep."

NEXT MORNING-KLEINFELD BRIDAL SALON

Evie looked with wonder around the lobby of the venable Kleinfeld's bridal salon. It was smaller than it looked on television, but was still impressive. She approached the reception desk. "Hi, my name is Evie Montgomery. I have a ten o'clock appointment with Lisa," she said to the receptionist. The receptionist officially checked them in and buzzed Lisa to let her know that Evie had arrived.

She then walked over to the rest of the group. She stood and fidgeted with a bag she held that carried her wedding shoes and a selection of various undergarments that would work under the dresses she hoped to try.

Lisa, famed bridal consultant from Say Yes to the Dress, walked up to the group. "Evie?"

She stood and smiled, "That's me. I'm Evie. I'm the bride."

Lisa gave her a gentle smile, "Follow me. I will show your group to your area and then take you to your room." The group followed Lisa and Evie through the store like a little line of ducklings. Evie was doing some weird combination of a skip and walk. Her smile was contagious and other customers turned to look. There were whispers, "Is that a celebrity? I swear I've seen her here somewhere." Taylor took a picture and sent it to her mom with the caption "I think she is a *little* excited."

When they arrived at their area, Evie did quick introductions. Lisa asked, "What kind of dress are we looking for today? Do we have a budget in mind?"

Adriana was quick to answer, "I think something form-fitting would be flattering. Sidney is a fan of her curves."

Evie blushed before Matteo chimed in, "Oh definitely we need something sexy. I think mermaid or trumpet style….” Taylor remained silent.

Lisa nodded patiently before she turned to Evie. “What kind of dress do you want?”

Evie looked at Adriana and Matteo before she answered, “I was thinking something form fitted as well. However, I saw some dresses that had an overskirt. I think it would be more appropriate for the ceremony.”

Lisa asked, “What budget did you want to keep in mind?”

Evie hesitated. She had run the numbers on their final budget and come up with a number. Still, it pained her to say it out loud because it seemed mind-blowing to spend that amount of money on a single dress that she would wear for nine or ten hours. Lisa waited patiently, accustomed to the struggles of brides with budgets. Finally, Evie said, “I would like to stay under ten thousand dollars. I can go up to twelve thousand on a dress I really love.”

Lisa smiled, “Let’s go find you a dress.” Together they walked to the dressing room. She opened the door to allow Evie to walk inside. Evie turned back to look at Lisa who just smiled. On the table was a large gift bag and card in Sidney’s handwriting. She walked over to the bag and pulled out a shoe box. She smiled when she saw the Jimmy Choo logo and opened the box. Inside were the shoes that Sidney pointed out to Evie in Las Vegas.

She opened the note and read.

Mon Etoile- I can give the shoes to you now, right? Did you think I forgot about them? I hope that today is everything that you dreamed of and you find the perfect dress for you. That is the only goal for today. Find the perfect dress that you love. I don’t care about the price. In fact, I forbid you, under severe penalty, to look at price tags. Now be a good girl for me, Princess.

Your Groom- Mr. Crosby

Evie turned around and showed Lisa the shoes. “They’re from my Beso. I’m sorry- my fiancé, Sidney,” Evie said wistfully as she sat on the chair. Lisa asked to see a picture of Sidney and Evie gladly obliged while she gushed over her beloved. A lifelong Rangers fan, Lisa instantly recognized Sidney, but gave no indication. Evie relayed Sidney's instruction that her budget was unlimited and she was not to look at any price tags. Lisa laughed and gave a mock salute in acknowledgement of marching orders.They discussed Evie’s vision for the wedding and Lisa left the room to pull dresses.

Evie pulled out her phone and sent a quick selfie of herself in the satin robe with one shoulder exposed. She captioned it, “Hopefully my panties don’t get ripped in this dressing room.” Sidney sent a flirty text back, “You never know.”

There was a knock on the door and a curly brunette popped her head in. "Excuse me," she said cheerfully, "Are you Evie Montgomery?" Evie nodded yes. The brunette opened the door and stepped inside. "HI, I'm Regina. I am one of the producers on Say Yes to the Dress," she started. "Lisa mentioned that your groom's name is Sidney Crosby. I wanted to check to see if you would be interested in being on the show. Brides with famous athlete grooms are always a big hit with viewers. I am sure that they will love your story with Sidney," she suggested. Evie blinked and sat down. "Take a moment to think about it," she added.

Evie's mind raced. She loved the show and was a faithful viewer. However, she was unsure if Sidney and more importantly, the Penguins, would be happy. "Thank you so much for asking, but I have to pass. Don't you always follow up your brides at their alterations and weddings? I am not interested in having my wedding televised," she answered.

"Are you sure? Most athletes enjoy the publicity," Regina stated.

"Yes, but Sidney isn't like most athletes. He isn't even like most men. I am flattered by the other, but I have to decline," she stated firmly.

At that moment Lisa came back with a selection of dresses and Regina made her exit. Evie looked at the three dresses and selected the ivory satin one. Lisa helped her into dress. The plain satin dress hugged her curves in a slim sheath silhouette. The off the shoulder neckline accentuated her delicate collarbone. Evie turned around and gasped a little bit.

"Wow," she said quietly, "I'm really a bride, eh?" She laughed at her bit of Canadian.

Lisa stood back and grinned, "Should we show them?"

"Can we put on the overskirt first?" Evie asked. Lisa added the skirt. Together they walked out to her platform. Adriana, Matteo and Taylor gasped. Evie asked nervously, "What do you think?"

Taylor spoke first, "It's a beautiful dress, but I don't think it's the one."

Adriana added, "It's very classic, but it's pretty simple." Evie turned to look in the mirror and nodded in agreement.

Lisa and Evie returned to the dressing room. "Let's turn up the sparkle, shall we?" Lisa suggested.

Evie walked out to show them white satin sheath dress with ruched waist, with an elegant beaded lace bodice and cap sleeves.

Matteo stepped up to the platform and spread the overskirt out. He stood back and stared at Evie's reflection in the mirror. "What do you think, Evita?"

She smoothed her hands over stomach then over her hips."Can we take off the overskirt?" she asked. Once it was off, Taylor made a tight smile. "I don't think it flatters me," Evie said finally, "The satin skirt highlights every bump. It's a no for me." The others breathed a sigh of relief that she stated the obvious.

Evie smiled when she walked up to the platform in the strapless, beaded lace dress. "What do you think?" She asked.

Adriana's hand went to her mouth, "Evie, it's gorgeous."

Matteo nodded his head in agreement, "Look at the sparkle. You look amazing."

Evie looked at Taylor who was silent. "That's the one, Evie. It's everything you wanted. It fits you like a glove. It's not too plain. It is perfect."

Evie gazed in the mirror and smiled. Her hand ran over the beaded lace. She turned and looked over her shoulder. "Do you have a bouquet to hold?" Lisa handed a bouquet of silk roses to Evie. She held it in front of her and closed her eyes. She imagined when the church doors opened wide and opened her eyes. Then she sighed. She turned to look at Lisa and shook her head no.

Lisa, seeing the expression on her face, suggested going back to the dressing room to regroup. By the time the door closed, tears filled Evie's eyes. "I am sorry. It's not the one," she whispered. Evie was silent as Lisa assisted her in taking off the dress. "Can you give me a minute?" Evie requested.

Once Lisa left, Evie sat down and stared in the mirror. A wave of sadness washed over Evie. She remembered her mother and her dream of Evie finding a good husband. Although Evie judged her for emphasizing that she should find a rich husband, there was never any doubt in her mind that she wanted Evie to find a good man just like her father. Heart ached with resurfaced grief. It was unexpected, but overwhelming. Tears flowed and Evie tried to get them under control. "Think," she told herself, "think." She reached for her phone and hit the dial button.

Trina answered the FT call with a smile, "Evie, did you pick one?" She looked at Evie's face, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Trina, I'm sorry," Evie sobbed, "I thought I could do it and now I can't."

"What can't you do?" Trina asked quietly.

"I can't buy a dress," Evie said, "I can't buy a dress without my mom. I don't know what to do. I am so confused. I just need my mom."

Trina blinked back tears. She thought back to wedding dress shopping with her own mother. She couldn't imagine making that choice on her own, even if she did have friends for support. It wasn’t the same as having a mother’s support. Trina thought it was tough enough losing her mother as a middle aged woman, but the way that Evie lost her mother at a time when she still needed her so much? It was unfathomable.

"Oh Evie," Trina soothed, "I am so sorry. Tell me why you are confused."

