One Last Time
Chapter 7: Destined Reunions
By aznJEDI13
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. I own the plot and any original characters in this series.
Notes: This was written as pure fun. I hope that this does not offend anyone and if it does I did not by any means do it on purpose. Sorry I didn't have time to fix the grammar and all that fun stuff!
This takes place ten years after D3. Enjoy!
One Last Time: Destined Reunions
'…Can you remember back to a simpler time.
Back to the watercolor days that still run through your mind…'
Sometimes she wondered if she had fallen in love with the wrong man - if she had given her heart and poured her soul to the wrong person. She thought that maybe there was a mistake, a failure in her brain, possibly something had intoxicated her when she fell head over heels for him.
She wondered if it was possible to the fullest capacity of her heart not to love him.
He wasn't just her first love or her childhood and high school sweetheart, but a friend to the deepest part of her, a lover to her inner most depths, someone who worshipped the ground she walked on and kissed her feet. He was more than anyone could ever be to her.
He knew her inside out, he knew her better than at times she knew herself and he loved her more than she could ever possibly love him or anyone else.
Even the man that stood before her now.
Dwayne Robertson, the cowboy, the Texas head honcho, in all of her days had always had a thing for her and she had tried to ignore it for most of her life. She had tried to ignore his stares at her wedding, his glances while she lay on that horrid bed, his smiles when she was released; she had tried to ignore it.
She had made a mistake once and it had cost her everything – even him. She had, without a doubt, without a second thought, chased the love of her life away.
Yes, indeed that mistake had cost everything.
And here she was, alone, standing on the windy, cool ocean front balcony with Dwayne Robertson. A guy whose been trying to get her for fifteen years.
But once again he would not succeed.
For, if anything, her heart had already been sold, given away to a man who deserved it more than anyone else did. More than she herself deserved it and certainly more than she deserved his heart, but she knew she still had it.
Dwayne stood nervously in front of her, his eyes fixed on her as she unconsciously blushed and the wind blew some hair in her face. Before he could react, she reached to smooth it out of her face and then turned to see ocean.
She remembered this scene, in the farthest corners of her heart, she remembered it, the familiarity shown so brightly with contrast and clarity she didn't know existed.
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He took her to candlelight dinner, followed by a serene, but passionate walk on the beach. She held onto his hand as the sand dance between her toes and the salt water thirsted on her brunette hair. His hand held hers not too tight afraid that she might disappear, but not to loose either afraid that she might slip away, but just right – just perfect.
His jacket was placed warmly around her shoulders as his tie was loosened around his neck. In a bluish-gray shirt he looked absolutely dashing and she in a plain, but sophisticate black spaghetti strap dress, was what he called both ravishing and beautiful at the same time.
She had teased him, saying he was embellishing the truth a bit, but instead he pressed his lips to hers and once he had pulled away admitted she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and he ever would see.
The sun was setting slowly and an ethereal glow as the orange light fell upon them was cast as their hair blew in the vibrant and growing wind. She smiled slightly at his look of intensity and of passion and gripped his hand tighter.
It was their first anniversary.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked.
He smiled and focused on her beautiful face, "What it'd be like living here, on the beach," He placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist of the hand he held, "Of watching the sunset off your face each and everyday."
She smiled back, "And where would we get the money to buy a house?"
He shrugged, "Hockey."
She laughed, "Hockey? Now you're dreaming Guy Germaine – You're crazy!"
His blue eyes shined as he pulled her towards him and leaned forward for a kiss and with a smirk he answered, "Yes, crazy for you."
She leaned against him, her head resting against his chest as she stared out over the ocean and he placed his chin on top of her head, "You've been hanging around Luis too much." She joked. She grew solemn, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, "This feels so good. Can we stay like this?"
He smiled, "Till the end of time."
She laughed, "You wish!" She looked up and cupped his cheek with her right hand, "What's with you and all those romantic lines?"
He shrugged for the second time that night, "Comes natural I suppose."
"Natural? Right, baby, right."
His brows creased, "You didn't seem to think so last night."
She blushed furiously a crimson red, "Well," She muttered, "Last night was different."
He shook his head, smirking, he had got her, "Whatever you say babe." He leaned forward and kissed her once and then pulled away, "Happy Anniversary, Connie."
"Happy Anniversary Guy."
He pulled away, smiling. "My gift first!" He then grabbed her hand and sat on the beach. She sat between his legs as they sprawled out along the sand. He leaned back on his elbows and slightly with one hand caressed the back of her arm. He kissed her neck; she laughed slightly and grew romantic.
