Disclaimer : I don't own the Mighty ducks, Disney and the NHL do.
A/N : Ok, this is just a quick fic that I thought up one day whilst on the bus. Let's just pretend for my sake that the ANAHEIM mighty ducks don't exist ok!!!
Chapter 1
CONNIE'S P.O.V
Being 21 and 8 months pregnant was not that much fun, in fact it was down right boring. Seeing everyone around me celebrate the end of college and not being able to join in on the late night parties was rather depressing. Ok, not that I needed to go to any of those 'exciting' activities but there was a large difference between able to go but turning the offer down and not being able to go and having to turn the offer down. Ok, sure there were people worse off in this world than myself but I just feel so alienated from every normal college graduate, even my fellow ducks felt like different people at times.
Sure I had Guy, my husband of just over a year, best friends I would give an arm and a leg for, a baby on the way and my future career all panned out for me but other than that I didn't have anything else going for me. There was no family that cared enough about me, other than my only big brother Harry but he had made a life for himself in Canada with his wife. My mom wasn't a real mom, in fact I hadn't seen her in over 11 years and I had never known my dad.
I suppose most of these feelings were coming out because of my own fright that I might be an awful mom just like my mom had to me, you know like hereditary. I hadn't told anyone about these feelings, scared they might think I'm being stupid but my mind raced 24/7, especially if I was doing anything to do with the baby, I just didn't want my baby growing up with a similar childhood to my own. Living in a 2 bedroom house, having to rely on my brother to care for me until I was old enough to do everything for myself. I could visualize myself now when I was about 6 in my old house, climbing on the kitchen work surface trying to reach the only bit of edible food in the house then trying my hardest to follow the cooking instructions but undoubtly getting it wrong and having to eat it anyway unless my brother had returned home from school. Luckily by the age of 8 we were taken off my mom and my Gran was given sole custody of us. When I was 18 she had died leaving me once again to care for myself.
"Connie, you ok"? Julie spoke softly holding a mug of hot chocolate for me.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about something". I replied uneasily but dismissing any funny look she threw my way.
"So, you gonna come with me tomorrow to pick my dress"? Julie asked sitting on the coffee table opposite me. Julie had been spending a lot of time with me over the past month or so, especially when Guy wasn't around to watch me like a hawk, the only downside to hanging out with Julie was the non stop chatter about hers and Adam's wedding in 6 weeks time. I didn't mind most of the time, realizing I had been just the same when it had been my turn.
Just as I was about to answer, the door barged open and 11 masculine bodies flowed through shouting numerous different things about being the best or something to that effect.
"Shall we take it they won"? Julie laughed as they paraded around the living room in groups of 2 and 3 arms wrapped around each other's shoulders as they jumped up and down wildly.
After about 5 minutes they settled to a moderate level and sat on the various seats around the room. Guy plonked himself down at my side and rested his hand on my big bump. He had done that ever since I had told him I was pregnant. He was far more excited about this baby than I expected him to be and I knew he'd make a great dad.
By now, Julie and re-positioned herself and was now sat in Adam's lap in the chair next to the sofa. They were definitely a pair, one minute they were cooing all over each other then the next minute they'd be at each other's throats, a little like myself and Guy were when we were dating in our early years. I tuned back into Earth to find the conversation was about the hen and stag nights for Adam and Julie's wedding.
"So what's your plans for the stag night then"? Julie asked directing the question mainly at the teams organizer Charlie.
"Well, we are having a practise this weekend"? Charlie answered.
"More like an excuse to have two stag nights". Julie replied.
"Change the phrasing there Jules, to stag WEEKEND". Russ said then suddenly regretting his words.
"And when were you going to tell me about this? When you got back". Julie turned and glared at Adam. He shrugged in reply. "Oh, Ok, well I think when Connie's had the baby, us girls have a practice hen weekend then go for the real hen weekend then"? Julie smiled at me.
"I'm definitely up for that". I replied seeing the devious smile appear.
"Yeah right, I can just see you girls out in the wilderness now". Guy snickered but soon stopped when I elbowed him in the chest.
