Trixie was giddy with joy when she entered the empty locker room at Johnny's Ice house. The boys had already taken the ice and Ryan had prepared the equipment while she was outside. She would have to pack it all away but, at this moment she really didn't mind. Her heart pounded within her chest as she walked over to the ice rink. A sea of red and black practice sweaters skated across the ice as the boys scrimmaged. With six of the payers gone though, it just didn't feel the same.

Adam was sitting on the Plexiglas free boards as he on looked the practice. Every one could see how badly he wanted to get out there and play, but, knowing he could re injure his knee and possibly never play hockey again, Adam took the docs advice. It surprised him how skating only for a couple of minutes with Trixie on Valentine's Day had caused his rehabbed leg muscles to start aching and cramping.

With a bright smile plastered on Trixie's face, Adam knew something was up. She was by no means this happy this morning when he picked her up. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing." She was quick to answer. Now she knew why Adam had been so disappointed a few days ago. He had planned to pop the question at dinner. Trixie had no idea Adam was ready to be engaged, and by the looks of the size of the single princess cut diamond, he really was ready to settle down.

"I'll be right back." Trixie excused herself from Adam and walked back in to the locker room. With news like this, she just couldn't keep it to herself. Pulling the blackberry from her jeans pocket, Trixie unlocked the phone and looked through her contact list until she found the number she was looking for.

It only rang three times before he picked up. Trixie knew Captain Serious wouldn't stray far from his hotel or the ice rink and would, most likely, be able to talk.

"Hello?" He answered.

Trixie wanted to jump up and down and scream at the top of her lungs that Adam would be purposing but she knew she couldn't. So, instead, she looked around for any other Canadian players before speaking. "Adam deffein."

Jonathan knew it was big and secret news if she was speaking in French. It took a second for him to comprehend what exactly Trixie had said. "Etes-vous sûr? Comment savez-vous?"

"J'ai trouvé la bague dans sa voiture. C'est un Tiffany." She squealed the last part.

"Détendez-vous et ne soyez pas être trop excité. Vous et moi savons à quelle vitesse il peut changer d'avis." Jonathan didn't want Trixie to get her hopes up only to be disappointed in the end.

Before Trixie had a chance to reply Adam came walking in to the locker room, catching her off guard. "Je dois y aller, je vais vous rappeler plus tard."

Ending the call quickly, Trixie stuffed the phone back in to her pocket. "What's up?"
She tried be calm and collected about the whole thing but it wasn't quite working in her favor.

"I didn't know you spoke French." Adam was suspicious and took a seat on the bench. He began to stretch his leg and watched as Trixie's cheeks began to turn red.

"When you work in an organization dominated by Canadians, I figured it would be a smart idea to learn the language."

Adam wiggled his eyebrows. "You want to hear the little French I know?"

Trixie was a bit hesitant to listen to what Adam had to say. "Sure."

"Je t'aime." It wasn't as bad as Trixie had thought it was going to be.

"Je t'aime aussi."

Standing up, Adam walked over to Trix and hugged her close and tight. He felt bad about what had happened last night, knowing full well there was something he could have done to prevent it. Just by holding her, Adam could tell something was off.

"What the hell is up with you." Adam pulled away and tucked her bangs behind her ears.

Trixie tried to hid her smile but failed. . .miserably. "Nothing."

Pulling away from Adam's grip she dug through Kris's bag looking for a sweatshirt. She pulled the Team Canada hoodie over her chilled arms and continued her best to be sly around him. Adam grabbed Trixie from behind and began mercilessly tickling her. "If you tell me, I'll stop."

Trixie refused to let the words spill from her laughing mouth as Adam's fingers dug in to her sensitive ribcage. "Never!"

Moving on to her neck, his teeth sank painfully in to the sensitive flesh. "Tell me, Beatrice Jacqueline O'Callahan."

Her chest was on fire from the all the laughing and the bite mark on her neck was pulsing. "I found the Tiffany in your car."

He stopped tickling her the second those words slipped her lips. "What did you find?"

"I found the Tiffany engagement in front seat of your car." Trixie tried to catch her breath as Adam pushed his hair behind his ears and took a seat on the bench. He cursed himself for being so careless with the ring. It was in fact the engagement ring he and Sharp had picked out yesterday. It was a classic Tiffany, with a large princess cut diamond in the middle.

Looking at the schedule he knew there wouldn't be really any down time for him to go and pick out rings. With the Olympics and vary little practices, this month seemed perfect. Adam hadn't even had the chance to give Trixie the first ring let alone purpose to her now.

"Yeah, that would be your ring." Adam stood up and left without saying anything.

Trixie knew she shouldn't have said anything. Knowing Adam he had his whole plan of how he wanted to purpose in his head, only to have it all crushed. Trixie wanted to cry, feeling bad that she let her curiosity get the best of her.

Adam reentered the locker room a few minutes later to find Trixie still standing in the same spot he left her in. Upon reaching her, Adam got down on one knee and took her shaking hand.

"Trix, I really do love you, and these past few months had really made me realize it. I need you, more than you'll ever need me, and I'd be stupid not to do this." Adam stopped for a second, "I was hoping I'd have more time to figure out exactly what I want to say but, things sometimes don't work out the way you want them to. So, Trixie O'Callahan, will you marry me?"

Tears spilled from Trixie's eyes as she nodded her head. "Yes, of course I will, Adam."

Reaching in to the pocket of his sweatpants, Adam pulled out the ring slid it on to her finger. It fit perfectly and with a little help from Trixie, Adam stood up and embraced his fiancee. He could feel her tears dampen the cotton of black tee as she laced her arms around his neck.

"Once the playoffs start I want that ring back, so I can purpose the way I really wanted to."