"I thought I wanted something fitted. Sidney loves when I wear fitted dresses that show off my curves. I found the perfect dress. It is so beautiful…." Evie cried.

"But….. " Trina prompted.

"I don't feel like a princess. I don't feel like Sidney's princess," Evie admitted, "I feel like I should be a princess when I marry my Prince Charming”

"Evie," Trina answered. "Do you want to know what I would tell Taylor? I know I can't take the place of your mother, but it may help." Evie nodded yes. "Buy a dress that makes you feel like his princess. You'll know when you put it on, but buy the big, poofy dress," Evie hesitated. "You can buy them both. Find the princess dress, then find the dress that will take his breath away," Trina encouraged, “You know that Sid will think you look gorgeous in anything that you wear. There is no wrong choice. Go with your gut. It won’t lead you astray.”

"Thank you, Trina," Evie sniffed.

"I hope it's helped," Trina smiled.

"More than you know," Evie smiled.

Lisa knocked on the door and entered the room. "What happened?" Lisa asked quietly.

"I tried to imagine when the church doors open and the view Sidney will see," Evie started to explain before her voice trailed off. "Then I remembered what Sidney calls me. He says that I am his princess."

"And this isn't a Princess dress?" Lisa stated before she smiled. "It's a good thing you came to Kleinfeld's. We specialize in Princess dresses."

"I am so sorry," Evie cried, "I thought I knew what I wanted. I guess I was wrong."

"Say no more," she said, “This happens all the time. I know some dresses that will be perfect.” Lisa walked out of the room. She stopped by and updated Adriana, Matteo and Taylor before heading to the stockroom. Inside the dressing room, Evie picked up her phone and dialed. Sidney picked up. He was walking to the bus after morning skate. When he saw Evie’s tear stained face, he stopped and walked to the side.

Sidney: Evie- what’s wrong?

Evie: Ummmm, I had a little bit of a breakdown but I am better now.

Sidney: Breakdown about what? Is it not going well?

Evie: Ohhhh, they have been lovely. I even got asked to be on the TV show.

Sidney’s eyebrows raised

Evie: I turned it down. I don’t want Flyer fans watching my wedding.

Sidney smiled

Sidney: Why did you break down, Mon Etoile?

Evie sighed: I miss my mom, more than I thought I would. I am alright now. I don’t want you to worry.

Sidney: Are you sure?

Evie: Yes, I talked to your mom and she made me feel much better.

Sidney: Do you need me? I can crash the appointment if you need me.

Evie: No, you can’t see the dress. I mean, when I find the dress.

Sidney: Are you having trouble deciding?

Evie: What do you want me to look like on the wedding day? Don’t give me the whole “You will look beautiful in anything” line either. Tell me what you want.

Sidney: I want you to look like what you are - my princess.

Evie smiled brightly: Thank you. You just made me feel a hundred times better.

Lisa walked into the room, carrying three large dresses and a petticoat.

Evie: I have to go now. I’ll call you when I am done.

Sidney: I’m glad that you called.

Evie: Me too.

Evie eyed each dress, “Let’s try the lace first”

When Evie walked out, her entourage’s mouths dropped. She stepped onto the platform and faced them. Taylor spoke first, “That’s not a fitted dress, Evie.”

Evie patted the large skirt and said, “Observant, Tay- very observant. It’s a princess dress. I tried fitted dresses and they didn’t make me feel the way I want to feel when I marry Sidney.”

“Like a princess?” Adriana asked. Evie nodded her head. Adriana smiled, “Well, I guess since you are getting the fairy tale then a fairy tale dress is what you need.”

Evie said emphatically, “exactly.”

Matteo was quiet and then spoke up, “I like it, but it’s not the one. It’s too plain.” When Adriana agreed, Evie went back to the dressing room.

Taylor's first comment was “Holy boobs, Evie.” Lisa pointed out the neckline could be raised. In the end, it was nixed for being too over the top.

Before they left the room, Evie declared, “This is it. This is the one.” When she walked out, the path from the dressing room to the platform got still and silent. Other bridal parties stopped talking and watched her float by. Evie stepped on the podium and allowed Lisa to fluff the train. Then she looked at her group and declared, “I think I found it. I think I found the one.”

Taylor stood up and walked slowly to the podium. She touched the skirt before she walked around the podium. She spoke softly, “I think we need a veil and the bouquet.” Evie smiled as Lisa added the veil and handed her the bouquet. She turned to face the mirror with her eyes shut. Then she opened them. Taylor stood next to her and they made eye contact in the mirror. Evie silently asked the question that she needed Taylor to answer. “Sid’s going to love it,” Taylor gushed, “He is going to have a heart attack when he sees you but he is going to love it.”

Lisa said, “Are you saying Yes to the Dress?”

They gasped when Evie said, “Not yet.” Looks of confusion spread amongst them. “I think I need a tiara too.” When Lisa placed the perfect tiara on her head, Evie laughed and said, “Ask again.” Lisa asked the infamous question again. This time Evie screamed, “Yes!” as Taylor, Matteo and Adriana crushed her in a group hug.

The rest of the day was a blur to Evie. First, she was taken down to alterations to be measured from head to foot. Detailed instructions about the slight changes that she wanted to make to the dress- the neckline altered to be more modest for the church and the addition of removable straps to cover her shoulders for the ceremony. Then she was taken back upstairs to finalize the paperwork for the two gowns that she selected, plus veil and tiara. Evie’s heart nearly stopped when she saw the final total. However, she simply slid the black AMEX across with a smile.

After completing their time at the bridal shop, the group barely had enough time to rush to the hotel. They made a quick change before heading to Sidney’s game against the New York Islanders. Evie made the executive decision to head down to the glass during warm-ups despite the disastrous results during last year's playoffs. She stood next to the penalty box and banged on the glass. Brian Dumolin shouted to Sidney as he completed his stretches.

He looked up and saw Evie’s bright smile which he returned. She flashed him the heart sign and shouted “I LOVE YOU”. He rewarded her with a quick grin before he returned to his routine. After the Penguins won in overtime, the group gathered outside the locker room to wait for Sidney. He emerged and went straight to Evie. He picked her up and spun her around, “Did you get it? Did you say yes to a dress?” She kissed his cheek and gushed, “I actually got two dresses.” 

Taylor laughed, “Just want until you see her, Sid. You are going to be amazed.” 

Sidney frowned slightly, “Will you show me? I want to see.”

Evie poked his chest, “No Sir, you do not get to see either one until the big day.”

Sidney wiggled his eyebrows, “But how am I going to imagine you walking down the aisle?”

Evie shook her head vehemently, “No Sir. You get no peeks at the dresses. You can call it my superstition and you must honor it. You try to sneak a peek and I will go touch your sticks before every game or hide your jockstrap!”

Sidney pouted, “You wouldn’t!”

Evie pressed her forehead against his and looked him dead in the eyes, “Try me Crosby.”

An hour later, Sidney exited the elevator to walk towards Evie’s suite. He was grateful that the team had decided to spend the night in New York instead of flying directly back to Pittsburgh. It would allow him to spend a little time with Evie until she flies back to Pittsburgh Saturday before the game against Chicago. She had slipped him the room key outside of the locker room with a sly grin. It made the whole scenario feel a lot more dangerous than it actually was. 

He opened the door to a darkened room. No lights were on except for the bathroom light. “Evie,” he called as he turned on one light, “Where are you?” 

“I’m sorry. There are no Evies here tonight,” she replied coyly. 

Sidney smiled as he walked toward the sound of her voice, “Oh really? Then whose voice do I hear?”

Evie grinned as he opened the door to the luxurious bathroom. “It’s the voice of Mr. Crosby’s Princess,” she teased. Evie sat on the edge of the bathtub as the warm water filled it. She wore nothing but the large tiara she had purchased for the wedding and held a chocolate martini. She stood and walked to Sidney, “Mr. Crosby, I thought you might enjoy a warm bath after your game,” He smiled as she set her drink on the counter and began to unbutton his shirt. She kissed his chest after each button and looked up at him through her eyelashes. 

“Nice tiara,” he said softly.

"Do you like it?" She stepped back and did a slow twirl.

"Very much so," he grabbed her hand as she spun around, "You look like a true princess." 

"Whose princess?" She asked as she went back to work and unbundled his pants. He smiled as she made quick work of undressing him.