"Who say's it's got to be out in the wilderness. I kinda like the sound of a 5 star hotel, of course at my darling fiancé's expense". Julie stifled a smile. At this point Adam had gone completely pale in the thought.
"Well, I don't think I should go on the practice, it's too near the baby's due date and this is one thing I'm not going to miss". Guy stated.
"You have to man, we wouldn't be complete without you". Adam responded.
"Guy, I'm not due for another month, you have to go". I joined in. A little time apart would do us both the world of good, me more than him. "Anyway I've always got Julie and you have a cell in case anything happens".
After about half an hour, the ducks disappeared to their own homes, leaving me and Guy alone. He took himself off into the shower, leaving me to ponder over my previous thoughts. I found myself wandering into mine and Guy's room and pulling my own baby album out from an old box that I had deliberately pushed as far under the bed as I could. I opened it up, revealing the one and only picture my mom had put in. A picture of her holding me just after I was born. I must have been there a while, staring at the picture, allowing it to bring back all my horrid memories it had taken me years to forget about.
"Con, what are you doing"? Guy lowered himself onto the bed next to me.
"I'm a lot like her you know"? I replied.
"You aren't. Not one bit". He took the book gently from my grasp.
"I so wish I could believe you, I wish it were true, but I am, no matter how far I run from it". Tears gently rolled down my cheeks.
"Connie, will you listen to me. You are nothing like you mom. For starters your mom was blonde". Guy tried lightening the mood.
"It was dyed blonde". I answered.
"Ok, the difference between you and your mom is that you have a big heart, you care about other people and I love you. Now stop thinking about her, she isn't part of your life, she never really was". He pulled me into a tight squeeze.
"I can't". I sobbed.
"Why can't you"?
"I'm scared of everything, most of all not being able to love it and abandoning it just like her". Tears poured easily now.
"You already love it Con, you have since you found out and you won't abandon it because you aren't your mom and I won't let you". Those were the last words I heard that evening as I fell asleep in his arms, peaceful in the knowledge that Guy had enough faith in me not to be a carbon copy of my mom.
The next morning, I felt a little more at ease, but still the same thoughts were running through my mind over and over again. Guy tried breaking the tense air between us many times, but to no avail.
"Con, I have to go to practice, will you be ok on your own"? He asked me across the table.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just don't worry ok, go have fun". I replied somewhat distant but he did what I told him.
After he had gone, I sat staring aimlessly at my bowl of soggy cereal, half expecting all the answers in the world that I needed to hear would simply appear. I just wanted my mom out of my head. Without even thinking, I got up rather slowly as I did everything nowadays, and waddled over to my room and with very little patience pulled on my horrid pregnant clothes before rushing out of the apartment.
When I returned half an hour later, carrying what I thought would help me come to terms with my feelings, I felt happier in the knowledge that for the past half an hour, my mom hadn't entered my head at all. That was until now. I retrieved a box of photo's that I had kept over the years and returned to the kitchen table where I sifted through the box in search of a certain picture. Once I had found it, I opened the new baby book, I had just been out to buy and placed the photo on the page allocated for the mother's family, opposite the fathers family. Once it was stuck in, I admired the photo before shutting the book and allowing all my worries float away.
Guy was home in no less than an hour later. I was sat watching one of those dispisable daytime soap operas that I had unfortunately become part of my normal routine recently. I could hear him opening the book.
"What's this"? He asked me. I could tell he was rather confused.
"That Guy is what you call a baby book". I replied.
"I know that, but"? He referred to the photo.
"Well, I've thought about nothing else since I found out about this baby. I didn't and don't EVER want to be like my mom, and I suppose in a weird way she was haunting me. Well today, I went to see Gran and as I stood there talking to her I realised that she and Harry were my only family and the only people the baby needs to know about". I stood and waddled over to him.
"I'm glad you sorted it out. Now can I please have the old Connie back, please". Guy laughed gently, pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead.
"You most certainly can". I hugged him.
Well, would you like me to continue this a little bit more or shall I leave it here??? PLEASE R&R!!!!
