Author's Note: Deena's turn! That's pretty much the gist of this chapter. Thanks for the reviews!

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Chapter 3: Trusting Deena

"Congratulations Captain!" Adam said as Deena walked in the door, after hockey practice.

"How did you," she started and then realized, "How long have you known?"

"He told me this weekend," he smiled, "I'm very proud of you Deena."

"Well, it's not starting for the Devils," she said, "But I'm happy with it."

"Do you want to call your older brother and brag?" Adam said, seeing his daughter's blue eyes light up.

"You didn't tell him?" She asked, getting excited.

"No," Adam laughed, "I thought you'd want to."

"Thank you Daddy!" She said throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm going to go call him." Adam laughed and shook his head as Deena sped up to her room. Once up there she pulled out her cell phone and called Julian.

"Well, if it isn't the big bad senior," Julian said, picking up the phone. "How's it going squirt?"

"I got captain!" She squealed.

"No way!" He said, "Dee that's awesome. About time Charlie stepped up and picked the right kid for once."

"He picked you," She said quietly.

"Yeah," he responded, they both knew that it should have been Kitty, and neither of them would have said it. "I'm proud of you kid."

"Thanks," she said. "You hit LA next week right?"

"Dee," he said sternly,

"Maybe if you just called her," she said.

"Deena," he said, "I love you, kid, and I love her, but it's not that simple."

"It is that simple," she said. "You all stopped trying and that's why,"

"Deena Heather," he cut her off, "We did not stop trying. Ask Theresa, Luis calls her all the time, and Lexi tries, and Danny. I'm sure the only reason why she and Theresa don't talk is because,"

"She has that whole make Daddy happy thing," Deena nodded.

"She doesn't want us to be around anymore, Dee," Julian sighed, "I know it sucks. Trust me, no one wants her back more than me."

"I know," Deena said. "I miss her, that's all."

"I miss her too," he smiled. "Dee, I know this was all rough on you."

"I worry about you," she said.

"I'm fine," he said, "I'm busy, and Lexi's nearby, we hang all the time. My team's great, I'm living the dream, I mean I'm in the NHL Dee, I'm doing what Dad and Charlie both couldn't do."

"Are you happy though?" Deena asked.

"No," he admitted, "I'm not. But there's not much I can do about that now."

"You can call her when you play Anaheim!" Deena said. "Julian, I really think you should. When was the last time you spoke to her?"

"She threw the ring at my head the last time I spoke to her," Julian said. "Dee, drop it ok? I can live without her."

"I have homework, and then Ryan's coming over," she sighed. "I have to go."

"Tell Ryan that if his hands go out of bounds I will know and his ass will get kicked all the way from Jersey," Julian said. "Got it?"

"Goodbye big brother," she said.

"I'm serious," he said.

"Deena," Adam called up the stairs, "Ryan's here."

"Is he there?" Julian said, "Put him on the phone."

"Bye Julian," she said and hung up.

"Hello Deena," Ryan came in and kissed her. "Your Dad let me come upstairs."

"He's in a good mood," she smiled, and kissed him again.

"As are you," he laughed, "Congratulations Captain Banks. I am making out with the Captain of the Eden Hall Varsity hockey team. I am so the coolest girl in school."

"You are," she smiled, "You are so totally the coolest girl in school. Don't tell Re, she'll be totally sad that you passed her." He kissed her again, "Mmm, hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Ryan nodded, "Anything."

"Do you want to get married?" She said.

"Dee," he groaned.

"I'm serious," she said.

"Not for a long time," he kissed her again, "Right now, I just want to kiss you." She giggled, "And then kiss you some more, and then like, totally brag about how hot Deena Banks the super hottie hockey captain is,"

"OK," she laughed and kissed him, "I'm sorry. No more crazy Kitty and Julian get married right after high school talk."

"Ever?" He said.

"Ever." She nodded. "Love you."

"Love you too," he said, "You're a nut, all of you crazy Banks and Portman people are, but I love you."

"So," Deena smiled, "My dad let you come upstairs. My dad never lets you come upstairs. My mom sometimes lets you come upstairs, I mean, when she follows you, but my dad never."

"I know," He smiled, "We should take advantage of this."

"I agree," She nodded, and put her arms around his neck. "We should take advantage of this."

"Hey you," Heather smiled walking in and sitting on Adam's lap. "You seem very happy."

"Deena's the captain," he said. "It's exciting."

"Hmm," she said, "Eight years ago, I recall a certain person in this room,"

"Yes," he said, "I know, I didn't want her to play. God, was that really eight years ago?"

"It was," she nodded, "Remember, Andy used to come over every day, Julian was afraid to talk to Kitty, Ryan was this skinny little boy who Deena bossed around,"

"So," Adam said, "The only thing that's changed is now there's no more Andy?"

"Basically," Heather nodded, "And I talked to Julie less, and our daughter wasn't in her bedroom with her boyfriend."

"What?" Adam said. "No, Ryan isn't allowed upstairs, but, oh." He stood up, ran up the stairs, opened Deena's door and cleared his throat.

"Hi Daddy," Deena said as she and Ryan pulled apart.

"Um, hey, Mr. Banks," Ryan said standing up, "I'm going to go now."

"That would be a good plan," Adam nodded, "Bye Ryan."

"Bye," he mumbled.

"I made captain Daddy!" Deena smiled, innocently. "Remember that?"

"Downstairs," he said, "Now."

"Dad, we weren't," She started.

"Deena, you know the rules," He said, as they walked down the stairs "Ryan isn't allowed in your room."

"You sent him up!" She objected, "And I don't understand why you don't trust me!"

"Deena, I'm not having this conversation with you," he said. "You're seventeen,"

"Yes, I'm seventeen, and I am old enough," she started shouting,

"You are not old enough!" Heather entered the conversation, "You are so far from old enough, Deena."

"When you were my age," Deena turned to her mother, "You,"

"No," Adam stopped her. "Deena, this isn't about that."

"No Adam, it's fine," Heather said, "What were you going to say Deena? I was sleeping with Dean right?"

"You were!" She said, "Mom, I know you were."

"Yes, I was," Heather nodded, "And I shouldn't have been, I was too young. And you're too young."

"Ryan loves me!" She said, "And I love him! And if we wanted to you couldn't stop us!"

"You're wrong about that!" Adam said, "I can stop you, at the very least I can stop you in this house!"

"Fine!" She said, turning around and stomping up the stairs. Adam flinched when he heard the door slam.

"She hates me." He said, shaking his head.

"No she doesn't," Heather laughed, "She's just, seventeen."

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