"This music is crap!" I laughed as I listened to the first two songs. I would never play something like this in my club. It sounded like it was thrown together with a PC computer or something. "Maybe the next song will be better," Alicia laughed. "I can only hope so, there's only three songs on the whole CD." I pushed next before the previous song had even finished. The music began to fill my apartment and I instantly turned it up. I felt myself pumping my shoulders forward with the music, if this song wasn't already a hit, it was going to be. "No shit, I heard this song on the radio today at work." I looked over at Alicia shocked. This guy was on the radio and he wanted to work with me? Why would he want to work with me?
As my fingers ran over the numbers on my phone I was trying to think what I wanted to say, but I had no idea. "Hello?" I went searching for words, "uhh . . ." "Hello?!" "Sorry, is this Kevin, this is Lillianah from Diesel, you gave me your card." There was a little bit of silence like he was trying to remember who I was. "I was hoping you would call. So what do you say, want to make beautiful music together?" Even though he was on the phone I was embarrassed I was blushing. "We can definitely talk about it, that third song is killer, the other two could use some sprucing up." I wasn't going to flat out tell him the music sucked, as much as I wanted to. "That's why I approached you, I know you can mix those songs into hits." There I go blushing again. "Okay, well can you meet me at the club tomorrow, say around noon?" "Sure." I wrote myself a quick note on things I wanted to bring with me and ended the conversation. Alicia looked at me with a huge smile on her face. "What?" I asked laughing. "This could be your ticket kid, don't screw up." I continued laughing, this was just going to be a meeting to see what I could do with him music, not a career.
The kitchen needed to be cleaned, but I wasn't going to get off the couch, I would let the guys do that when they came over. I was a little bit nervous, Max had asked if him and some of the guys could come to my place for dinner before they left for a short five day road trip. I wasn't going to turn him down, I wanted to see Max, and get to know his teammates a little better. Right on the dot there was a knock on the door. "It's open!" I shouted and Max came rolling in, bee-lining his lips to mine. I looked past him to see Eyelashes, Mr. Miserable, Cutie and Sidney. I watched as Sidney turned around and shut the door behind him. Holy crap that boy has an ass on him. Max sat next to me on the couch and I whispered into his ear, "I have a nickname for Crosby now." "Oh yeah and what's that?" He asked laughing looking straight at Sidney who looked very confused. I held my hand up as I whispered, "baby" into his ear. "Because he is one?" "No, because baby got back! DAMN!" We both started laughing as Sidney glared us down. "Are you guys making fun of my rather large gluteus maximus?" I could only nod my head as I continued to laugh. "Lil has nicknames for all of us." Max explained and everyones eyes lit up. "Well, what are they?" Marc asked. "Alright fine, I like keeping them to myself, but I guess I could let you guys in on it. Marc you're 'eyelashes', Kris you're 'Mr. Miserable', sorry. Tyler you're 'cutie' and Sidney I just gave you 'baby', it took me a while to get one for you. These were your nicknames before I even met Max mind you. Max's is 'ring leader'." I looked from each guy and could see Tyler hiding behind his hand, which made me laugh even more. Laughing was a good thing, healthy for the heart. I could only hope the guys continue to come around.
Sitting on the couch I watched as the guys started walking out the door, but Kris hung back a little bit. "Why am I Mr. Miserable?" He asked with some fear in his voice. I looked him straight in the eye and smiled, "everytime I see you at the club you don't look like you want to be there, you're never smiling. Sorry Kris, after tonight though I might have to change your nickname with Tyler's." A huge smile came over his face and he bent over to give me a hug. I watched as he walked out and Max sat down next to me. "What do you want to do tonight?" He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulders. How I missed his touch so much. I wanted to feel him, all of him, that's what I wanted to do. "I want to try something, come to the bedroom with me," I smiled before giving him a sultry kiss.
"I'm going to ask her to move in with me." Flower went silent and I looked up at him just in time for him to burst out into laughter. "What? I'm being serious here." Flower sat down next to me still laughing. Then all of a sudden he stopped laughing and punched me in my thigh. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're going to ask a commitment phobe to move in with you after two and a half months?!" I looked right into Flower's eyes as I rubbed my thigh where he hit me. I could only nod my head. "That's suicide Max, you don't want to do that." "How?" I was started to get mad, I wasn't asking for his advice, I was just telling him what I planned on doing. "What happens if you guys break up? Are you going to leave her homeless?" I looked at him with a blank expression on my face and he got up from the bench and walked away. Maybe, just maybe Flower has a point.
"Damnit, you guys are assholes, every single one of you!" This whole 'let's shoot pucks at Max when he skates out onto the ice' was getting pretty old. "You're stupid to ask her to move in with you," Crosby laughed as he skated by me taking a few of the pucks resting at my feet. "Flower, what the hell!" He shrugged his shoulders and skated away. Okay so maybe I was getting ahead of myself. There was nothing I wanted more than to come home after a road trip to her lounging around my apartment though. "When do you parents get here?" Flowers voice snapped me out of my trance. "Week and a half." "Have you told her yet?" I thought about it for a minute. "No actually, I haven't. Shit."
The boys and I headed to Lil's place for dinner before we left for the short roadtrip. I loved that she was getting along so well with the boys. They were family to me, and it only made me smile knowing she could make fun of them as much as I could. Well she was making fun of Sidney's ass, but that's the same thing. Whenever I had a girl I was dating hang out with me and the boys, she tended to stay away from me and flirt with my teammates in front of me. Yet here was Lillianah, cuddled up next to me on the couch, whispering deadly insults about my teammates into my ear. There was no denying it now, no second guessing, no thinking I was crazy. I'm definitely in love with this woman. "Have you guys seen Lil's newest tattoo?" I asked as my fingers played with the edge of her shirt. "Oh come on Max," she laughed elbowing me in the side. "New tattoo? Really? Where?" Kris asked. Lillianah stood up from the couch and lifted the side of her shirt up to show everyone. Marc walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. "I love you for that. Know why? Fluer, Fluery. I will forever be on your body." "That will be on her body forever, yeah, but you sure as hell won't," I laughed as she sat back down on my lap.
I woke up the next morning with Lillianah's head on my chest and that was my final decision. I was going to ask her to move in with me. Not right now, but within the month. I ran my fingers through her hair and she stirred a bit, placing a soft kiss in the middle of my bare chest. "What time is it?" she asked stretching her arms out a bit. "Just after 9:30, I have to be at the airport in two hours." I heard her groan a bit, I knew this was to early for her. "Hey Lil, my parents are coming down for my birthday at the end of next week. They are very excited to meet you." I felt her slide her hand over my chest and she moved a bit so she was looking up at me. "I can't wait to meet them either." "Really? You're not freaked out about it one bit? Because I am, my mom is very, well, she's eccentric." She started laughing and once again placed a few small kisses on my chest. "What French-Canadian isn't eccentric? Honestly Max? It will be fun. Hey, on your way to the airport, can you drop me off at the club? I have a meeting with some musician at noon. He's got a hit song, but the rest of his music sucks, so he wants me to help." "Of course." I continued to run my fingers through her hair, I didn't want to move. I could lay like this for hours, days even months on end.