A/N : Ok, this is just a quick fic that I thought up one day whilst on the bus. Let's just pretend for my sake that the ANAHEIM mighty ducks don't exist ok!!!
Chapter 1
CONNIE'S P.O.V
Being 21 and 8 months pregnant was not that much fun, in fact it was down right boring. Seeing everyone around me celebrate the end of college and not being able to join in on the late night parties was rather depressing. Ok, not that I needed to go to any of those 'exciting' activities but there was a large difference between able to go but turning the offer down and not being able to go and having to turn the offer down. Ok, sure there were people worse off in this world than myself but I just feel so alienated from every normal college graduate, even my fellow ducks felt like different people at times.
Sure I had Guy, my husband of just over a year, best friends I would give an arm and a leg for, a baby on the way and my future career all panned out for me but other than that I didn't have anything else going for me. There was no family that cared enough about me, other than my only big brother Harry but he had made a life for himself in Canada with his wife. My mom wasn't a real mom, in fact I hadn't seen her in over 11 years and I had never known my dad.
I suppose most of these feelings were coming out because of my own fright that I might be an awful mom just like my mom had to me, you know like hereditary. I hadn't told anyone about these feelings, scared they might think I'm being stupid but my mind raced 24/7, especially if I was doing anything to do with the baby, I just didn't want my baby growing up with a similar childhood to my own. Living in a 2 bedroom house, having to rely on my brother to care for me until I was old enough to do everything for myself. I could visualize myself now when I was about 6 in my old house, climbing on the kitchen work surface trying to reach the only bit of edible food in the house then trying my hardest to follow the cooking instructions but undoubtly getting it wrong and having to eat it anyway unless my brother had returned home from school. Luckily by the age of 8 we were taken off my mom and my Gran was given sole custody of us. When I was 18 she had died leaving me once again to care for myself.
"Connie, you ok"? Julie spoke softly holding a mug of hot chocolate for me.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about something". I replied uneasily but dismissing any funny look she threw my way.
"So, you gonna come with me tomorrow to pick my dress"? Julie asked sitting on the coffee table opposite me. Julie had been spending a lot of time with me over the past month or so, especially when Guy wasn't around to watch me like a hawk, the only downside to hanging out with Julie was the non stop chatter about hers and Adam's wedding in 6 weeks time. I didn't mind most of the time, realizing I had been just the same when it had been my turn.
Just as I was about to answer, the door barged open and 11 masculine bodies flowed through shouting numerous different things about being the best or something to that effect.
"Shall we take it they won"? Julie laughed as they paraded around the living room in groups of 2 and 3 arms wrapped around each other's shoulders as they jumped up and down wildly.
After about 5 minutes they settled to a moderate level and sat on the various seats around the room. Guy plonked himself down at my side and rested his hand on my big bump. He had done that ever since I had told him I was pregnant. He was far more excited about this baby than I expected him to be and I knew he'd make a great dad.
By now, Julie and re-positioned herself and was now sat in Adam's lap in the chair next to the sofa. They were definitely a pair, one minute they were cooing all over each other then the next minute they'd be at each other's throats, a little like myself and Guy were when we were dating in our early years. I tuned back into Earth to find the conversation was about the hen and stag nights for Adam and Julie's wedding.
"So what's your plans for the stag night then"? Julie asked directing the question mainly at the teams organizer Charlie.
"Well, we are having a practise this weekend"? Charlie answered.
"More like an excuse to have two stag nights". Julie replied.
"Change the phrasing there Jules, to stag WEEKEND". Russ said then suddenly regretting his words.
"And when were you going to tell me about this? When you got back". Julie turned and glared at Adam. He shrugged in reply. "Oh, Ok, well I think when Connie's had the baby, us girls have a practice hen weekend then go for the real hen weekend then"? Julie smiled at me.
"I'm definitely up for that". I replied seeing the devious smile appear.
"Yeah right, I can just see you girls out in the wilderness now". Guy snickered but soon stopped when I elbowed him in the chest.
