I love nights like this. Dinner's done, so are the dishes and we don't have any homework. So Cat and I are sitting on the couch, watching some movie that we decided was better than the rest of the stuff airing now.
Personally, I can't wait until 10, when the hockey playoffs start with my Canucks taking on LA. I know, I hear you. I should be supporting the local team.
If it's that important to ya, go talk to Beck. He and Andre are having a watch party.
This movie is ok. Some 70's thing that is good, but I've seen it a lot recently so my attention is split between my girlfriend curled into my side and worrying about Luongo's head exploding.
Last year's loss plus this year's up and down regular season has got me—
"Urr..." Cat said, as she curled even closer to me.
I simply wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her hair.
"Urr…urr…"
Cat?
"Hey. You ok?" I said softly, as she placed her head in my chest and tried putting her head thru my chest by turning her head back and forth rapidly.
"I'm going to take that as a no."
"Urr!"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean sweetheart."
She took her head out of my chest and crawled into my lap before putting her head back where it was.
"Robbie…" She said, sounding like a little girl.
"Unless you want to bury your head in my lungs, I'm afraid you can't sweetheart."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, you don't have to ask for permission." I smiled at her, twirling her hair in my hand.
"I'm not sure about this play."
"I'm not either sweetie. It's not something I exactly am down with."
"I wish you could be normal and get married to me."
"Are we still talking about the play?" I asked.
She nodded into my chest.
"Ok good, carry on." I smiled at her. She didn't see, but it was the thought that counts.
"I don't like playing such bad people. I am a good person!"
"I think this play is a way of Sikowitz challenging us. He purposely picked a play we would hate and now we have to make it work."
"But that's mean." She squeaked.
"It's his way of showing his love. He only wants us to be the best we can be."
"Promise?"
"Promise." I hugged her, and she whimpered into my chest again.
"I have more questions Robbie." She looked up at me, eyes bloodshot.
I wiped away the only visible tear. "Ok. Fire away."
"What do I do if people hit on me? It's getting really creepy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, guys have always come up to me since I'm cute and try to get a one night stand out of me and stuff, but there's this one guy that I think is stalking me Robbie."
I quickly pulled her back into my arms and hugged her tightly. "Sunshine, how long has this been going on?"
"A week or two? I'm not sure."
"Ok. At CTC?"
She nodded into my chest.
"I'll see if security can do anything. If not I'm getting a restraining order." I thought aloud.
"That's what my friend Terra said."
"Who's Terra?" I asked.
Cat's eyes quickly shifted down. "It's a friend of mine that owns a cupcake shop off Sunset Boulevard. She said I should get a gun or Taser but I know you don't want me carrying a weapon." She rambled, then plopping her head back into my chest.
"Not a bad idea, aside from the weapons. When did you meet...?" I trailed off, forgetting her name.
"Terra. And I met her in her shop. She always noticed I got the Red Velvet Cupcakes and my hair and we started talking from there."
"Are they good?"
"What's good?" She replied.
I laughed. "The cupcakes. Are they tasty?"
"Delicious. I need to bring you by sometime. I've mentioned you a lot."
"I hope so. We are getting married at some point."
"But not in the immediate future." Cat said.
That was our bargain. She agreed to marry me, which was the easy part.
The hard part was convincing her that we aren't ready for kids. She has been obsessed with cute babies and legitimately asked me "Robbie, can we have kids in 2 months?"
"Two months? Why two months specifically?"
"That's when my birth control wears off."
"Cat, sweetheart. Why do you want kids?"
She quickly looked horrified. "YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE KIDS?"
"Whoa! Cat. I misspoke. Why do you want kids right now?"
"I don't want them now. I want to get going in 2 months." She monotoned.
"Baby. I'm not making myself clear. Why do you want a baby period?" I clarified, hoping she wouldn't run from the room.
"I know you are my forever boy, and I want to have kids and complete that picture." She smiled at me, coming for a hug.
"I understand that. I really do. But a baby would push us apart. I would need to get a more normal job. Plus babies are a lot of work. I wouldn't get to enjoy you as much as I want to." I reasoned.
"You wouldn't do it?" Tears sprung to her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't want to be the daddy of my baby." She appeared to be holding on by her fingertips.
She looked ready to run out of the room.
"I do! I would do it if you really want me to Cat, but I just want to have some time that we can be a couple in love."
"Like what?"
"Go on a cruise, do some traveling, work on more music, maybe even finish things at CTC next year. I just want to be able to know my little boy or girl's mom."
Tears flew back into her eyes.
"But if you want to do it, fine. Let me know when we can go." I placated her.
She quickly came and tackled me. "Robbbieeeeee…"
"Yeah baby?"
"I don't mean to sound pushy. I can wait. I just want to have kids with you at some point." She mumbled into my shoulder.
"Sounds good. I really would like to wait." I massaged her shoulders.
"Thank you. I understand if you are mad at me."
"Why would I be mad? You just told me you want to start a family with me! I was scared I would never get that opportunity."
"What do you mean?" She asked. "You're amazing. Why would you ever worry about that?"
"It was just when we were fighting and when you were at Methodist. I never did get you out of my heart or my head and if you didn't want me, I wasn't sure how long it would take me to recover."
"Robbie…please don't worry about that. I'll always be here for you. I'm never leaving." She whispered, kissing my cheek.
"Wonderful. I love you." I whispered into her ear, pulling her into my lap.
"Can we…" She whispered, nudging me upstairs.
"Right behind you." I smiled.
"Good." I smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked, smirking deviously.
"Nothing. Just remembered something."
"Is it the other night?" She continued to smirk.
"Maybe…" I trailed off, smiling at her.
"I'm glad we have time to do that without worrying." She blushed madly.
"Ok there, easy girl." I joked, pantomiming pulling of a horse's reins.
She quickly hugged me and subtly grinded me.
"Cat…"
"I have one more question. Then I want to go upstairs."
"Ask away." I smiled.
"Have you gotten anyone asking about my music?"
Crap.
We released Pink Champagne last week. The hope was that some record would show some interest. Because doing her music independently is harder than we thought. It's a lot more time consuming.
"I'm sorry baby…I haven't gotten anything other than emails from fans saying how much they like Pink Champagne."
"Phoo." She curled back to me. "But they do like it?"
"They love it sweetie. They keep on asking for us to get an official pearTunes account so they don't have to steal it off Splashface."
She laughed. "Well, that would get more cash flow in here too."
"It would. But I don't want to do it just for the money." I warned her.
"I know. Can you write up an email to them?"
"I'll ask Andre if he can get me the name of someone I can talk to that is open to selling a spot to us."
"Selling it?" Cat asked.
"Yeah. I doubt those spots are free sweetie."
"You probably are right."
"I wish I wasn't."
"It's ok." She said, kissing me softly.
I smiled at her. "Don't tease me like that. I'm trying to avoid scooping you up now."
"Why? I'm ready when you are."
I quickly popped up, carrying her.
"Let's go then." I said, causing her to laugh.