"Guy…" She purred.
He didn't respond, but kissed her again, suddenly his hand came forward and presented her with keys.
She pulled back and asked, "What's this?"
He laughed, "Your new house."
"What?" She asked incredulously, "What to you mean?"
He smiled and pulled her to her feet and pointed slightly to a weather worn, small house, but the perfect size for the two of them. It had two windows, framing the wall that overlooked the beach and the skyline. He spoke softly and lovingly, "That house is ours and so is this beach."
"Oh my gosh!" She screamed and jumped into his arms, pushing him against the sand. He landed with an 'oof", but then smiled at her.
"You like?"
She kissed him before responding; "I like."
He kissed her again. She smile against his lips, "It's perfect," She paused, "For the three of us."
He pulled back from kissing her, "Three of us?"
She smiled and looked into his eyes, "Yes, the three of us," She kissed his shocked face, "You, me, and the baby."
"T-the b-baby?" He stuttered.
She leaned her head on his chest, "That's what I said, didn't I?"
"W-who's the father?" He asked, still stunned.
She laughed, reaching to caress his jawbone, "Who do you think?"
He chuckled, 'W-we're gonna have a baby?" She nodded and he smiled, laughing, "We're gonna have a baby!"
"You're happy?" She asked quietly.
"Absolutely," He paused, growing sober and looking into her eyes, "Why not?"
She shrugged her shoulder, "I don't know." She paused, looking away; "I'm afraid Guy. Afraid what it'll do to your hockey career. You're just starting, you could go pro anytime and now this. Going pro is the opportunity of a lifetime and then there's your other caree…"
He stopped her by planting his lips against her own gently; "I don't care Connie. I'd give up hockey just to be a father." He shrugged, "I guess I'm just going to work on my medical degree. You know, doctors make just about the same amount of money."
"You would?"
He kissed her again, "Most definitely."
She smiled contently, "I love you Guy."
He caressed her hair with his fingers, "I love you too Connie." He laughed, "Now how about we christen this beach?"
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Dwayne had yet worked up the nerve to talk to her as she stared out over the ocean. Though she could not feel the sand dancing between her toes, she could feel the salt water thirsting off her brunette hair and she could smell the ocean clearly.
Though this was not the exact beach where they had made love under the bright stars and the moonlight or she had disclosed to him information about her pregnancy, it was close to it and thus seemed familiar.
Though in reality this beach was alien, the house was alien, the stars and the moon were alien.
It was then after that realization that Dwayne spoke, his hatless hair absorbing the salt water like her own, "Connie." He began, looking at her profile. "I just wanted to apologize for all the trouble I might have been throughout the years. Chasing you when you were chasing," he bit his lip, "You know."
She nodded and finally turned to face him, "You have nothing to be sorry about Dwayne."
He shrugged, "Just feel kinda stupid, I suppose." He paused, looking into her eyes, "I should've known better."
"Known what?" She asked.
"That you'd never love anyone but him."
She nodded; feeling guilty knowing it was true. She then smiled at him, placing her hand lightly on his arm; "You've always been sweet Dwayne."
He smiled that grinned of his and ran his hand through his hair, "You've always been more than any of us could have been, Connie," He paused, "Especially now."
She pulled her hand back, growing quiet, "I owe everyone so much."
He shook his head, his Texas accent still as strong as ever; "You don't owe anyone anything." He paused, "We all did it out of love. A duck was drowning and all we did was pull you to shore. You did everything else yourself."
"And without him." She stared out at the ocean again.
He smiled, "Even without him."
"Connie!" She jumped, not having heard that voice in ages. She looked at Dwayne and her brows creased in consternation.
"You didn't say that did you?" She asked him.
He shook his head.
"No, Connie, over here." She whirled around back to look at the beach and found herself staring down at a familiar figure.
"Charlie!" She gasped, "What are you doing here?"
"I can still here your voice a million miles away," He smiled at her, a smile that was reserved only for her and then winked, "Amazed?"
She shook her head, remembering Dwayne was still there and he stood there with his mouth wide open, pieces had fallen into place.
"Oh, my," He was speechless, "Connie."
She shook her head, "No, Dwayne!" He began to walk to the doorway, utter shock on his face, "Dwayne!" She screamed and felt tears began to fall on the corner of her eyes.
She shook her head and ran down the stairs to meet Charlie. When she got there he gathered her in his arms only to have her push him away, "Don't Charlie."
He mocked fear, "What? Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Why are you here?" She whispered, demanding.
"I can't see you?" He leaned forward for a kiss, only to have her pull away again. She slapped him.
