Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Oh one more thing, GO WINGS!
Our trip to New York went by super fast, I couldn't hardly remember the half of it. Jimmy showed me the city and I met a ton of his friends. They had a parade for him and he signed autographs and took pictures with the fans. I don't think I've ever seen him smile that much.
The part I could remember very clearly though was when we told his parents. Hi's mom was ecstatic, which surprised me. All she wanted to do for the rest of my visit was shop for things for the baby. And his had acted like he was upset Jimmy had put me in this situation. I wasn't upset about it though. I still had no idea what my parents were going to say.
The rest of the summer came and came and went quickly. My baby bump was clearly visible and I still hadn't told my parents. But I hadn't seen them most of the summer anyway. I was thinking about doing it during training camp, but knowing the way my dad would react wasn't the best idea.
Jimmy had been yelling at me for weeks about how I had to get it over with. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Everyday he got home from practice, it was the same argument.
"You've told them, right Mads..."
"No. I didn't feel up to it today."
"This is ridiculous, everyone knows. Would you rather have them find out through one of the guys?"
"They've all told me they wouldn't say a word, I'm not worried about it." I told him, shrugging my shoulders.
"Do it, tomorrow. I'm serious. You can't keep putting it off." He walked into our bedroom, closing the door behind him.
I was going to have to give it to him. And he had a point.
While Jimmy was at practicing with the Griffs Friday morning, I looked through on of the baby books my soon to be "Mom" had gotten me on one of our many shopping trips.
I had narrowed it down to a few boys and girl names I liked.
For a girl, Aubrie and Riley.
And for a boy, Garrett.
Jimmy definitely thought it was a boy, and wanted us to name it Carter. Which I was also beginning to like. We would both find out in a few days anyway, when I had another appointment.
I then tossed the book on the love seat, and grabbed my keys of the hook. Now was as good as ever. I hoped not to see my dads car in the driveway when I pulled up, but I never got lucky, there sat his Grand Prix.
They were both sitting at the dining room table when I came in, they were both happy to see me, so I got right to it.
"I came over because wanted to tell you guys something, it's really important..."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Jimmy and I hadn't talked for days, the way we had always dealt with things. Not the best thing to do, but I really didn't have much of a choice. He was making me so upset.
I was surprised to wake up one morning and find him laying next to me. We hadn't slept together since all of this, childish I know. He was either out on the couch or I was. My stomach was in knots as I laid there, and I figured I was going to get sick soon. I tried my best to push Jimmy of the bed to get to the bathroom, but he didn't move.
"Jimmy! I flicked the side of his head, "I suggest you move unless you want my dinner all over your lap!"
He was now awake, and he gave me a disgusted look before I pushed him off the bed, letting him hit the floor with a 'thud'. I didn't care, I just needed to get to the bathroom.
I ran across the hallway, and sprawled out next to the toilet. It didn't take long before I knew my stomach was completely empty. I sat there for a second though, against the cabinets, just making sure.
Jimmy came in not long after, "Are you okay babe?" He wasn't fully awake, he kept rubbing his eyes. He took the towel of the rack and threw it toward me.
Before I answered I wiped my mouth with the towel, and my forehead which was now covered in sweat. "Yeah, morning sickness. Not that you would care that much or anything."
I got up from my spot of the floor and threw the towel at him, while he didn't say anything.
I made my way out to the kitchen, and dug through the fridge. I found Jimmy's opened blue Gatorade and chugged it down.
"Hey!" He shouted from around the corner, "That was my last one!"
I held it out to him, "You still want it?"
He wrinkled his nose, "That's sick..."
"You asked..." I sat on the couch and held my stomach, making sure I wasn't going to get sick again.
Jimmy sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me waist, while clicking the TV on.
"It's okay Jim, why don't you go back to ignoring me again...You do it pretty well."
I looked at his face, and he was no longer smiling. "I'm really truly sorry Mads, I acted so dumb... I couldn't be more happy about this, excited actually. I love kids, even though with me being an only child and all. And it had nothing to do with you anyway, this has to do with me and Aaron, I never wanted you in the middle."
"Is that your way of apologizing? Because that's not gunna cut it."
"I promise, I'll make it up to you."
"Better be good."
"Eh, it'll come close."
I smiled and kissed his cheek, at least things were getting a little better. It was way to easy to forgive him.
"Anything you need me to do for you?" He asked.
"No, I'm alot better now, thanks. Just be there for me, or us..." We both stared at my stomach for some time after that.
I came home late one night after I had been shopping with Morgan. Laying on the counter top were a dozen white and red roses. I read the note that sat next to it, 'I went out with the guys, and hopefully this helps. I'm so sorry. Love you- Hot Howie ;)'
The end make me laugh, he never called himself that. Attached to the envelope was my favorite pack of gum, something I thought he never noticed. But, he must have been able to smell it on my breath.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Jimmy took a step toward him and pushed his shoulder, "So it's okay for you not to tell me shit anymore?!"
Aaron's lips were pressed together in a hard line, "Dude, she wasn't even sure yet, I guessed."
"It doesn't matter. You knew." Jimmy's voice was louder than it needed to be, but I guess he was just trying to get his point across.
"This is ridiculous, you better leave before I get any more pissed off." He still stood the way he had when I walked in.
"What are you going to? Punch me? Go ahead."
That was when I had to step in. "Whoa, Whoa, guys stop. This is so dumb. How old are we five?"
"Lay off Madi, this doesn't concern you." Jimmy was talking to be, but kept staring intently at Aaron.