"My princess," he moaned as her hand went to his cock as he stepped out of his pants, "Fuck……" He leaned against the counter as she went to her knees. Her hand gently wrapped around the shaft and felt it harden beneath her touch. Her tongue circled the tip as Sidney inhaled with a hiss. "Yes, Princess," he moaned, "Do it just the way I like it." Her mouth opened and she slid his cock into it smoothly. Sidney looked down. The sight of the tiara as it balanced on her head as it bobbed up and down was almost too much for him to bear. His fingers gingerly touched the tiara as she sucked and licked him. "Princess… My Princess is such a good little slut for me," 

Sidney felt himself losing control. The vision of Evie in her tiara ratcheted the fantasy to the next level. His ability to speak was replaced by animalistic grunts and groans. Evie listened intently and anticipated his release. She held it in her mouth. When he finally looked down, she held out her tongue to show him before she swallowed hard. 

His hands gripped her biceps and pulled her to her feet. She smiled sweetly and he ran his thumb over her forehead. He moved it down her temple, across her cheek and then over her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked in between her lips. When she released his thumb, his hand moved behind her head. He pulled her into a kiss. "My princess," he moaned, "I need to fuck you in that tiara. I want to bury my cock deep into you as you wear it."

She smirked before she leaned over the bathroom counter. She spread her legs then looked back at him. Then Evie wiggled her ass as he stroked his cock to bring it back to life. He teased her with the tip before he thrust into her wet and waiting sex. They both gasped before he began pumping his hips. His gasp changed from a pleasurable moan to a thinly veiled wince. She saw the pained expression on his face and stood up. She pushed him back to sit on the ottoman placed in front of the make up mirror. Relief spread across his face. Relief turned into pleasure as she lowered herself down on him in a reverse cowgirl position. She started riding his cock like a piston.

She moaned as his fingers reached around to work their magic on her clit. The second hand brought her torso up to his chest. His mouth went to her neck where he lavished open mouth kisses, sucking softly. Evie's eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. "Don't worry, Princess. I won't mark up your neck. It's too pretty," he whispered into her ear, "Instead I will make you cum all over my cock."

"Please," was the only sound that she could manage as he pushed her forward, tilted her hips and used his hands to push her up and down until his cock began hitting the spot. Her moans became grunts echoing off the cold marble. He whispered his nasty thoughts in her ear- how he couldn't wait to dive under her dress at the wedding and make her shake with desire. As if on cue, her thighs began to tremble. Her body began to collapse before the trembling spread. Sidney's arm wrapped around her waist as she came undone. He followed right behind her. 

Evie stared at Sidney in the mirror. They both clung to each other- short of breath and delirious with desire. When she whispered, “Beso,” he understood immediately. He swooped her in his arms and sat her on the counter. He walked over and added hot water to the bathtub to bring it up to an acceptable temperature. She watched him silently as she reached for her martini and slipped it slowly. She smiled when he walked over and kissed her softly before he removed her tiara. “Let’s go, Mon Etoile,” he said as he carried her to the bath. She stood until he climbed in and took his spot. Then she eased her body down and rested with her back against his chest. He gently lapped bubbles and water over her chest. 

“Evie?” he said softly, trying to gauge her mindset.

“Hmm?” she answered softly. 

“That was really good,” he kissed the back of her head.

“I’m glad you liked it. I was inspired by the tiara,” she said as he massaged his thighs, “which by the way, is the only piece of my wedding attire that you will see until July.” 

“Tell me about Kleinfeld’s. Did they really ask you to be on the show?” he asked. Evie flipped over, adjusted her body between his legs and rested her chin on his chest. She explained in vague details about her experience. She told him about the six dresses that she tried on when he interrupted her. 

“Were you a good girl, Princess? Did you buy your dress without looking at the price tag?” he asked. 

 She kissed his chest “Well, I did have to look at the final price when I paid, but not until then. Does that count?” 

“Very proud of you,” he praised as she rested her head on his chest again. 

Evie suddenly became aware of the time. “Beso,” she said, “You need to get back to your room.”

“Tomorrow is a travel day. They don’t care,” he soothed, “I’ll slip into my room before breakfast. I intend to sleep with my fiancée tonight.” He moved from side to side and slid lower into the tub. 

Evie noticed the grimace as he adjusted himself in the bath. “Is it bothering you?” she asked quietly. Sidney’s sports hernia continued to be problematic. Post game it was usually tender and painful. The intensity of his thrusting exacerbated the impact. 

“Yeah, it’s throbbing now,” he groaned, “The bath will help though.” 

“We’re getting closer to you needing to consider the surgery, right?” she asked, “Now that Geno is back?”

“I am going to hold out for as long as I can- ideally to the All Star break.” he replied. She questioned him. "I need to be healthy for the playoffs and the wedding," he smiled.

"The wedding?" She smiled, "How hard are you planning on wobbling at the reception?"

"Funny…." He pulled her to his lips for a kiss, "I mean honeymoon."

"Mmmm, where are you taking me for our honeymoon," she asked.

"Someplace with a big bed, a big bathtub and nice view," he smiled.

"We need to get that hernia fixed, Beso," she kissed him leisurely.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled as he pressed her into him, "However, I think I can manage another round tonight."

"Let's go," she kissed him and lowered herself on him again.

November 9th- PPG Arena- Pittsburgh

Evie sat next to young Nikita Malkin watching the Penguins attempting to come back from a two to one score against the Chicago Blackhawks. Evie's attention went to Sidney as he was by the boards. He was hit by Gustafson but the collision wasn't that hard. What caught her attention was the pained expression on his face as he skated back into the play. When he headed off the ice after a blocked shot, she knew that something was wrong. Sidney leaving the ice during a game always signaled that something was wrong. Him leaving with a pained expression while the Penguins trailed signaled that something was really wrong.

"Niki," Evie explained to the young boy, "I am going to check on Sid."

"Is he hurt like Papa?" Nikita asked.

Anna and Evie exchanged a look. "Yes, like Papa but not exactly the same."

Evie made her way down to the underbelly of the arena. Various Penguins acknowledged her presence before one of the trainers stopped to say that he was being examined. Then they invited her to wait inside. She heard the sound of Sidney's voice but couldn't make out the exact words. Someone from the staff informed him that Evie was waiting for him.  

The same trainer came out, "He is done for the game. You can come in to see him." Evie walked in as they placed ice bags on Sidney’s groin. As soon they determined that he was set, the training staff left the room to give them some privacy. She walked to the side of the table and leaned against the edge of it.

He wiped sweat from his brow with a towel. "It re-aggravated the hernia," he spoke softly. "They are going to make arrangements for an MRI and ultrasound tomorrow. Then I will see the surgeon in Philly," he explained.

Evie's head popped up at the word surgeon. "In Philly?" she asked.

"Yeah, he is the best doctor," he answered, "Will you come with me?"

Evie leaned forward and pressed head forward to meet his forehead, "Of course."

"Surgery is not decided yet," he asserted, "but we will know more so we can make a decision."

"We?" she asked.

"We're a team, Evie," he said, "Anything this serious needs to be a team decision."

Evie smiled, "but you're the team captain."

"Co-captain," he corrected.

"Co-captain," she agreed.

TUESDAY MORNING-NOVEMBER 12TH- VINCERA INSTITUTE- NAVY YARD- PHILADELPHIA 

The medical assistant came out of the door and said loudly, “Evie? Evie Montgomery?” Evie lifted her head from her book and walked to the door. She followed the medical assistant through the door. Once inside, the medical assistant, Melissa, spoke more freely. “We are through with Sid’s imaging and physical exam. I am going to take you to Dr. Myers’ office. Sid is already there and Dr. Myers will be in a few minutes,” Melissa instructed. Evie nodded and steadied her breathing. 

When the door opened, Sidney pushed himself up out of the chair with a grimace and stood. Evie went to him and he pulled her into a hug. “I’m okay. Don’t worry,” he said softly as she took her seat. He waited until she was seated before he returned to the seat. 

“I don’t understand why they made you do the MRI and ultrasound again,” she asked as Dr. Myers walked into his office. 

“My staff has been with me for years. They know exactly what I need to see in order to make the best diagnosis. I trust the images I get from them more than others. I am glad that we have them,” Dr. Myers answered Evie’s concern as he walked in the door. He stopped and held out his hand to Evie. “I’m Bill Myers,” he introduced himself, “I met Sid during the exam.” 

Evie gulped, “I’m Evie, Sidney’s fiancée. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“No insult taken, Evie. I appreciate the question,” the surgeon said as he went to sit behind his desk. “So the new images give me some good news and some bad news,” he stated plainly. 