"Don't, Charlie. Just don't. Go home."
She began to walk away only to have him grab her arm, his fist was curled into a ball ready to hit her back. "Don't hit me, Connie." He smiled, growing friendly again; "I'm a duck. I have a right to be here."
She shook her head and began walking away again, "Not if I have any say."
"What is your problem Connie?"
She charged toward him, her finger pointing at his chest, "You." She shook her head; "Don't you see Charlie?"
"No, I don't." He smiled, "I divorced Lauren. We don't have to hide it anymore, you don't have to hide from me."
"I was hiding from you for a reason." She shook her head again, "It's been three years Charlie, you expect me to feel the same?"
"Well," He laughed cynically, "Yeah."
"You cost me everything Charlie. We made a stupid mistake, we did something we shouldn't have and it cost me everything." She paused, growing silent; "I can't live a lie Charlie. I can't go on thinking, lying to myself that I love you when obviously I don't."
He nodded, growing silent and sucking in a deep breath. She continued, "And I can't go on living, lying to myself that you love me."
He nodded, "Yeah." He let out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding, "You're right." He smiled, "No ones ever had that effect on me before though."
She shrugged, "Maybe it was cause you were doing something that you knew you shouldn't have been doing."
"Maybe." His smile faded, "Can I still come in?"
"Of course." She leaned forward and kissed him softly and sisterly on the lips, "You're a duck, you're family."
He nodded and followed her upstairs. They entered the room, people were chatting idly, but conversation stopped when she and Charlie entered the room.
"What is it?" she asked Greg, who had approached her. He shook his head sadly and blocked her from continuing, "Greg, what are you doing?" She asked again.
"Yeah, Goldberg, what are you doing man?" Charlie added.
"I'm sorry Connie I can't let you pass."
Her eyes grew this look of shock, "Dwayne told you didn't he?" Goldberg shook his head again. She froze with fear and then continued again, "Let me through, Gold-"
She never finished her sentence for over Goldberg's shoulder she saw him. There he was in a lavished black suit; his blond hair short and spiked and his sparkling blue eyes focused on her and Charlie. He was different, older, and not the Guy Germaine that she had known or hurt, but it was without a doubt some form of the man she had loved for her entire life.
Everything came rushing back to her before it all went black.
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"What's that?" He asked from his side of the bed. He had just entered the bed and looked over to see what she was reading.
"A book of names." She replied, enrapt on the words.
"For the baby?"
She nodded; he pulled her towards him, forcing her to put the book down. He kissed her neck, "Tell me what names you have so far."
She smiled and reached behind her head to hold his head as she leaned back, her hand resting unconsciously on her bulging stomach. Four months into her pregnancy and she as fat or at least she felt as fat as a hippopotamus.
"Well," She began, "For a boy I was thinking Ryan or Jordan."
"How about Guy Germaine Jr.?" He asked, smiling and teasing.
She shook her head and kissed his jawbone, "You wish." She paused, "And for a girl I was thinking Julie, of course, or Rachel or Katie."
"Rachel Germaine?" He asked quizzically.
She laughed and snuggled farther into his hug, "Hey it could work."
He nodded, "Sure." He paused looking outside at the blowing wind and simply said, "I think it's a girl."
She nodded, "Katie Germaine then?"
He smiled and nodded kissing her neck as his hands came to rest on her bulging abdomen, "Katie Germaine, I like the sound of that."
He bent to kiss her again, but then pulled away.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
He smiled, "I felt it kick."
She nodded laughing and running her hand down his jawbone again, "It does that a lot." She paused, "I think she likes her name."
He laughed and then grew sober; "Do you think it can hear us?"
She nodded. He released her and she went to learn her back against the headboard of the bed. He rested his head in her lap and he massaged her stomach gently.
She was about to dose off when she heard his voice as he whispered to her baby – their baby.
"Hey there." He whispered, "It's me, your father. Sounds kind of weird, huh? I'm new to the title. Well, I'm your daddy." He kissed Connie's growing bulge, "Yeah, I can't wait to meet you, to hold you, and to play with you – to love you." He smiled, "I love you so much already."
Connie smiled and pretended to be asleep, but soon found herself almost asleep.
Her husband continued as his hand rested on his stomach, "You're kicking again. You're amazing. I can't believe your mommy and I created something so amazing." He smiled, "I love your mommy. She's a great girl. I was born to love her like I was born to love you." He shrugged, "Well I better let you get to sleep. Remember I love you, I'll always love you."
Soon Guy joined his wife in peaceful slumber after a moment that would later haunt both of them.
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To be continued…
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