I couldn't wait to get to the doctor's office. I could only hope I did everything right and was healed up. The sooner I got the cast off, the happier I would be. "I wish I could go with you," Max said as he squeezed my hand. "I'll be fine, when you get home hopefully I'll be cast free." We rode the rest of the way to the doctors office in silence. When he parked he jumped out and ran over to my side of the car and helped me out. He handed me my crutches and then started walking to the entrance with me, I stopped him. "Max, you're going to be late for practice. I'll be fine, okay?" He smiled and leaned forward and kissed me. "Love you." "Love you too."
Having the cast cut off was a fantastic feeling, but my ankle was super sore. "Okay, so we're going to x-ray it and go from there," the doctor said with a smile before walking out. They took an x-ray of my ankle and I waited patiently on the table for the doctor to come back in and tell me the news. "I have to say Mr. Talbot did an excellent job of taking care of you, I wasn't expecting your ankle to look this good." A huge smile crept on to my face and it took a lot of will power to not jump off the table and throw my arms around the doc's neck. "So we're going to put you in a soft lace-up brace that you need to wear at all times if you're walking around. You still need to be very careful on it though, it's going to be tender for the next few weeks." I smiled and drained out the rest of his dismissal instructions for me. I was fitted with a soft brace and left the office. It felt so good to walk on my own, no big heavy cast, no crutches, just back to the way things were, well close to the way things were. I'm sure I won't be wearing stilettos any time soon. I wanted to be home when Max got home from practice but I also knew I needed to get him a birthday present, so I called a taxi and headed to the mall.
What in the world was I going to get Max? I had no idea. I walked around for a while and then my ankle became very sore so I stopped on a bench and sat down to rest. I pulled my phone out and called Alicia. "Hey, Max's birthday is on Wednesday, what should I get him?" All I could hear was laughter on the other end of the line. "You have no ideas? No ideas whatsoever?" "Sorry Lil, it's going to have to be something really original." I sat there and thought about it, nothing was really coming to mind. Then I got one idea, "hey do you work today?" "I will not tattoo his name on your ass. I don't tattoo names, you know that." "Not his name, chill out, meet you there in twenty." I quickly hung up the phone and slowly made my way outside to call a cab. On the ride over I sent a text message to Max letting him know I was cast free and that I would be home later, that I would be out with Alicia. I was excited as the cab pulled in front of the tattoo shop. I handed over some money and headed inside. "No names." "Nope, now come on," I smiled as I dragged Alicia to the back of the shop with me.
The moment I rolled over in bed I heard every bone in my body crack. Yes I was officially old, officially half way to thirty. I felt a hand run up my inner thigh and hot breath on my neck. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Maxime, happy birthday to you." I leaned down and kissed the top of her head while tangling my legs with hers. "Thank you," I whispered enjoying the new comfort found at the foot of our bed. No huge red cast scrapping against my ankles. I felt her roll away from me for a moment before she climbed on top of me, putting my glasses on me. "Such a beautiful sight to wake up to in the morning," I smiled kissing her all over her face. "Don't you feel so old?" Way to ruin the mood Lil! She laughed to herself before bending down and kissing me on my neck. "I've always loved beards, and it amazes me how fast your hair grows." "Other things grow fast too ya know?" She grinned and then pulled her tank top off, revealing her perfect upper body. "Ready for your birthday present?" I smiled, this was going to be the best birthday ever. I nodded my head and she began pushing down the top of her underwear. Sex for my birthday? That's perfect! I watched as she continued to push the underwear down, and then a brand new tattoo, dangerously low on her came in to view. I looked at it closer and saw that it was the roman numeral for number twenty-five. "That's pretty damn cool," I smiled as I ran my hand over it. "You'll always be with me now," she smiled before leaning back down and kissed me.
