“You are, but it’s also nearly Christmas, and I thought we would look so cute together wearing them.”
I flew over a few days ago and we’re staying for the weekend at his house in Lakebay, Pierce County. It’s a gorgeous little place on the lake that I want to get more acquainted with when we have time, and when the hockey season is over. But that’s a long way away yet, a sneaky weekend is just what we needed.
The most we’ve spent apart is two weeks. Both of us have been going back and forth between our schedules.
I’ve been filling in at the local gym and we’ve been navigating things ever since we both said we loved each other, but I know in my heart it won’t be a long-term thing being apart anymore.
Even though we’ve been spending more time apart than together, we talk every day and we FaceTime, too. We’ve been getting to know each other all over again and learning all the quirky things we never knew about one another. He has also officially met Leila and Eve, and they adore him.
“You look cute, I just look like a dork,” he says as I pack the picnic hamper.
When I asked Jay what he wanted to do for his birthday, he wanted to take a drive down by the lookout at the highest point of the lake and enjoy the afternoon with some snacks.
He’s having three days off, then play resumes on Boxing Day.
Being together in his cabin for the last couple of nights has been blissful, as well as a lot of sexy time catching up. We’ve even played some board games and I’ve cooked for him, which I know he loves. He’s been teaching me to play some card games, too, and even showed me some of his artwork he’s taken back up again after years of stopping.
“You could never look like a dork.”
“Really?” He tilts his sexy head, blond hair falling over his eyes. “Even when I cha-cha-cha.” That hip waggle and the way he accentuates the words to the movements never fail to make me giggle.
“You and your cha-cha-cha.”
“Oh, you love it, you just won’t admit it.”
We’re planning on keeping up the dance lessons as soon as I move to Seattle, which is the little Christmas surprise I have for him. We’ve talked about the future a lot. And I’ve expressed I’m happy to be wherever he is, even if that means he’s drafted to another team down the track, then so be it. I know Seattle holdsa place in his heart, and he’ll always keep his place here in Pierce County, but some day we’d love to be closer to my family, too.
I was happily surprised to learn that he would love to get married someday, and have a bunch of kids. Even adopt or foster some kids that need a chance like he did. I’m on board for it all, I think he would make a wonderful father and it’s not the first time I’ve thought of what our future family would look like. My dream is one day to be a mom and maybe even have a dog of our own, the whole white picket fence thing sounds good to me. We’re both open to whatever comes our way.
“I’ll admit I love the hip action, I can’t get enough of it.”
He guffaws a laugh as I finish packing the rest of what I’ve made for his birthday surprise. I baked him a cake, but wouldn’t let him see the final touches to it. There’s cake sparklers and everything. I’ve hidden it carefully in a box and hope it survives the trip out in the car. “Oh, are you gonna give me some of that hip action a little later, Little J?”
I pump my eyebrows suggestively. “That’s a given.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grins and I can’t help but laugh.
“Always motivated by JJ Junior.”
He tilts his head with a narrow of the eyes. “I thought it was Mr. Midnight?”
My hands cover my mouth as I giggle. “That, too.”
“God of Thunder,” he pleads, brushing my lips with a kiss. “Can you please refer to my cock as that, and only that.”
“I’ll try.” I smack his tooshie and reach for my jacket. It’s been snowing out and I don’t want us to freeze to death while we have a car picnic. We should be back by nightfall, anyway. Then we have to pack because we’re heading to San Diego tomorrow morning to spend Christmas with my folks, Tanner, Deb and Luca.
“You’ll do more than that,” he hollers, trying to catch me, but I’m too fast and dodge away from his grasp.
“You won’t get any birthday cake if you keep that up!”
“Oh, I’ll keep it up, Babe. Don’t worry about that.”
That earns him another eye roll and a chortle from me.
We head out to the lake after Jay puts his jacket on and a beanie, I follow suit since we’re going for matchy-matchy. I place the little basket of goods into the car with two plastic wine glasses and some Pinot Grigio in a cooler. Being extra vigilant, I carefully transport his cake and hold it on my lap for the car ride.
“Are you really sure this is what you want to do for your birthday? I could’ve taken you out to a restaurant,” I say as he navigates through some light snowfall.