Sidney leaned forward, “Give me the bad news.” 

Dr. Myers turned on the computer monitor and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. “It looks like the tear is at minimum a grade four tear and most likely closer to a grade five tear. You need surgery to repair the tear. It will not heal without it.”

Evie matched Sidney’s posture, “What’s the good news?”

Dr. Myers looked directly at Evie, “I am the best at this type of surgery. I can make this repair and he can be back to playing hockey in less than two months.”

Evie spoke softly, “So surgery is unavoidable? It has to get done.” 

Dr. Myers answered, “Sid could rest it enough to play again through the discomfort. He has already shown remarkable ability to play through what must be intense pain. However, eventually it will tear even further and the surgery will be more complex.”

Evie squeezed Sidney’s hand. The trio stared at each other for a moment. Evie looked at Sidney who simply said, “If you have questions, you should ask them.” 

Evie blurted out, “Tell me everything.” 

Dr. Myers smiled, “Of course.” He then spent the next ten minutes explaining the injury to Evie. Then he explained the surgery step by step. He then explained the recovery process. 

Evie looked at Sidney nervously, “Ummmm, what are the risks?” Dr. Myers explained the minimal risks but ended with an ominous warning of potential death under anesthesia. 

Evie choked out, “I’m sorry. What?” 

“It’s small, but it is still a risk,” Dr. Myers explained. 

Evie felt her stomach drop and instantaneously felt light-headed. “Excuse me, excuse me,” she said as she raced to the trash can. The contents of her breakfast came forth in a most unglamorous fashion. Sidney ran to her and held her hair back. "I am sorry," she whispered, "I am so sorry." She sat then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "When? When would it be?" she asked.

"The first available time is Thursday," the surgeon explained.

Sidney looked back and forth between them, "When do you need a decision?"

Dr. Myers, "We will hold the operating room for you until tomorrow at noon."

"You'll have your answer by then," Sidney said to the surgeon. "Come on, Mon Etoile, let's go talk," he whispered.

He took her hand and guided out of the office. They stopped briefly at the restroom so she could rinse her mouth. Then they left the surgery center and got into the car that took them directly to the private jet waiting to take Sidney to meet the team in New York. Evie was silent on the drive and flight. 

It was only after they arrived at the hotel that Sidney pushed the issue. "We need to discuss it, Evie," he stated as he crawled onto the bed and patted the space next to him.

"I'm scared," she said quietly as she climbed next to him.

"Scared of what?" He asked as he took her hand.

"You could die," she whispered.

"Evie, I am not going to die," he answered emphatically.

"He said it was a possibility," she looked at her hands.

"They say that for any surgery," he laughed, "It doesn't mean it will happen."

"They do?" she said in surprise.

"Yes," he turned to her, "you've never had surgery?" She shook her head no. "You thought I might die?" He asked tenderly. She shook her head yes. "Oh Evie, no….." He pulled her into his chest, "It's like one in one hundred thousand." 

She looked up, "What do you want to do, Beso?" 

"I want to take a nap and go watch the game," he squeezed her tight, "Then I want to come back and make love to you."

"About the hernia, Beso," she said.

"We'll decide tonight, after I make you scream my name," he nipped at her neck.

LATER THAT NIGHT- PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

Sidney pushed Evie against the wall of the hotel elevator. His thigh spread her legs as his hand slid under her shirt. They quickly separated when the doors opened. He walked directly behind and pressed against her as she used the key to open the door to his hotel room. “Beso,” she moaned as they entered the room, “Won’t they be pissed that I don’t have my own room. 

“I am not playing, Evie,” he pulled her to him and kissed her neck, “They don’t care.”

“Good,” she panted as they began to strip, “I believe that you have plans.”

He smirked as she won the striptease race and plopped down on the bed. He went to his knee and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Beso!” she giggled as he began to shower her thighs with kisses. The giggles turned to moans as his mouth made contact with her pussy. Her legs went over his bare shoulders and she looked down to see the top of his head. When she began her breathless encouragement, he looked up at her and smiled. Sidney quickly had her soaring on the high of an orgasm. 

He stood and removed his boxers which was the only remaining item of clothing on his body. He crawled with her up the bed until their heads were near the headboard. He got on his side, right next to her and teased her with gentle caresses. He stole a glance below his waist with a slight frown. Evie sat up on her elbows and looked down as well. His cock was distinctly flaccid. She looked up at his face. “Beso?” she questioned. In the fourteen months they had been together, this level of activity had never failed to produce an erection. In fact, most times it was a look or delicate moan in his ear that produced the desired response. 

Evie’s hand went to it and she stroked slowly. Sidney moaned lightly but his cock remained soft. She looked up and asked shakily, “Are you not in the mood?” 

“I am. Give me just a second,” he responded with considerable effort to appear calm when internally he was freaking out. He put his hand around the shaft and gently moved hers out of the way. He stroked with more force with the same result. 

“What if I…. “ she said as she maneuvered herself lower. She licked tentatively before becoming more aggressive. Nothing produced the desired results. 

“Evie,” he said finally, “Evie, I don’t think it’s going to happen.” He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “FUCK!” he groaned loudly. Evie sat up and crawled next to him. “They said that this might be an issue with the hernia.” 

She kissed his shoulder before she looked up at him, “It’s the hernia and not me?”

“Evie….” he said in disbelief, “It is absolutely not you. You usually have the opposite effect on me.”

“So….” she stated.

Sidney bent over and pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed Chris Stewart, head of the Penguins medical staff. "Schedule the surgery," Sidney said without introduction, "first available time." He paused for Chris's response. "Let me know when you have logistics nailed down," he spoke tersely, "of course Evie will accompany me. I'll look for the text."

He put the phone down and rolled over on his side. She did the same. "Sorry about the lack of fucking tonight," he said with a smile.

"It's a good thing you had me seeing God right before that," she caressed his cheek, "Maybe we can try again tomorrow."

"I promise that it's not you," he whispered 

"I'll give you a pass," she whispered back, "this one time."

THURSDAY MORNING-NOVEMBER 14TH- VINCERA INSTITUTE SURGERY CENTER

The nurse left the VIP pre-op suite after inserting the IV drip into the back of Sidney's hand. He was taking particular care to have the medical professionals explain each step of the process to Evie to ease her anxiety. A few minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in to go over last minute details. Dr Myers followed soon after to check in with Sidney.

He turned to Evie. "The surgery should take approximately ninety minutes from the time we start. After I finish up, I'll come give you the update. You are welcome to stay in this suite during the surgery. Do you have any last minute questions?"

Evie blushed and began, "I watched a YouTube video of the surgery." 

"You did what?" Sidney coughed.

"I was nervous and couldn't sleep," she answered. She turned to Dr. Myers. "In the video, it mentioned being careful not to disturb the spermatic cord. Could that impact our ability to have children in the future?" 

Dr. Myers smiled, "Ahhh, I know that video. Yes, I will take great care not to disturb the cord." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Evie," he soothed, "I have done this over twenty thousand times. I haven't nicked the cord once."

Evie teared up, "You might have done it twenty thousand times. That doesn't matter to me. I only care about this time. I only care about Sidney."

The surgeon nodded solemnly, "I will take very good care of him. I will return him to you better than ever." Evie nodded back and he walked out of the room.

The nurse popped in to let them know that the anesthesiologist would be in a few minutes and they would take Sidney back a few minutes later. Sidney patted the bed. She sat down and faced him. Evie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't you die on me, Sidney. Don't you die," she whispered as the tears fell from her eyes

He pushed her up so that he could wipe her tears,"I am going to be fine, Mon Etoile." He took her face in his hands and brought it closer to kiss her tears. "I am not going to die. I will not leave you. I know that you are scared, but I will not leave you," he spoke passionately. His voice lowered to barely above a whisper, "Baby Girl, listen to Daddy. I will NOT LEAVE YOU."

"Promise?" she whispered back.

"Promise," he kissed her firmly.

Evie looked around and whispered, "Okay Daddy, I'll stop freaking out." 

"Good girl," he smiled and caressed her cheek as they pressed their foreheads together.

The anesthesiologist walked in, "It's time for a little happy juice. Then we'll take him back a few minutes after that." He came and injected the sedative into Sidney's IV. "Go ahead and say bye for now," he said. 