Making love to Lillianah all morning was completely throwing off my game day routine, but I didn't care. I was willing to create a whole new routine, and this would be it. "I have," kiss "to go to," kiss "the morning skate." She pushed on my chest and just started laughing. "Then stop kissing me and go to practice." "I don't ever want to leave this bed with you in it ever again." She continued to push on my chest until I eventually was all the way off of her. I watched as she climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I collapsed back on to the bed, my life was perfect. Nothing could screw this up.
"Happy birthday you old man!" I glared over at Flower as I walked in to the locker room. "So what did your girl get you for your birthday?" Crosby asked and a smile crept on to my face. "Well?" I looked up and laughed. "She tattooed my number in roman numerals on her body." "Where?" I looked over at Tanger, why does he want to know? I looked back over at Flower and Crosby. "It's right about here," I pointed down to my crotch. Their eyes grew wide. "Well good thing you're not number thirty, because I'm sure she wouldn't tattoo 'triple x' there," Crosby laughed before taking his attention back to his locker. "'Triple x' would describe my morning though. I was willing being benched tonight to skip the morning skate and continue," I smiled as I stripped out of my clothes and got ready to take the ice. "Hey!! We got Talbot back! You haven't talked about sex since you started dating this girl," Crosby shouted, grabbing the attention of the rest of the guys in the locker room. "Well when you're banging a ten, how can you not brag," I laughed which resulted in a glare from Flower. I knew the minute the words left my mouth I regretted it. Lillianah is more than just a locker room story, and I've told myself that before. I finished getting ready silently cursing myself out in French.
I cursed to myself as I heard a knock on the door. I was hoping to rest and maybe regain feeling back in my legs and back before Max was back, but I dragged myself out of the bed to answer the door. "Allo Lillianah, I was hoping maybe we could spend the morning together while Serge and Max are at the rink," Lucie smiled while handing me a coffee. "I would like that," I smiled stepping aside allowing her to walk in. "I'm just going to grab a quick shower. Make yourself at home." Those words felt so weird to roll off of my tongue. I'm sure she has spent more time in this apartment than I have. 'Make yourself at home'. Really? Did I honestly just say that to Max's mom? I laughed to myself as I made my way back into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes. After taking a quick shower, and throwing some makeup on, I met Lucie back out in the living room. "So what did you have in mind?" I asked as I grabbed my purse and followed her to the front door. "I just thought we could grab some brunch, maybe a drink or two. I just want to get to know the girl that tamed my son a little bit better," she smiled and we left the apartment.
We found ourselves in an upscale diner, sipping on mimosa's and enjoying a fantastic eggs benedict with fresh salmon. It truly was to die for. I knew we were drinking too much after Lucie ordered two more mimosa's bringing our total up to five each. "I can't tell you how happy Serge and I are to see Max so happy and so in love." "Your son is truly an amazing human being, and as his mother I thank you for raising such a person." Her smile grew as we finished off our mimosa's, another round quickly arrived. "Can you see yourself marrying him?" My eyes grew wide. "I don't know how I feel about marriage honestly, I'm still very new to this dating thing. One thing I know for sure is, is that I want him in my life as long as humanly possible." She sipped on her mimosa starring me down, all of a sudden I felt like I was being interrogated, but the alcohol in my system didn't raise any red flags. Was this a plan on her part? "What about children? Do you want kids?" I thought about it for a moment, thinking about how my last trip with my family went, how happy I was. I swirled the orange juice and champagne around in it's glass before setting it down and crossing my hands over the table. "I do. By the time I'm 30 I'd like to have one or two. It's somewhat exciting to think about how cute our kids will be." I bit down on my tongue, quickly grabbing my drink. "Our kids? So you plan on having kids with Maxime?" I laughed nervously, "well I guess I mean, if we did have kids, big 'if', they would be pretty good looking. Oh wow . . . " I trailed off looking down at my hands. I could feel Lucie starring at me with a smile on her face.
