I don't own anything you've ever heard mentioned before. I am a poor nursing home worker, that lives in the hurricane center of Florida. Fic inspired by an RPG over on LJ. It's called EdenHall, there's lots of characters open, go join
To Chelsea, because we know we're right.
A tiny brunette pushed open the front door of her condo and tossed her keys on the hallway end-table, dropping her briefcase on the floor next to it. She pulled off her blazer as she walked down the corridor, veering left into the kitchen. A stack of mail sat on counter near the coffee pot and she rifled through them as she poured herself a steaming cup of the dark liquid.
The women smiled to herself at the number of fan letters addressed to her husband stuck in the pile. Hockey groupies as she called them. Women that would wait outside the arena, or the hotel where he and his team was staying, in their official replica jersey's, looking for an autograph. It's hard when your husband is the leading scorer on a team like the Minnesota Wilde, but she knew he only had ease for her.
Then phone in the dinning room rang and she set to pick it up, smiling when the called ID said the call was from Charlie's cell phone. She picked it up and held it to her ear, a face shattering grin playing at her lips. Just hearing his voice would make her day, it always did.
"Hello, Conway residence." She tired to pretend not to know who it was on the other end, struggles to hide her excitement at the fact it was Charlie on the phone.
A chuckle came from the other end of the phone and his familiar laugh filled her ears. "Hey gorgeous, how was work?"
"It was okay, I think the newest Golden Gopher maybe from Eden Hall believe it or not." She laughed, sitting down on one of her dining chairs.
"Oh really? That's great, score another one for Orion's coaching technique. So what are you up to?"
"Nothing, just missing you. How's things going in Ottawa? Ready to take out the Senators?"
"I miss you too, baby. You know Cons, you should really go out on the balcony."
Connie Moreau-Conway arched an eyebrow and laughed softly. "Why?"
"Just do it." Her husband replied.
So Connie rose from her seat and set off toward her bedroom. The floor of their room was covered in flower petals, that lead out onto the balcony. There standing with open arms and his trademark mischievous grin was Charlie.
"You're suppose to be in Canada!" She squealed launching herself into his arms.
Charlie kissed the top of her head lightly, encircling her tiny waist tightly. "You didn't think I was gonna leave the country without my two favorite girls did you? Where's Madison?"
"She is at day-care until 6." Connie gave him a wink and slipped her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Charlie blushed slightly and kissed her lips. "I like the way you think. Lead the way, Hun."
At a day-care across town a little blonde girl played with blocks in the corner of the room. She was alone in the crowd of children. It had been Daddy day in her first grade class, and poor Madison hadn't had a Daddy to show off. Unlike most of the children in her class Madison Germaine had two fathers, her real Daddy, Guy Germaine of the Tampa Bay Lightning, and her step Daddy, Charlie Conway of the Minnesota Wilde. Even with a spare father, neither had showed. Both had big games coming up so Maddie hadn't even told then about the event in school.
She didn't see Guy very much except for when the season was out and she spent sometime at his apartment in Florida, and deep inside she knew Charlie wasn't really her Daddy, so she would've felt bad asking him to come instead. Not only that but if they had both gone, there would've been trouble. Even at the age of seven Madison knew that things always got crazy when both Daddies were in the same place.
Sometimes it was hard on the little girl and she wished she only had one Daddy. One Daddy and one house. But still the same amount of toys. What little girl doesn't want double the Barbies? But still she wanted a real family. One, whole, solid family.
To Chelsea, because we know we're right.
A tiny brunette pushed open the front door of her condo and tossed her keys on the hallway end-table, dropping her briefcase on the floor next to it. She pulled off her blazer as she walked down the corridor, veering left into the kitchen. A stack of mail sat on counter near the coffee pot and she rifled through them as she poured herself a steaming cup of the dark liquid.
The women smiled to herself at the number of fan letters addressed to her husband stuck in the pile. Hockey groupies as she called them. Women that would wait outside the arena, or the hotel where he and his team was staying, in their official replica jersey's, looking for an autograph. It's hard when your husband is the leading scorer on a team like the Minnesota Wilde, but she knew he only had ease for her.
Then phone in the dinning room rang and she set to pick it up, smiling when the called ID said the call was from Charlie's cell phone. She picked it up and held it to her ear, a face shattering grin playing at her lips. Just hearing his voice would make her day, it always did.
"Hello, Conway residence." She tired to pretend not to know who it was on the other end, struggles to hide her excitement at the fact it was Charlie on the phone.
A chuckle came from the other end of the phone and his familiar laugh filled her ears. "Hey gorgeous, how was work?"
"It was okay, I think the newest Golden Gopher maybe from Eden Hall believe it or not." She laughed, sitting down on one of her dining chairs.
"Oh really? That's great, score another one for Orion's coaching technique. So what are you up to?"
"Nothing, just missing you. How's things going in Ottawa? Ready to take out the Senators?"
"I miss you too, baby. You know Cons, you should really go out on the balcony."
Connie Moreau-Conway arched an eyebrow and laughed softly. "Why?"
"Just do it." Her husband replied.
So Connie rose from her seat and set off toward her bedroom. The floor of their room was covered in flower petals, that lead out onto the balcony. There standing with open arms and his trademark mischievous grin was Charlie.
"You're suppose to be in Canada!" She squealed launching herself into his arms.
Charlie kissed the top of her head lightly, encircling her tiny waist tightly. "You didn't think I was gonna leave the country without my two favorite girls did you? Where's Madison?"
"She is at day-care until 6." Connie gave him a wink and slipped her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Charlie blushed slightly and kissed her lips. "I like the way you think. Lead the way, Hun."
At a day-care across town a little blonde girl played with blocks in the corner of the room. She was alone in the crowd of children. It had been Daddy day in her first grade class, and poor Madison hadn't had a Daddy to show off. Unlike most of the children in her class Madison Germaine had two fathers, her real Daddy, Guy Germaine of the Tampa Bay Lightning, and her step Daddy, Charlie Conway of the Minnesota Wilde. Even with a spare father, neither had showed. Both had big games coming up so Maddie hadn't even told then about the event in school.
She didn't see Guy very much except for when the season was out and she spent sometime at his apartment in Florida, and deep inside she knew Charlie wasn't really her Daddy, so she would've felt bad asking him to come instead. Not only that but if they had both gone, there would've been trouble. Even at the age of seven Madison knew that things always got crazy when both Daddies were in the same place.
Sometimes it was hard on the little girl and she wished she only had one Daddy. One Daddy and one house. But still the same amount of toys. What little girl doesn't want double the Barbies? But still she wanted a real family. One, whole, solid family.