Evie watched as the drug started to take effect. A goofy grin spread across his face. "Evie…. Evie- you are so beautiful. I love you so much," he professed. His words slurred "When I wake up, I am going to fuck you so hard...... Yep,gonna tie you up and edge you until you beg for mercy.... Daddy going to give it to his baby Girl"

The nurses and anesthesiologist laughed and Evie rolled her eyes "Yes,Beso....uh huh. Did you forget that there is no sex for three weeks after surgery?"

Sid's bottom lip jutted out, "Just wait until I can. You won't be able to walk the next day."

"Okay, Mr. Crosby-time to go" the nurse said as they started to move his bed out of the room. 

"See, Evie," he nodded his head in their direction, "They don't doubt my abilities. "

Evie walked alongside his bed as they wheeled him down the hall with his hand in her hand. She bent down and kissed his cheek, "You come back to me."

Sidney called back as they pushed him through the double door toward the operating suite, "Bye Evie!!!!"

She wiped her tears and walked back to the suite. She called Trina and Troy to keep them updated. She took about ten minutes to compose herself before pulling her book out to read.

In the hall, Evie heard voices, one with a distinct Russian accent. “No, we play with Sid,” the tall Russian protested when told that only the family could go back to the Pre-Op suite. 

The slightly smaller French Canadian added, “We’re practically family. Go ask Evie.” They followed a nurse to the suite. 

The nurse opened the door in a huff. "These two say they belong to you," she said in a frustrated tone, “I am not supposed to let them in.” 

Evie smiled, “Can you make an exception this time? I’ll keep them quiet.” The nurse looked them over, shook her head and left.

 Kris Letang poked his head in the door sheepishly while Geno entered with a grin. 

"Are we late?" Kris asked, "The drive was longer than I anticipated." He turned to Geno, "SOMEONE had to stop for snacks."

Geno shrugged and held up the bag of convenience store treats. In his other hand, he held a Starbucks cup which he held out to Evie.

"You drove from NYC?" she asked.

"Nooooo," Geno answered, "We take big car here. Tanger snored the entire way."

"I am sorry that you missed Sidney," Evie sighed and sat down, “They just took him back to the operating room. 

"We came for you, not Sid," Letang replied. 

Evie's head popped up in surprise, "Me?'

"Sid told us that you were nervous," Geno said quietly, "We didn't want you to wait alone so we came to sit with you." Evie looked back and forth between the two. A wave of gratitude washed over her. She got up and raced to give them each a hug. Geno squirmed awkwardly, "Don't make it weird, Evie."

Evie laughed, "What did you bring me to eat?"

Geno looked at her, "This all for me."

She shrugged and walked around to the comfiest chair, "This is all for me."

"Fine," he said and handed her the bag of Cheetos. She got up and let him sit in the chair. Kris just rolled his eyes.

TWO HOURS LATER

There was a soft knock on the Pre-Op suite. Dr. Myers walked in as Evie, Kris and Geno looked up from their phones. In his hands, he held color photos of hernia and the repair to it. He looked at the two additions in confusion before he recognized their faces.

"Evie," he smiled, "I have been given very strict instructions to let you know that Sid is alive." Evie smiled in relief. "Surgery went well. The tear was a little worse than I anticipated, but we were able to get reattached," he explained. Evie took a deep breath and he interrupted her thought. "The sperminal cord is intact. I made sure not to touch it," he smiled.

"I am sorry, Dr. Myers," she frowned, "I don't mean to doubt your abilities. It's just that….. Sidney means the world to me."

"I can tell," he patted Evie's hand. "He'll be in recovery for another thirty minutes or so. They will bring him back here. That's if we can keep him away that long. He has been asking for you non-stop."

"Oh really?" Evie smiled.

"Tell Evie that I'm alive. I am coming back to her. She's worried. Go tell Evie I'm okay. Did you tell Evie yet?" The surgeon mimicked Sidney and laughed. "Now I can go give him the report that you have been told. I have never been more bossed around by a patient post-surgery in my entire career."

"Well, that's Sidney," she sighed while Geno laughed, "He can be quite insistent at times." After the surgeon left, Evie dialed Trina with the update. 

Evie heard Sidney before she saw him. "Are you taking me to Evie? I need to see Evie. She is worried about me," he rambled loudly. "Have you seen Evie? She is MY PRINCESS. I love her so much. She is going to be MY WIFE," he declared as they wheeled him back into his suite. He turned to where she stood, waiting for his return.

"Evie!! I came back. I said I would," he said cheerfully, obviously flying high on painkillers. He turned to the nurses, "This is Mon Etoile. She is so beautiful." They smiled, hoping to appease his need to brag about her, as they got him settled back on his bed. 

When they left, Evie rushed to his side. She sat on the side of his bed and leaned forward to press her forehead to his. She whispered a prayer to herself. "Evie, what are you saying?" he asked loudly. 

"I said a thank you prayer to God," she kissed his cheek, "You are safe and sound, just like you said that you would be." Sidney rewarded her with a big smile. "Look who came to see you," Evie nodded her head toward Kris and Geno.

Sidney smiled even bigger, "Hey Buddies!" He held out his hand for a high five. "Look Evie, it's my buddies. I love my buddies. They came to see me."

"We came to see Evie " Geno laughed, "You're bonus." Sidney smiled. Geno said more seriously, "How are you feeling, my friend?" 

"No pain now. Ask me later," Sidney answered. "Thanks for coming to stay with Evie. She was pretty nervous," 

"Apparently, if you bring her coffee and Cheetos, she's fine," Kris offered.

Evie blushed. Sidney pushed himself up. He put his hand on her face. "Hey you," he said softly, "I am pretty high right now, but are you okay? You aren't worried anymore? I came back. I'll always come back to you. Please don't worry anymore."

"I am good, Beso. I am relieved-that is all," she whispered, "I love you more than anything."

"I love you most," he whispered, "my WIFE. Well, soon…. How soon Evie?"

"Almost eight months," she smiled, "Only eight more months."

"I don't want to wait eight months. I want you to be my wife NOW," he declared dramatically, "I NEED you to be my wife NOW!" 

Kris and Geno looked on awkwardly. They waffled between from disbelief at Sidney's emotional vulnerability to suppressing the urge to mock him for it. They decided to let it be. 

"Shhhh, Beso," she shut him up with a kiss, "Time will fly by. You don't want to miss your bachelor party."

Kris and Geno perked up at the mention of the bachelor party. Sid stuck out his finger and wagged it at the two of them. "No strippers. I don't want to see naked women," he huffed, "No naked women for me. I promised Evie."

"You are no fun, Sid," Kris laughed, although the idea of no strippers didn't upset him. 

Geno, on the other hand, had other ideas. "I plan the bachelor party. We do it in Miami during All Star break," he said confidently. 

"What if we have to play?" Kris asked.

"Then we move to the end of season" Geno scoffed, "I am not getting picked and Sid is not getting picked. You should start tanking to avoid being picked. What do you think Sid?"

Sid grinned, looked back and forth between his friends, then gave them a thumbs up. Evie shook her head and stood up. "Okay, thank you for coming but Sidney should focus on resting now," she spoke firmly. They stood up quickly. Both gave Sidney a fist bump.

"Get some rest, Sid" Geno said, "We take care of the team until you come back." Geno then went back and gave him a hug.

After they left, Sidney patted the bed next to him. “Come here, Evie,” he said softly. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come closer,” he urged as he pushed up and scooted to the right. His move gave her enough room to lay next to him on the bed. Her head slumped onto his shoulder as he grabbed her hand. “Hopefully, they let me out soon so that you can get some rest,” he pondered. 

Evie yawned, “I’m fine, Beso- totally fine.”

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed as her eyes fluttered shut. He listened to the sound of her breaths as she went from merely dozing to a full-on sleep. He followed suit soon after. 

They were awoken an hour later by the nurse coming with the discharge papers. An orderly wheeled Sidney outside to the waiting SUV. They were whisked away to their suite at the Ritz Carlton.

They had a light dinner at the large dining room table. 

It took a while to get Sidney settled into bed to sleep. After much debate, Sidney refused to utilize the hospital bed that had been delivered by the team. Evie argued that it would be easier for him to get in and out of the hospital bed. He refused based on the fact he would not be able to sleep WITH her. Eventually Evie conceded defeat out of sheer exhaustion. They both faded off to sleep within minutes.

The sound of the television woke Evie up from her sleep. She looked over and Sidney was not in bed. "Beso," she called softly. Her eyes scanned the room with no sight of him. She got up and walked into the living room where Sidney sat stiffly on the couch. "Beso," she repeated, "What are you doing?"

