Note: Oh so busy. First update in years.

Charlie Conway felt like his feet were barely touching the ground as he walked up to the apartment he shared with his mother. Before going inside, he made sure to waive one last time at his couch before shouting 'See you Saturday' .

Charlie Conway pinched himself. He could barely believe it. He quickly set down his duffle bag full of new hockey equipment and checked just one more time. New helmet, shakes, pads, gloves. It was all there. He never had anything new. All his clothes were either bought second hard or at some bargain bin discount store.

"Mom!' Charlie called out after getting into the apartment. "You gotta come here and see this!"

Casey Conway rushed into the living room to see her son grinning ear to ear showing her all his new hockey equipment. Right behind her was her Mother.

"Hi Grammy" Charlie said respectfully.

"That's some nice hockey equipment you got there Charlie," Charlie's grandmother remarked. "That must have cost one pretty penny."

"I dunno but you remember how Coach Bombay was saying he was going to try and get someone to sponsor us at dinner last week? Well, his boss sponsored the whole team! And Goldberg got new goalie pads and…."

"Dinner?" Charlie's grandmother said with an raised eye brow.

"Oh yeah. We had coach over for supper last week. Mom made her best lasagne . Coach even…"

Over for a home made meal.."

Casey didn't like where this conversation was going. "Charlie, why don't you go put your equipment away. You have homework to do."

Charlie sighed but picked up his equipment and put it away in his bedroom. Once Casey was sure Charlie was out of earshot, Casey glared at her mother. She loved her mother but there was a reason why they didn't get along.

"I saw you looking at him," her mother said. Casey shot her mother an incredulous. Her mother ignored the look. "He's a good looking man," She continued. " But peewee hockey coaches don't make good money."

Casey rolled her eyes. Money was everything to her mother.

"I was just making sure that Charlie got home okay. This neighbourhood isnt the best at night."

"You're telling me." Her mother thought for a moment. " What ever happened to that Carter fellow you told me about?"

"I dunno." Casey sighed ."He never called me back."

Her mother shook her head. "Pity. Wasn't he the son of congressman ….whats his name again? Marchant?"

"Senator Marchant."

She took a look at her daughter. She was still very pretty. "You'll have to find someone sooner rather then later. You wont have your looks forever. "

Casey glared at her mother. But her mother insisted. "I'm only looking out for your best interest. I mean, its bad enough you still have a spawn from that no good low life…"

Casey cut her off. "Thats enough!"

Charlie came out of his room when she heard yelling.

"Mom? Gramma? What's wrong?"

Casey stood up definitely. "Mom was just saying that she was leaving now."

"Already? " Charlie asked. "You'll have to come to one of my games."

"Maybe some day." She patted him on the head. "You'll have to make sure you do good. Maybe your coach will come to dinner again."

Charlie beamed. "Yeah! That would be great. Its so awesome that Ducksworth is sponsoring us."

"Ducksworth?" She thought for a moment. "As in Ducksworth, Savor and Gross?"

Charlie shrugged. "I guess. He was a lawyer before he started coaching us."

"A lawyer!" She smiled."You'll make sure you invite him over to dinner again," Charlie's grandmother said with a wink.

Casey pointed at the door.

"Out!"

To be continued