Disclaimer- "Miracle" is owned by Walt Disney. I am making no money from this story, just writing for amusement. I own only Chevon Patrick.

Author's Note- This story is a sequel to 'Do You Believe in Miracles'. You'll enjoy this story more if you read it first. This story takes place following the Olympics in Lake Placid in 1980.

Detroit, MI

April 17, 1980

I was at home packing, getting ready to fly out to Boston and spend time with Mike his family. I hadn't seen him since we left Lake Placid almost two months ago. We talked every night on the phone and Rizzo had sent me flowers for Easter. I missed him a lot. Lately I'd been feeling different about Rizzo and was hoping that time with him would help.

Rizzo had quit playing hockey following the Olympics much to my disappointment. He'd gotten a job as Athletic Director at Boston University. He'd also been busy fixing up his own apartment and would be moving out of his parent's house soon.

Daddy had gotten a job as director of operations for the New York Rangers. He was splitting his time between home in Detroit and New York. Back to the schedule I lived under when he was in the NHL. I missed him a lot when he wasn't home, but he really liked his new job.

I looked over what I had packed. I was excited about this trip, but at the same time I was nervous. I was anxious to see Mike and his family again, but I was nervous about meeting the rest of his family. And I didn't know how to handle that he lived in a house with 17 people. His entire family living in one house, each family on a different floor. Mike and his family lived on the 2nd floor. Although several boys from the team had told me over and over that the Eruzione's were very welcoming. And Mike's parents had been very nice to me at the Olympics.

I looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00. Mike called always called me at 8:00. We'd talk for 30 minutes and then I'd call dad in NYC. It was routine. Added to the routine was every Friday at 10:00 OC would call me to talk about Dallas. If he had managed to see the night's episode, we'd talk about that. If he'd missed it because of a game or traveling, I'd fill him in. But OC still insisted that he didn't like the show, was just keeping up with it so he'd know what I was talking about. I didn't believe him for a minute and was pretty sure he'd developed a crush on Audrey Landers who was now on the show.

The phone rang. Just on time, I knew it was Mike.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie." Mike said.

"Hey, how was your day?" I asked.

"Good. We're planning all the year end sports banquets for the teams." Mike said.

"You are…..you sure you're happy in this job?" I asked for what seemed like the 100th time.

"Yeah, Chev I love it. Back at my alma mater working. Getting a nest egg together and getting my own place. What's not to love?" Mike asked.

"It's just…..you were so successful as a player. And being Captain of a Gold Medal team and all…..I just thought you'd continue playing is all." I said.

"I still love hockey, but nothing I could ever do would top winning at Lake Placid. And this way I can have a more normal life. You know regular job, home every evening." Mike said. "And this way I'll have more time for you. Have you considered moving out here like I keep asking you to?"

"I…I don't know. I have a job here doing college scouting for the Wings and…"

"Just think about it will you?" Mike asked. "I'm getting my own place; it's really coming along nice actually. It's a nice big place, more than enough room for both of us if you move in. I really miss you."

"I miss you too." I said, and it was true, I did. "I'll think about it."

"Good, while you're out here I'll show you my place. It's awesome. I'll have a deck and backyard." Mike said.

"I thought you were renting an apartment?"

"Actually it's a townhouse." Mike said. "It's being painted next week."

"Sounds really nice." I said.

"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love living here with my family, but it'll be nice to have my own place." Mike said.

"How is your family?" I asked.

"They can't wait for you to get here. Mom is already planning on cooking everything she can think of. Dad wants to take you to a Red Sox game. And the rest of the family can't wait to meet you." Mike said. "By the way, grandma, God Bless her, likes to snoop through people's belongings as a way of getting to know them. Also since she is the matriarch of the family she feels it's her right to do so. So don't bring any condoms or birth control of any kind."

"What? Why not?" I asked.

"You know my family is Catholic. Grandma and several others in the family believe the old ways, no birth control." Mike said.

"But I'm not Catholic. And I do believe in birth control. I don't want a baby right now." I said.

"Baby I know. I just don't want any problems. I don't want a baby either. And I personally see nothing wrong with condoms, the pill and all that happy crap. But I don't want a big deal made about it with my family." Mike said. "And by their standards, you should be a virgin."

"But I lost my virginity to you. I've never been with anyone else." I protested.

"I know that…I didn't mean it that way. I just meant they believe in waiting till marriage to have sex." Mike said. "It doesn't bother me at all. I know you'll never be with anyone else but me."

I took a deep breath. I wanted Mike's family to like me. And I didn't want to cause in problems since Mike's feelings seemed to be more modern than those of some of his family.