He turned to her and she saw tears in his eyes. She scrambled to get to him and knelt at his side. "Are you in pain?" she asked. He nodded his head yes. She did the mental math. "Oh no, you're late on getting your pain meds. Why didn't you wake me up?" She went to the bathroom and found the pills. She placed them in his hand, "Here you go."

He took the pills and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mon Etoile," he whispered, "I tried to find it myself but I got tired. Then I couldn't get back into bed…." Tears flowed from his eyes. "I didn't realize it would be this bad," he whined, "I didn't know it would be this much pain."

"Beso, it will be okay," Evie got up and wiped his tears, "It's going to be okay." 

"It's not okay," he continued, “Now you are awake and have to take care of me- like I’m a fucking invalid.”

“Stop it,” she said firmly, which made him look up. “Which is worse- this pain or the pain of the hernia?”

“The hernia pain was sharper,” he admitted.

“That’s right,” she added, “We made a mistake and did not keep you medicated the way you needed to be. We both know better now. When did you wake up?” He told her time. “So we need to take the medicine every four hours. I will set a timer for it. Do you want to wait here until the pill kicks in?”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me like a baby,” he faltered. 

“Hey, look at me,” she interjected, “Remember those vows? In sickness and in health. Sidney- this is it. This is what that means. Don’t tell me for a second that you wouldn’t do the same for me if I was in pain. You take care of me and I take care of you.”

“In sickness and in health,” he looked at her and smiled.

“In sickness and in health,” she smiled back, “Now let’s get you up and into bed. When that pill kicks in, you are going to get sleepy and I can’t carry you to bed.” He nodded and complied. “Okay, hold my hand and let’s stand up.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch. “Do you need to pee while we’re up?” she questioned. 

“No, Mom,” he joked as they walked slowly. They worked together to get him back into bed and comfortably positioned. She got back into bed on the other side. “Can you move closer?” he asked, “So I can touch you while I sleep?” 

Evie smiled and scooted across the large bed until she was within his touch. She adjusted the pillows and then gingerly placed a pillow over his bandaged incision. “There, now I don’t have to worry about accidentally hitting it,” she assured before she moved closer to rest her head on his elevated chest. He responded with a contented sigh. “How is the pain?” she asked. 

“Getting better,” he responded. 

“Let’s talk about happy things to distract us,” she suggested, “What are you looking forward to doing soon? I’ll go first.” He began to gently caress her arm as she spoke. “I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. You’re going to invite the team over, right? I can’t wait to cook up a storm and spend the day hanging out watching football and eating. Now your turn.”

“I am looking forward to the wedding,” he divulged, “I can’t wait to see you in your princess dress, walking down the aisle in your tiara, then holding my hands as we say our vows. Everyone will be watching us. It’s gonna be the best day of my life.”

“The best day of your life?” she questioned, “Better than winning the cups or the Gold Medal? I can’t believe that.”

“Evie, every year twenty three players win the Stanley cup. Every four years twenty three players win a gold medal in ice hockey,” Sidney explained, “but there is only one man who gets to marry you. Only one man gets to spend his life loving you and being loved by you. That’s me- so damn straight, our wedding day will be the best day of my life, at least until we have children.” He bent his head to kiss her forehead.

“Beso, you’ll make me cry,” she gushed. “That’s eight months away,” she added before she questioned, “What are you looking forward to sooner than that?”

“Hmmmm, it’s after midnight, right?” he pondered, “That means in two weeks and six days I can make love to you again. We can test out if all the equipment is still operational.”

“I am glad that you have your priorities straight,” she laughed, “At least I beat out getting on the ice.” 

“Hey, I said wedding first,” he countered. Then he stared into Evie’s eyes when a light bulb went off in his head. “Hand me my phone,” he asked excitedly, “I have an idea.” She gingerly leaned over his chest and grabbed his phone. She watched as he pulled up the calendar. She saw him counting days and looked up with a big grin. 

“Do you know when my three weeks of celibacy is up?” he questioned.

“Our three weeks of celibacy you mean?” she teased, “Ummm, no- let me think.”

“It’s two days before the engagement party,” he smiled. “I have an idea, Evie. It’s crazy but I think it will work.” Evie eyed him suspiciously, convinced that he had some sort of elaborate idea for the playroom. He, instead, pitched his idea excitedly. She frowned at first as she listened, unsure of what he proposed. Then the vision became clearer and she smiled. The idea was shocking at first, but brilliant she admitted to herself. “What do you think?” he asked. 

“I think that it’s crazy, but I think we should do it,” she beamed.

“Really,” he asked, thrilled that she was even considering it. 

“Yes, let’s make your masterplan a reality,” cheered, “Let’s do it!”

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Book lady gets a book question - is there anything recently released or coming out soon that you’re looking forward to?

Okay, yes, book lady would like to talk about books! Believe it or not, I do actually read more than X-Men and Agatha Christie, lol.

Omg, my TBR is so long... Here's what's at the top of the list (in no order):

The Busy Body by Kemper Donovan : It's a dream assignment. Former Senator Dorothy Gibson, aka that woman, is the most talked-about person in the country right now, though largely for the wrong reasons. As an independent candidate for President of the United States, Dorothy split the vote and is being blamed for the shocking result. After her very public defeat, she's retreated to her home in rural Maine, inviting her ghostwriter to join her.

The Cautious Traveller's Guide to the Wastelands by Sarah Brooks: It is the end of the 19th Century and the world is awash with marvels. But there is nothing so marvellous as the Wastelands: a terrain of terrible miracles that lies between Beijing and Moscow. Nothing touches this abandoned wilderness except the Great Trans-Siberian Express: an impenetrable train built to carry cargo across continents, but which now transports anyone who dares to cross the shadowy Wastelands.

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji : Students from a university mystery club decide to visit an island which was the site of a grisly multiple murder the year before. Predictably, they get picked off one by one by an unseen murderer. Is there a madman on the loose? What connection is there to the earlier murders? The answer is a bombshell revelation which few readers will see coming.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes: Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death.

Everyone On This Train is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson : When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invited me to their crime-writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Obviously, that didn’t pan out.

Less by Andrew Shawn Greer : PROBLEM: You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the mail: your boyfriend of the past nine years now engaged to someone else. You can’t say yes--it would all be too awkward--and you can’t say no--it would look like defeat. On your desk are a series of half-baked literary invitations you’ve received from around the world. QUESTION: How do you arrange to skip town? ANSWER: You accept them all.

The Inheritance Trilogy by NK Jemisin : Yeine Darr is an outcast from the barbarian north. But when her mother dies under mysterious circumstances, she is summoned to the majestic city of Sky. There, to her shock, Yeine is named an heiress to the king. But the throne of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is not easily won, and Yeine is thrust into a vicious power struggle.

Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson : It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them.

Sandman by Neil Gaiman : In PRELUDES & NOCTURNES, an occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey, Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all-powerful madman.

In a Great Green Room by Amy Gary : The extraordinary life of the woman behind the beloved children’s classics Goodnight Moon and The Runaway Bunny comes alive in this fascinating biography of Margaret Wise Brown. Margaret’s books have sold millions of copies all over the world, but few people know that she was at the center of a children’s book publishing revolution. Her whimsy and imagination fueled a steady stream of stories, book ideas, songs, and poems and she was renowned for her prolific writing and business savvy, as well as her stunning beauty and endless thirst for adventure.

How to be Perfect by Michael Shur : Most people think of themselves as “good,” but it’s not always easy to determine what’s “good” or “bad”—especially in a world filled with complicated choices and pitfalls and booby traps and bad advice. Fortunately, many smart philosophers have been pondering this conundrum for millennia and they have guidance for us. With bright wit and deep insight, How to Be Perfect explains concepts like deontology, utilitarianism, existentialism, ubuntu, and more so we can sound cool at parties and become better people.

Okay, that's a ton of books, but I have about fifty-ish that I own and haven't read yet. Because I have a problem...

Also -- the sequel to House on the Cerulean Sea and of course Gail Simone's run on Uncanny X-Men.

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This Will Be the Day

The journey to Unova, to the Pokémon World Tournament, comes with more stipulations than Tate is really ready for.

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Tate’s never been this far outside of Hoenn before. A few years ago he and Liza and their parents went out to visit a cousin for her wedding, but it was some small island just barely outside of Hoenn’s waters and they didn’t even take a plane so it doesn’t really count. A few months ago he thinks Mom said something about Hoenn annexing that island, whatever that means, but he’s pretty sure that the little island really doesn’t count towards his travel history anymore.