We couldn't stop laughing as we rode the elevator up to the apartment. I couldn't remember what we were laughing about, but whatever it was both Lucie and I were in tears. We headed down to the apartment and I unlocked the door and walked in to see Max and his dad sitting around the living room. "Are you guys drunk?" Max asked in disbelief. I walked around the couch and crawled onto his lap. "You smell like orange juice and cheap champagne, mom what did you do?" Max laughed as his arms wrapped around my waist. I watched as Lucie walked over to Serge and sat down next to him on the couch, his arm quickly wrapping around her shoulders. I looked back into Max's eyes. There was no question about it, I want him in my life for as long as possible. I want to wake up to those eyes and fall asleep to those eyes. "We only had a few drinks, I swear," I whispered before giving him a kiss. "This might just turn out to be an okay day, I just wasn't expecting my mother and girlfriend to get trashed, and it's only 1 PM. Mom, dad, it's time for my nap and I kind of need my napping partner. You are more than welcome to hang out here, or do whatever." His grip around my waist tightened and I could feel my eyelids grow heavy as I could feel myself start to sober up.
For the second time that day I found myself laughing with the guys in the locker room, but this time I was keeping my mouth shut. The only words that came out of my mouth were to Flower, "mom and Lil came home drunk off of mimosa's." Flower found it pretty funny, but for some reason it scared the crap out of me. I liked that they went out and had a good time, but knowing my mom, what kind of things did she ask Lillianah? I'm sure my mom loaded her up on mimosa's so when she fired off questions, Lillianah wouldn't hold back. I stretched my arms above my head and heard my back crack in a few places. I was definitely twenty-five years old. We started off the game to a good start, Crosby getting the first goal only forty seconds in to the game. The score stayed the same after the first period. As promised coach Therrien was throwing me on every line possible and with each game my time on the ice was increasing. With my new found old age, I wasn't too sure how long that would last. After the start of the second period I was chasing down the puck so that it wouldn't be icing, but I was taken down from behind and went in head first into the boards. "What the hell are you doing out here?" I shouted to Chris, our athletic trainer. "Calm down Max, you were out cold for about a minute. I need you to stay down for a second." My eyes grew wide, all I remember is being tripped. I went to stand up, only to become very dizzy and falling back on my ass. "Alright, come on Max," Chris encouraged as Geno and Hal helped me to my feet.
"Happy birthday Max, it's a clear concussion. We're going to have to do tests tomorrow," Chris explained after nearly blinding me with a flashlight. The door swung open and a crying Lillianah ran to my side. "Hey, I'm okay, it's just a concussion," I smiled as I wrapped her up in my arms. She didn't say anything she just shook in my arms as my parents soon entered the room. I lifted Lillianah up in my arms and sat her down on my lap. She was still crying. I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. "Are you okay Maxime?" My mother asked frantically. "It's just a concussion, my head hurts pretty bed, but I will be fine. I have to do some tests in the morning. Hey," I stated pulling Lillianah away from me to look in her eyes. "I'm okay, I'm right here," I smiled wiping away the tears from her cheeks. "I've never been that scared before in my life. You went down, and didn't come up. It felt like forever before you moved. I'm sorry I'm crying, I was just so scared." I leaned forward and kissed her, just to show her that I was well and alive, and that I was going to be okay.
Dinner plans for after the game were postponed as my head was pounding so hard, I though my skin was going to rip open at my temples. My parents headed back to the hotel and I had Lillianah drive us home. "You have driven before right?" I asked after she slammed on the brakes at a red light. "It's been a few years, but yes, I have my license," she laughed making the right hand turn. She managed to park the car safely and we headed up to the apartment. "What did you and my mom talk about today at lunch?" She shrugged her shoulders as she opened the door. "You for the most part, all good things I promise you. Come on, you need your sleep. I'm sorry you had to get hurt on your birthday." "This was the best birthday ever," I smiled and she looked at me funny. "I woke up to you, and now I get to fall asleep with you, that's all I wanted for my birthday. The concussion I could have done without, but it'll be okay." I suddenly felt myself get dizzy, "Max? MAX!" Then everything went black again.