She didn’t care. Travis was a good spot, and she was still having a great time. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. From her position sitting on the ice, Sunny caught sight of Bella on the other side of the rink, looking surprisingly good. Dylan had caught up to her and he was making serious progress.
“Look at your kids,” she said to Travis, “they’re naturals, just like you.”
He laughed as he helped her up. “Some natural. I don’t think I’ll be playing ice hockey for the Kraken any time soon.”
A little girl’s cry drifted over to them and Sunny saw that Sophie had fallen and was sitting on the ice, Arianna leaning over her. “Oh, crap,” she muttered. “This was supposed to be fun.”
“She’s probably fine. I’ll go check on them,” Travis said, and skated off to help Sophie and Arianna.
He glided off and Sunny started making her own way around the rink, still wobbly, but less than before.
She was finally getting the hang of it when the human equivalent of a Zamboni crashed into her left shoulder, sending her flying. She let out a screech and put out her hands to stop her fall and her left hand touched down hard. And, oh, pain. Pain, pain. Not simple ow-pain but shoot-me-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery pain. Tears raced to her eyes and she took a couple of deep breaths.
“You okay?” asked Dylan, leaning over her.
“She should watch where she’s going,” Bella said as Sunny tried to scramble up.
Travis arrived a moment later, and helped her. “What happened?” he demanded, lowering his brows at both his children.
“Bella ran into her,” tattled Dylan.
“It was an accident,” Bella said. She posed with one hand on the railing, her feet scissoring back and forth. How quickly she’d found her footing on those thin blades.
“Just get me off the ice,” Sunny said between gritted teeth.
Travis took ahold of her arm and another skater stopped to help. Between the two of them, they got her back to where Molly was guarding the coats.
“I hope you didn’t get that on video,” Sunny said as Travis undid her skates.
Molly said nothing, but she was frowning.
Sunny took her phone back from Molly with her one remaining good hand.
Travis took her skates off, then started on his own. “I’m going to get some ice for your wrist.”
“Just let me lie down and wake me when I’m better,” Sunny cracked. She pulled off her glove and winced.
Molly looked at her swelling wrist. “I think you sprained it.”
Sunny groaned. “I can’t believe this.”
“I’m sorry,” Molly said. She hesitated a moment. “The whole thing is on your phone, but I’m not sure you’re going to want to watch it.”
“Grandma, when are you going to come skate with me?” called Paisley from the ice.
“Now,” Sunny called on her behalf. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll watch the coats,” she said to Mollly.
“No, I’ll keep you company,” said Molly. “I’m too old for a fall like that.”
“Travis will keep me company. Don’t let my clumsiness keep you from having fun with your family. You won’t fall if you hold on to the railing. Go.”
“I’ll wait till Travis comes back,” Molly said. She dug around in her purse and produced a pill bottle. “Ibuprofen. I think you’re going to need it.”
“I think so, too,” Sunny agreed as she watched the video Molly had taken.
Travis did return with ice and some hot chocolate, and Molly made sure she took a pain pill before leaving Sunny to Travis’s ministrations.
“Any idea what really happened?” he asked.