"Who say's it's got to be out in the wilderness. I kinda like the sound of a 5 star hotel, of course at my darling fiancé's expense". Julie stifled a smile. At this point Adam had gone completely pale in the thought.
"Well, I don't think I should go on the practice, it's too near the baby's due date and this is one thing I'm not going to miss". Guy stated.
"You have to man, we wouldn't be complete without you". Adam responded.
"Guy, I'm not due for another month, you have to go". I joined in. A little time apart would do us both the world of good, me more than him. "Anyway I've always got Julie and you have a cell in case anything happens".
After about half an hour, the ducks disappeared to their own homes, leaving me and Guy alone. He took himself off into the shower, leaving me to ponder over my previous thoughts. I found myself wandering into mine and Guy's room and pulling my own baby album out from an old box that I had deliberately pushed as far under the bed as I could. I opened it up, revealing the one and only picture my mom had put in. A picture of her holding me just after I was born. I must have been there a while, staring at the picture, allowing it to bring back all my horrid memories it had taken me years to forget about.
"Con, what are you doing"? Guy lowered himself onto the bed next to me.
"I'm a lot like her you know"? I replied.
"You aren't. Not one bit". He took the book gently from my grasp.
"I so wish I could believe you, I wish it were true, but I am, no matter how far I run from it". Tears gently rolled down my cheeks.
"Connie, will you listen to me. You are nothing like you mom. For starters your mom was blonde". Guy tried lightening the mood.
"It was dyed blonde". I answered.
"Ok, the difference between you and your mom is that you have a big heart, you care about other people and I love you. Now stop thinking about her, she isn't part of your life, she never really was". He pulled me into a tight squeeze.
"I can't". I sobbed.
"Why can't you"?
"I'm scared of everything, most of all not being able to love it and abandoning it just like her". Tears poured easily now.
"You already love it Con, you have since you found out and you won't abandon it because you aren't your mom and I won't let you". Those were the last words I heard that evening as I fell asleep in his arms, peaceful in the knowledge that Guy had enough faith in me not to be a carbon copy of my mom.
The next morning, I felt a little more at ease, but still the same thoughts were running through my mind over and over again. Guy tried breaking the tense air between us many times, but to no avail.
"Con, I have to go to practice, will you be ok on your own"? He asked me across the table.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just don't worry ok, go have fun". I replied somewhat distant but he did what I told him.
After he had gone, I sat staring aimlessly at my bowl of soggy cereal, half expecting all the answers in the world that I needed to hear would simply appear. I just wanted my mom out of my head. Without even thinking, I got up rather slowly as I did everything nowadays, and waddled over to my room and with very little patience pulled on my horrid pregnant clothes before rushing out of the apartment.
When I returned half an hour later, carrying what I thought would help me come to terms with my feelings, I felt happier in the knowledge that for the past half an hour, my mom hadn't entered my head at all. That was until now. I retrieved a box of photo's that I had kept over the years and returned to the kitchen table where I sifted through the box in search of a certain picture. Once I had found it, I opened the new baby book, I had just been out to buy and placed the photo on the page allocated for the mother's family, opposite the fathers family. Once it was stuck in, I admired the photo before shutting the book and allowing all my worries float away.
Guy was home in no less than an hour later. I was sat watching one of those dispisable daytime soap operas that I had unfortunately become part of my normal routine recently. I could hear him opening the book.
"What's this"? He asked me. I could tell he was rather confused.
"That Guy is what you call a baby book". I replied.
"I know that, but"? He referred to the photo.
"Well, I've thought about nothing else since I found out about this baby. I didn't and don't EVER want to be like my mom, and I suppose in a weird way she was haunting me. Well today, I went to see Gran and as I stood there talking to her I realised that she and Harry were my only family and the only people the baby needs to know about". I stood and waddled over to him.
"I'm glad you sorted it out. Now can I please have the old Connie back, please". Guy laughed gently, pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead.
"You most certainly can". I hugged him.
Well, would you like me to continue this a little bit more or shall I leave it here??? PLEASE R&R!!!!