"The hell it doesn't! Look, I started this and I'm sorry. I should have told you as soon as I even considered it, but don't start stuff with him." I pointed toward Aaron, who had finally taken a few steps back.
He shook his head back and forth, having nothing else to say. Before heading toward the door, Jimmy held up his hand in a fist, as if to hit Aaron. "Jimmy stop!" He rolled his eyes and finally left.
Aaron had sat down in front of the TV, but I could tell he wasn't paying alot of attention. I couldn't find the right words to say to him, even though I knew I needed to.
For now, I decided to say nothing at all.
I found Jimmy laying on the couch when I got home, acting as if nothing really happened.
"So that's just how your going to act?" I screamed at him,
"You don't think you overreacted? Just a little?"
"Ha, no not at all." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You're ridiculous, I can't believe you!"
"Well what the hell do you want me to say? I'm sorry? Is that what you want?" His voice went from talking calmly to the volume of mine. It sent goosebumps down my back.
I turned on my heel when I felt my eyes starting to water. My emotions always got the best of me. Before I went to the bedroom, I whispered, just low enough for him to hear me, "I... I just thought you would be happy. Instead of like.... this."
He said something else but I couldn't make it out. I laid down, and just hoped sleep would come to me, but it wasn't. Instead, I played with the ring on my finger that Jimmy had given me almost a year ago, and wondered if I was doing the right thing. For once in my life, it seemed like things were falling apart, and I wasn't sure if I could ever put it all back together.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
"Take some shots will you?" I yelled at them.
Their expression didn't change when they looked at each other, "Are you sure about this?" Jimmy had to you since they were on the opposite side of the rink. I didn't get a chance to answer his question before I saw Aaron headed toward me. I watched as he shot the puck right over the net. At first, I thought he had missed, but then I figured out he was just going to mess with me. He circled around and came toward me again, this time shooting the puck high and wide.
I took my helmet off and let it fall to the ice next to me. "Are you seriously just going screw with me?!" I yelled at Aaron as we skated toward each other.
"Do you seriously think I'm going to let you get hurt again? Especially when you know whats coming along." He poked my stomach, making me jump.
"Aaron! I'm not for sure yet..." I trailed off.
"Oh, you know you are. When are you going to tell him?" I sighed and skated toward the locker room, I wasn't going to talk about this anymore.
The next few days seemed to drag along. I found myself pacing around for no reason. My lip was raw and all of my nails were gone, thanks to my bad habits.
One afternoon when Jimmy was out, my cell phone rang in the other room, I sprang up to get it, the number was unfamiliar at first, but It finally came to me.
"Hello? Miss Maltby?" A nurse said on the other line.
"Congratulations! You're five weeks pregnant!"
The phone dropped from my ear suddenly, but I was quick to pick it back up.
"Tha- thanks." I hung up the phone.
I tried to swallow, but there was a huge lump in my throat.
I wasn't sure if I was ready for this. I was 23, I didn't think I was ready to be a Mom. And then there was Jimmy, I was sure how he would react or what he would do. I was going to try and make the very best of this.
I paced back and forth in the bedroom for over forty-five minutes, and figured the best way to tell him would be right way.
Just then I heard the front door open and heard Jimmy's keys slide across the counter top. I took a deep breath and wiped some of the tears that had fell from my eyes.
"Hey babe." He said as soon as he saw me.
"Hey..." I took a seat on the couch right new to him, taking the remote from his hand and turning the volume down.
He gave me a weird look, "What are you doing?"
"I was just wondering, how do you feel about kids?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Kids are great, why? Morgan and Val popping another one out soon?" He laughed, but I couldn't.
"Not exactly, Jimmy, I'm the pregnant one.
I waited, but I couldn't read his expression. And, I chewed on my lip nervously.
"That's great! As long as you're happy, I'm happy." A huge smile spread across his face, and he wrapped me in a hug.
"Of course I'm happy, just surprised I guess."
"Right, so who knows?" He seemed so interested it surprised me.
"Well Morgan obviously, and Aaron, an-"
"Wait a second, you told my best friend before me?" I could tell by the look on his face he was furious.
"No, its not like that he gue-"
His face was beat red, I'd only seen his this mad once before, and that was earlier when we first started dating.
He clenched his hands together and got up quickly, without getting his keys off the counter, and slammed the door behind him. It didn't take me long to figure out where he was going. My jaw dropped as I knew what I had started between them, it made my stomach hurt so I held it tightly. Before I could even think straight I found myself running across the lawn.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I drove back to Aaron's house and noticed as I walked in that the credits of Talledega Night were rolling. Jimmy and Aaron were in the same exact spot they were in when I left.
"You guys suck, I wanted to watch the end of it."
They both rolled there eyes as I took a seat on the floor. Jimmy began playing with my hair as Aaron slipped Tommy Boy into the DVD player. It was my all time favorite movie, it felt weird to spend the day like this. I just wasn't used to it.
I felt like telling Jimmy and Aaron that we should go down to the rink. But should I really push it? Everything was telling me to do it, it had been so long. I wanted to feel that feeling I got when I was on the ice, the wind in my hair, the sound of the ice beneath my skates. I missed it terribly. I debated for over ten minutes. Ignoring Aaron and Jimmy laughing hysterically in the background. I came to a conclusion, we were going to the rink, and now.
"Hey, lets go down to the Joe."
"Babe, do you really think that's a good idea?" Jimmy debated.
"Don't, I need to go. Seriously.."
"You really shouldn't push it, you just got it off and-" Aaron joined in.
"Not you too Aar, I need to skate. Don't try and talk me out of it, I'll go myself if you don't want to come." They looked at each other and shook their heads, but ended up going with me.