Maybe that’s why he’s so excited when he and Liza get those gold-trimmed envelopes in the mail, inviting them out to Unova to compete in some fancy tournament. And then he finds out that every other gym leader in Hoenn got invited too and it's just that much cooler.

It takes forever to get all the boring stuff all planned out. The league has like, twice the number of meetings than they usually do to make sure everyone’s ready and that the elite four will be good looking after the region while they’re all gone, and then it's more meetings to actually set up transport and stuff. Winona is the one who does the most work with that, so he and Liza usually end up playing cards with Flannery during those meetings.

But, eventually, they’re given a date and a time to meet up at the airport and Tate’s so excited he hardly sleeps during the days leading up to it. The day they leave Liza has to remind him to bring his pokémon with him because he’s so desperate to get out.

Traveling far isn’t as fun as Tate thought it would be, especially because Juan made everyone wait fifteen minutes so he could get a stupidly expensive coffee from one of the airport cafés. And the airport is crowded and no matter how hard he tries to block them out the voices are overwhelming— it feels like an Exploud is throwing a tantrum within the confines of his skull. Liza notices, taking him by the hand and finding a somewhat-secluded corner of the waiting gate. Things aren’t much better there, but it’s something.

Plus, during the super long flight to Unova, he and Liza got stuck sitting next to Wattson. And even if he’s really nice, Wattson snores super loud. Liza manages to sleep through it but he couldn’t, spending the whole flight with a pillow clamped over his ears and his eyes screwed shut, trying to sleep.

Nimbasa is big and loud, and if it weren’t for Brawly snagging him by the scruff Tate probably would’ve been swept away by a particularly large group of tourists thundering their way through the airport. He mumbles a thank you and finds Liza, linking their hands together and letting her drag him along with the rest of the group. At some point they get onto a subway for just a few stops, and when they emerge they’re in a completely different city. Roxanne tells him it's called Driftveil.

There’s someone important-looking with a big hat and two assistants standing to attention waiting for them outside of the station, and he takes a moment to shake everyone’s hand before they start. They’re sun-damaged and scarred, and when Tate reaches out to shake his hand, he can feel the roughness of the man’s palms. The man turns to Liza, shakes her hand too, and Tate can’t help but wonder how many times he’s broken the pinky on his left hand: it sticks out at such an odd angle it had to have been at least twice. He wonders where the gem on his hat is from too, but both of those things don’t seem like something he should be asking.

The man starts talking and Tate doesn’t pay much attention to what’s said, stifling a yawn in his fist and trying his best to keep up with the rest of the group without tripping over the cracks in the pavement or stepping in any of the puddles forming from all the rain. The man guides them into their hotel and hands over the keycards to their rooms, and the group disperses.

He and Liza get a room on the third floor and while she fusses with her hair in the bathroom, Tate drops his bags on one of the beds and sits down at the little table next to the window. Peeling back the blinds and gazing out, he’s greeted with a view of the harbor. The drizzle from before has picked up and now rain comes down in steady sheets; Tate likes the sound it makes as it hits the window.

Distantly, he hears the door open and click shut, and Tate can feel Liza’s presence retreating down the hall, her voice in his head growing quieter. He reaches out, questioning; her response is swift and gentle. He’s tempted to follow, but doesn’t. If she does need something, he’ll know. The steady thrum of the rain against the window pulls him close to sleep, eyelids growing heavy and his mind filling with fog. He’s teetering the line between wakefulness and slumber, the dull drizzle echoing in his ears and drowning out the psychic sound of the other people in the hotel.

Before he finally slips into slumber, the lock clicks and the door opens again, Liza padding back into the room.

“I got the schedule,” she explains, waving a piece of paper at him as she joins Tate by the window. The paper makes a funny sound as it wobbles back and forth. “Battles won’t actually start until the day after tomorrow, and we won’t know the order or anything until then.”

Tate hums.

“Clay, the gym leader here, said that if we need any held items or berries or anything we should just tell him. Since we couldn’t really take a lot of that stuff on the plane.”

Tate worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “Could I get… liechi, wacan, colbur, ganlon, kasib and sitrus berries? Enough for all of the battles I have to do.”

“I don’t see why not.” She shrugs. “I’ll figure out what I want and we’ll get a list out to him tomorrow.”

Slowly, Tate’s mind returns to him. “When’s the doubles tournament?”

Liza takes her hair out of its bun, setting the ribbon down on the table. A strange, static feeling arcs its way through Tate’s limbs, and she doesn’t meet his eyes. “There isn’t one. It’s just singles.”

All at once, he snaps back to attention, ice-cold panic pumping through his veins. Tate tries not to let it show on his face but that doesn’t matter, he can’t hide anything, not from Liza.

“Oh.”

“It’s not gonna be the end of the world, Tate,” she assures, but her voice wavers nonetheless. “I’ve still got you with me, even if we’re not battling together. That’s gonna be enough; has to be, at least.”

He doesn’t say anything. What could he? He knows she can tell, can feel his panic, see the anxiety as it chews away at his core.

“Maybe if we get on Clay’s good side, we can convince him to set up a doubles round for next year. And I mean, we got this! When we kick butt in the singles rounds it’ll just prove to everyone else how much better we are. And we’ll be battling separate for the tourney— you know how much better we’ll do together? Ooh, I just know that Norman is going to want to do a mini-tournament when we get back to Hoenn: we can finally knock Glacia down a few pegs.”

“I still don’t really get what your issue is with her.”

“You don’t have to, you just have to help me destroy her.”

“Okay, fine.”

“You wanna know what else I found out when I went down there?” Liza wiggles her eyebrows, grinning.

Despite himself, a smile starts to creep across his face. “…What?”

“Room service bills are gonna be paid by the league.” Liza launches herself onto the bed and crawls towards the nightstand, snatching up the menu. “And I don’t know about you but I’m definitely in the mood for some cake.”

With a giggle, Tate joins her on the bed, peeking over Liza’s shoulder and squinting down to read the menu. “What do you think a baked Alaska is?”

“Why should I know?” She flips to the other side of the menu, scanning the gold-foil text. “But what I’m hearing is that we should order one and find out.”

“What? No!”

“If we don’t like it we can just send it down to Juan. He’ll probably like it.”

“Okay, well, if we’re getting something for him I want—”

“It’s not for him, he’s just the backup if it’s gross,” Liza corrects.

“Then what do I get?”

“I dunno? You pick!”

[pansy-chic27213]

A Zelda Wedding 🛡️⚔️🌱🏺

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Setting: The wonderful thing about Zelda is that you could have this wedding literally anywhere and it would work. Cathedral with stained glass windows? Temple of Time. Overgrown green forest? Lost Woods/Kokiri Forest. Grand Canyon? Gerudo Desert. Beach? Outset Island. Literally any location works for this. You could get married in a volcano! Pick somewhere that matches the feel you want for your wedding.

Decorations: Again, there are many aesthetics that fit with the Zelda series, though you’ll probably lean medieval Europe. And if you weren’t able to have you wedding at a certain location, you can still incorporate those elements, like standalone faux stained glass windows or potted pine trees. I recommend leaning into royal purple and forest green, to represent Zelda and Link and make your theming more obvious to your guests. But you could easily lean into the crystal and water aesthetic for the Zora, the snowy-feathery vibes of the Rito, the gold and jewels of the Gerudo, or the rocky-earthy decor of the Gorons. Or you could have designated sections for each aesthetic! As long as you pick a color palette and stick with it, you can get a lot of Zelda theming just out of mixing different textures and materials. Add in a Master Sword and a Hylian shield, and you can have a classy wedding that could lean more subtle or more nerdy.

Entertainment: Zelda is well known for the series’ incredible music. Don’t be afraid to not only have your guests dance the night away, but also to do “who can guess the song” trivia. If you have friends or family members who play musical instruments, you might even challenge them to play songs from the series (though you also need to think about the guests’ comfort transporting instruments). You could have a slingshot challenge, a LARP sparring area, a Korok scavenger hunt/puzzle game, and so much more! You could also do a blind raffle based on one of the series’ chest lottery games, where you put prizes in three different closed boxes and guests use tickets to vote for one they want the chance to bring home.

