~* If you've never heard of it in one of the Ducks movies, then I own it.*~
** Keep in mind in this I'm making Orion's daughter two years younger then the Ducks, so she's 15.**
I roll into the rink and stop and stop next to the bleachers. My father's team is on the ice, all lined up, quietly waiting his instructions. He paces in front then like a general commanding his troops and I sigh. Hockey's always been such a huge part up of my father's life, ever since I can remember. It's hard sometimes to watch him with the Ducks and know I'll never be a part of the one thing that brings him so much joy. I watch the relationship he had with the team and wish he had a bond like that.
I know my daddy loves me, he tills me that all the time. And he tries to spend at much time with me as he can, like pushing me around the ice every Saturday. He shows me his play book and roster every night before a game, and I just smile and nod like I know what he's talking about. But I see it when he looks at me, the guilt he has. I know he blames himself for my condition. That's why he buries himself in his work, to escape the unwavering guilt.
Still, I go to the rink with him every Saturday and look at all he has to show me the night before a game. Sometimes I even have my mother drive me to watch their practices like I have today. I get a kick out of watching them, they're all so much fun and different. Charlie's like a brother to me, he's so close to my dad. And his girlfriend Kory is great, she's deaf, so I got her to start coming with me to my teens with disabilities group. Allot of the time I sit undetected in the arena and just watch them all though, not talking to anyone. This time however I've been spotted.
"Hey Becky!" Connie calls from the ice and my father turns around to look at me.
My dad nods at me. "Hello sweetie, when'd you get here?"
"Hi." I reply with a smile and wave. "Mom just dropped me off."
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."
"Don't worry about it, just coach, Coach."
He forces the Ducks through various drills and makes them scrimmage in four different groups. They all look dog tired by the time he blows his whistle and lets them all go to the locker room and change. He follows and I sit alone, in the quiet smelling the ice.
Luis is the first one out of the locker room, with his gear bag hanging from his shoulder, he walks over to me. "Hey cutie." He teases.
I giggle. "Hi Luis. What's up?"
"Nothing, actually we're all going over to Mickey's wanna come with us? I know there's a certain star player that would definitely like for you to come."
That makes me blush. "Really?"
"Sure, so you gonna come?"
"I'd like to, but I don't imagine any of you own a handicap accessible van."
"Don't worry, we've got it all worked out."
"Sure, then I'm in."
"Awesome, I'll go let anyone else know."
Luis was right, they did have everything worked out. By worked out, he meant they'd arranged for Portman to lift me out of my wheel chair and put me in the backseat of the car. It is sort of weird and I can tell me father is a nervous wreck. He doesn't really trust anyone to drive me but my mother and himself. And he doesn't even fully trust himself that much, as he's scared since he'd been driving in my last accident. But as Charlie's beat up old Buick pulls out of the Eden Hall parking lot I can't help but grin.
I love spending time with the team and I can't wait to get out of the car and into a booth at Mickey's. Maybe I'll even get to sit near Banks.
** Keep in mind in this I'm making Orion's daughter two years younger then the Ducks, so she's 15.**
I roll into the rink and stop and stop next to the bleachers. My father's team is on the ice, all lined up, quietly waiting his instructions. He paces in front then like a general commanding his troops and I sigh. Hockey's always been such a huge part up of my father's life, ever since I can remember. It's hard sometimes to watch him with the Ducks and know I'll never be a part of the one thing that brings him so much joy. I watch the relationship he had with the team and wish he had a bond like that.
I know my daddy loves me, he tills me that all the time. And he tries to spend at much time with me as he can, like pushing me around the ice every Saturday. He shows me his play book and roster every night before a game, and I just smile and nod like I know what he's talking about. But I see it when he looks at me, the guilt he has. I know he blames himself for my condition. That's why he buries himself in his work, to escape the unwavering guilt.
Still, I go to the rink with him every Saturday and look at all he has to show me the night before a game. Sometimes I even have my mother drive me to watch their practices like I have today. I get a kick out of watching them, they're all so much fun and different. Charlie's like a brother to me, he's so close to my dad. And his girlfriend Kory is great, she's deaf, so I got her to start coming with me to my teens with disabilities group. Allot of the time I sit undetected in the arena and just watch them all though, not talking to anyone. This time however I've been spotted.
"Hey Becky!" Connie calls from the ice and my father turns around to look at me.
My dad nods at me. "Hello sweetie, when'd you get here?"
"Hi." I reply with a smile and wave. "Mom just dropped me off."
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."
"Don't worry about it, just coach, Coach."
He forces the Ducks through various drills and makes them scrimmage in four different groups. They all look dog tired by the time he blows his whistle and lets them all go to the locker room and change. He follows and I sit alone, in the quiet smelling the ice.
Luis is the first one out of the locker room, with his gear bag hanging from his shoulder, he walks over to me. "Hey cutie." He teases.
I giggle. "Hi Luis. What's up?"
"Nothing, actually we're all going over to Mickey's wanna come with us? I know there's a certain star player that would definitely like for you to come."
That makes me blush. "Really?"
"Sure, so you gonna come?"
"I'd like to, but I don't imagine any of you own a handicap accessible van."
"Don't worry, we've got it all worked out."
"Sure, then I'm in."
"Awesome, I'll go let anyone else know."
Luis was right, they did have everything worked out. By worked out, he meant they'd arranged for Portman to lift me out of my wheel chair and put me in the backseat of the car. It is sort of weird and I can tell me father is a nervous wreck. He doesn't really trust anyone to drive me but my mother and himself. And he doesn't even fully trust himself that much, as he's scared since he'd been driving in my last accident. But as Charlie's beat up old Buick pulls out of the Eden Hall parking lot I can't help but grin.
I love spending time with the team and I can't wait to get out of the car and into a booth at Mickey's. Maybe I'll even get to sit near Banks.