"Okay, I won't bring any condoms, but that means we can't do anything while I am there." I said.

"I'll take care of it. I just didn't want them finding condoms in your things and being upset with you. You honestly think that I haven't seen you in two months and wouldn't find a way to have sex?" I could hear Mike smile.

I smiled. "I should hope not. I've kinda missed that."

"Me too. Oh and bring conservative bras and panties too. You know I love your silky, lacy and sexy things but I think it'd be best so nothing is implied or misunderstood." Mike said.

"Okay, any other rules?" I sighed.

"No, seriously baby, you know I don't care what you wear, I just don't think grandma would take too well to finding g-strings in your suitcase." Mike said.

"Then let her stay out of my things." I snapped.

"Chevon…I know it's a nasty habit, but it's her thing. Please understand." Mike said.

I sighed. "It's not so bad, I just…..it's fine."

"You still arriving Friday at 1:00?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, you be at the airport for me?" I asked.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything." Mike said.

"I should probably go so I can call daddy. The Rangers didn't play tonight but he had a meeting with some team investors." I said.

"Tell him I said hi. And when hockey season is over in May, you and your dad have to come out. I really want him to come." Mike said.

"Okay." I said. Mike had been insisting dad visit with me in May for a couple weeks now. "I gotta go. I love you."

"I love you too." Mike said. "Talk to you tomorrow."

"Same time, same place." I smiled and hung up.

I sat for a moment thinking about everything Rizzo had just told me. I wasn't sure how I felt about having to present myself a certain way. But then again, we all do little things like that to suit parents and families. Dad would rip Mike limb from limb if he knew some of the things we'd done.

I picked up the phone and called dad. If I didn't check in, he worried about me.

"Patrick." He answered.

"Hey daddy, it's me." I said.

"Hey Chevon, what are you doing tonight?" Dad asked.

"Packing for Winthrop. I just talked to Mike." I said. "He says hi and is still insisting we both visit in May."

Dad chuckled. "Tell him I'll be there to quit worrying."

"So how was your day?" I asked.

"You know how it is when you have to schmooze with bigwigs." Dad said. "Are you okay? You sound a little down."

"I'm okay. I just…..I am confused about Mike." I said.

"You just miss him is all. I am sure when you get to Winthrop everything will be fine." Dad said.

"It's just….its so different now that he's not playing hockey anymore." I said.

"How?" dad asked.

"I don't know. It's just Jimmy is in Atlanta on a hot streak. Mac and Rammer went to Buffalo. OC will be called to Chicago out of the minors at any minute. And Mike is retired from hockey in his 20's." I sighed.

"He's still Rizzo. He's still America's hero. You know how many personal appearances and interviews he's been giving. And he's still the same person he was in Minneapolis over the summer. Didn't you fall in love with that person?" Dad asked.

"Yeah…I guess I just need time to adjust to everything." I said.

"Chev, you're going to go to Winthrop, walk off the plane and see Mike and everything will be fine." Dad said.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I said.

"Just because I haven't had a personal life in a long time doesn't mean I forgot how things go." Dad said and I could tell he was smirking.

"You're my dad….you don't do things like that." I giggled.

"If I didn't do things like that, I wouldn't have gotten you." Dad laughed.

"Fine, you don't do things like that anymore." I laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that ancient. I just had you when I was a kid myself." Dad said.

I laughed. "I got to go daddy. I'll call you tomorrow night."

"Okay, make sure you pack warm clothes. It may be spring but it's still cold on Boston Harbor. Winthrop is right along the Boston Harbor." Dad said.

"I will. I'll pack versatile clothes." I said.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you too dad." I said and hung up.

I decided to finish packing before I headed to bed. I went back into my room to finish packing. I stopped and looked at the picture that had hung in my room as long as I could remember. It was one of mom holding me the month before she was killed. We were dressed up to go to a friend's wedding.

It was time's like this I wished I had a mother. Dad had always been mom and dad to me and done a great job. He'd always been approachable about any subject, even dating. I'd often wondered if mom's advice about guys would've been different about dating than dad's. Dad was always the 'protective of his baby girl' type, but trusted my judgment as well.

I smiled at the picture and outright laughed remembering when dad had to explain menstruation to me because I started before it was taught to me in school. I could still see him sitting on the couch trying to get me to stop crying and telling me I didn't need an ambulance it was Mother Nature. And then him taking me to the drug store and luckily finding a female employee to help me find maxi pads.

I shook my head. Dad was probably right, I just missed Mike. I'd get to Winthrop and everything would be fine.