Food: Zelda, as far as I’m aware, is one of the easiest fandoms to find real-life versions of in-game food. There are several cookbooks dedicated to the various in-game recipes, not to mention to numerous blogs and YouTube videos where people try to create their own versions. Pick a season and try to build a themed meal around those flavors. I would like to throw in a quick promo for Aimee Wood’s Unofficial Legend of Zelda Cookbook, which I backed on Kickstarter a couple years ago. It’s an incredibly well designed cookbook, with most recipes having some kind of vegan or gluten-free options, and there’s a sections for themed cocktails, which can be made either alcoholic or non-alcoholic. I still make milk tea from Aimee’s recipe every-time I have friends over.

Overall, Zelda is a series about being silly and having a classic adventure. Think about what makes you happy, and incorporate the elements that are important to you and your spouse.

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To Honor and To Cherish | Aemond Targaryen x You | Chapter XXVIII

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You slip back into your daily routine at the Red Keep so easily that it feels like you never left. Of course, there are some alterations - for instance, you and Aemond still visit the training yard together, but your archery lessons are greatly curtailed as you continue to rebuild your stamina.

A couple days after your return, Ser Cole and the other Kingsguard members surprise you with a thoughtful gift - a specially made bow intended to be used from a seated position. The Kingsguard also present you with a new set of arrows to take the place of the old, imperfect set your instructor had cobbled together from around the training yard.

These new arrows are adorned with black, red, and white fletching. Ser Cole sheepishly explains that the coloration is intended to signify that House Targaryen (the black and red) and the Kingsguard (the white) have dedicated themselves to your protection. Aemond appears genuinely moved by the kindheartedness shown by the Kingsguard members, while you respond by embracing Ser Cole in a grateful hug.

Queen Alicent has thrown herself full-on into planning the wedding festivities. She confides in you that Crown Princess Rhaneyra handled most of the arrangements for her sons’ weddings, and you can tell that taking personal responsibility for planning this ceremony is very important to her. Rather than poetry readings and embroidery, your afternoons with the queen are now spent discussing the menu and finalizing the guest list.

Aemond is often present during these planning sessions, though his only request is that the wedding be held on Dragonstone. The island holds no special memories for him, but Aemond’s rationale is simple: Dragonstone is where Helaena is at her happiest, and he wants to ensure that his beloved elder sister is able to enjoy the festivities. Queen Alicent agrees that this arrangement would be ideal, and Jacaerys and Helaena soon send word by raven that they will be happy to host the ceremony.

Aegon is less interested in wedding planning than his mother - until, that is, you ask him one day over lunch how his basement brewery scheme is coming along.

“Do you think any liquor will be ready by the time of the wedding?” you ask. “If so, we’d love to serve it to the guests - wouldn’t we, Aemond?”

Aemond responds with a “Hm,” but that is confirmation enough for Aegon, who drags both you and his brother off to the library to research bottling techniques that would allow the inaugural brew to be transported to Dragonstone.

“I should have thought that the brewmaster, not the customer, would be responsible for the bottling,” Aemond jests at one point.

“I should have thought that the groom would be responsible for ensuring his guests have enough to drink!” Aegon responds, playfully throwing a book in his brother’s general direction. After a beat, Aemond rolls his eye with mock impatience at Aegon’s shenanigans, and the three of you burst out laughing.

Before long, Aegon and Sunfyre begin delivering freshly-brewed Red Keep spirits to Dragonstone, along with whatever other wedding supplies Queen Alicent sends to the Dragonpit for transport. Other members of the royal family also get co-opted into the preparations - when Crown Prince Daemon travels to check on Silverwing’s latest clutch of eggs, he finds himself forced to transport the queen’s favorite tablecloths. On his way out of the Red Keep, you hear the crown prince loudly announcing his certainty that Dragonstone already has perfectly serviceable table linens. (Crown Princess Rhaenyra reassures you later that her husband was just being dramatic.)

Aemond redoubles his efforts with Lord Yarwyck on the Guildhall project, which reaches completion around the time that your guardian arrives back in King’s Landing. Both of you are able to attend the feast celebrating the project’s conclusion. King Viserys attends, but it is Crown Princess Rhaenyra who heaps the highest praises on the fruits of her brother’s labor.

Wedding planning aside, Queen Alicent is also concerned with making sure that you are well equipped to embark on married life. She summons the finest dressmakers from King’s Landing to the Red Keep so that you, she, and Aemond can commission a new wardrobe for you. You feel a bit undeserving of all this special attention, but Queen Alicent assures you that your happiness is well worth it. For his part, Aemond seems content to watch you model the various colors, fabrics, and fits.

But no matter how many times you twirl around in the mirror and ask Aemond what he thinks, his answers are always variations of the same thing:

“You look radiant, Y/N.”

“I cannot imagine you looking lovelier than you do now.”

“Y/N, you are the most beautiful maiden in the Seven Kingdoms.”

And, by the way he looks at you and the tone of his voice, you know that Aemond means every word.

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empty balcony while a party goes on inside. // lark & raph

The music was fair and dainty through the glass windows and curtains that covered the open doors, but it was dull enough to allow one's ears to relax without thousands of voices mingling in conversation and praise for the evening's splendours and shares of food, business deals and connections for those new and invited. The wedding was a wonderful thing, with every piece of ivory and gold dripped over Lark's beauty, enhanced by their very own traditions, be it shifting skin tones like marble or their eyes twisting into emerald replicas of his own to show his devotion. The night would be nothing Raphael would ever-ever forget. To be granted such a beauty in his time as Lord of this Kingdom - but it was one of the many policies he couldn't deny out of goodwill. It was to secure the boarders, to show his people that times of peace were to remain, and a long family would take on the lineage of Lordship here…

Still, Raphael regretted it naught, after all, his Husband now, breathed with agreement to the arrangement. A little off, one could say, within reason for such things, but it was the times. These lands thrived with things the outside world didn't understand much… Still, they were one of the many oddities from Aarphine after all. Not just his people came here, but his entire island - taken from their world and transported here. In the middle of the pacific seas of 'Earth'. His lands no longer fought harsh endless winters of ash and dragon filled skies - but a peaceful heat that blared away their cold jaded hearts… Of course, as welcoming as the Earth was in her reach for them, the humans took many years to get used to the idea of a new religious faction, more species, more oddities in the world, but it took its place.

Blinking his thoughts aside, however, when he felt the presence of his true companion, the War Orc turned with ease to greet their wedded. Staring upon their beauty through ivory and red curtains, and smiling with intense adoration. "My love." A mitt, large and clothed in black gloves, stark against his red evening wear and black vest. Covered in gold chains and more, but his finger covered in their shared ring of eternal promise. "You tire?" He understood the feeling, easing to guide his love towards the seating arrangements outside so that he could set Lark into place. Moving to with ease, kneel before them and take a foot into palms to release from shoe and rub the ache away as lips press to their knee.

"If you need to take your leave early, Love - you are allowed it. This ball is taking a long time to quieten." He chuckled, tired himself with the amount of faces and congratulations he had to get through from those far and wide. His Husband needn't force himself to mingle any more, should he be tired now. They had many years ahead of them to invite those outside within to learn of new boundaries and policies on top of business proposals. "Shall we escape together, love? This balcony is barely troublesome." He jested though, at heart, it was very much a thing he'll do if agreed upon.

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Fresh Watermelon White Wine Spritzer

This drink is perfect for all couples who love a good glass of wine at the end of the day. Plus, it's pretty easy to make, so your wedding venue's bartenders won't have a long line all night long — it requires only white wine, club soda, lime slices, and frozen cubed watermelon.

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Classic Aperol Spritz

You can't go wrong with the classic Aperol spritz. The popular cocktail tastes and looks like Summer in Italy, and only requires four ingredients: Aperol, Prosecco, club soda and a slice of fresh orange.

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Tequila Sunrise

This Summer cocktail is as beautiful as its name. Delicate and delicious, this drink is refreshing without being too strong. If you are having a beach wedding, this drink might just match the Summer sunset on your wedding night — or at least make for an amazing Instagram prop.

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Frozen Peach Sangria

It's frozen, it's fruity, and it's easy — the perfect Summer wedding cocktail trifecta! Your guests will feel transported to a tropical island, even if your wedding is nowhere near the beach.

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The Hugo

The perfect Summer wedding drink doesn't exist . . . oh, wait, hold on. Mix together fresh mint, elderflower concentrate, Prosecco, and some lime, and you have this amazing cocktail everyone will love.

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Frozen Pineapple Margaritas

These tequila spiked pineapple margaritas are the perfect match for a Summer beach wedding, and are a definite crowd pleaser.

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The Gold Rush Cocktail

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