Our house? Oh my god. Are these kids now our kids?
I’ve never really thought about having kids. They felt so far away, and with the way I normally date, it didn’t seem within reach.
Again, something tugs in my chest, and I rub my sternum. I shouldn’t be thinking about Rory as a dad. That seems dangerous.
Someone catches my eye, and I try not to make a face. Connor’s across the ice taking photos with parents while the woman he brought watches. She has curly blond hair, a bright smile, and his name on the back of her jersey. A kid asks her a question, and she leans down with a gentle smile.
She seems nice. I wonder if she knows how horrible Connor is.
Bells start jingling, and the kids swarm the entrance, where Alexei appears wearing a Santa costume. Hayden, dressed as an elf, is right behind him. The kids lose their minds as Hayden pulls presents out of Alexei’s big red bag.
Darcy skates up with a shy smile and I light up in surprise as she takes a spot beside me against the boards, giving me a quick hug.
“Good to see you,” I tell her. “I didn’t know you were in town. Is Kit here too?” Sometimes players from other teams drop into these events.
“Over there.” She points him out, dressed as a reindeer, helping Hayden and Alexei.
“Is that lipstick on the end of his nose?”
She laughs. “We had to improvise at the last minute. Hayden never gives us a warning about these ideas.”
“Are you here for Christmas?” I remember Hayden saying Darcy’s from Vancouver, like he is.
“Yep. We played Seattle last night, so Kit’s spending tonight here to see my family before he flies out to Ontario for the holiday.” Seattle is a two-hour drive from Vancouver. “Hayden and I will probably spend most of the break playing Legend of Zelda like back in university.” She grins. “We used to play for hours. Kit would hide the controllers so we could get some studying done. I’m looking forward to hanging out with him. We don’t get to see him enough during the season.”
Again, I think about Rory coming home for Christmas, and I’m so glad I asked. There’s no way I could let him stay here alone.
“You and Kit have been together since university, right?”
“The first week of school. Feels like forever ago.” She watches the guys out on the ice. “But also, sometimes, it feels like we all just met yesterday.”
Her eyes track them as they skate. Hayden grins over at her, waving, and she waves back with a beaming smile.
I study her for a moment. I’ve never seen her without Hayden and Kit nearby, but I think she might be shy. There’s something about Hayden’s boisterous friendliness that puts people at ease, though, and I think being around him brings her out of her shell.
“Did you and Hayden ever go out?” I ask, because I’m a nosy bitch.
Her eyes widen. “Oh my god. No. No.” She laughs. “His type is like, tall supermodels with dark hair, and I’m the girl who did a whole degree in math.” She laughs again, rolling her eyes at herself, before she pauses, a tiny frown forming between her eyebrows. “I thought he was going to ask me out in the first week of school but…” She shakes her head at herself. “Anyway, like I said.” She gestures at her petite frame with a self-deprecating laugh. “Not his type. Guys like Kit are more my speed.”
My eyebrow goes up because that’s not what I asked, and now I’m curious as hell, but she catches herself.
“And I love Kit.” Her eyes go to him. “Is it hard, having my life revolve around his? Of course. Do we feel like roommates sometimes? Yes. But we know each other so well and—” She blinks. “I can’t imagine not being with him.”
Her words feel strange, like she’s tiptoeing around what she really wants to say.
“I think this is just what happens when you’ve been with someone for seven years. It’s fine.” Her expression tightens like she’s embarrassed. “I’m rambling. Can you talk now, please, so it doesn’t get weird?”
I start laughing, because even if I’m slightly concerned with what she said, Darcy is adorable. “What do you want to talk about?”
“You and Rory,” she says pointedly. “I want to know all the dirty details.” I laugh harder as her eyes go wide with excitement. “Seriously. I want to know all the TMI stuff. My life is boring, Hazel. I’m living vicariously through you.”
“Well,” I chuckle, thinking about riding his hand last night. Definitely can’t tell her about that, although I’m sure she’d love it. “It’s really fun. He’s different from what I expected.”