Chapter 19
Tank
I sit amongst our closest friends after a beautiful memorial that Sophie and I held for our son. Both our families managed to make the trip here from Denver which was great as Sophie really needed her mum by her side today. Unfortunately, they’ve all had to head back home but it was great seeing them anyway.
After the service, everyone headed back to our place where I surprised Sophie with a plaque with our son’s name and conception date on it, though, I purposefully left off the day where he was taken from us. I’m not sure that reminder would have been good for Soph, especially after the day she’s had.
Most of the guys from the team came and have since left, leaving just the few closer ones and of course, Dani and Miller are never far away. We all sit in our lounge room, the girls have hit the liquor hard while the rest of us hockey guys are taking it easy, seeing as though we’re in training.
“Remember when Sophie came busting into the locker room after that game and burst into tears,” Cameron smirks as he looks to Sophie.
She grabs a chip from the bowl in the centre of the coffee table and launches it across the room at him. “Shut up,” she grins. “I was hormonal, I couldn’t help it.”
“You think that’s bad,” Dani says as she throws back another shot. “I had to be the one to massage her boobs when they were hurting.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad to me,” I murmur with a grin.
“Really?” Dani questions. “Was she sobbing and throwing up all over your shoes when you had to do it?”
I can’t help but cringe as I look to my wife for confirmation. “That didn’t happen?” I question.
She gives me a guilty, embarrassed smile as the rest of the guys crack up into laughter. “That morning sickness really is a bitch,” she tells me.
“I second that,” Dani pipes up.
“Whatever,” Miller grunts to his wife. “You didn’t have it that bad.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dani shrieks with her eyebrows practically in her hairline.
“Yeah, you threw up a few times. That’s it.”
Dani’s jaw drops to the ground as she stares at her husband in a shocked silence making the rest of us worry that she’s about to explode, only it never comes as Sophie is quick to her feet to defend her best friend. “What would you stupid boys know anyway? A part from sex, your bodies are practically useless. We have to suffer through ovulation, period pains, nine months of pregnancy only to then destroy our bodies by pushing a fucking watermelon through our vagina’s and just when you think the hard work is over and you can finally enjoy your little creation, we’re used as a tiny humans personal feed bag.”
Sophie finishes up her declaration by taking another shot while Dani gets to her feet beside her. “Fuck yeah,” she exclaims as she fist pumps the sky.
Miller and the rest of the guys sit in stunned silence as they stare at our girls.
“You done, babe?” I ask.
Her fuming eyes turn on me and the anger instantly dissipates. “Yes, I think I am,” she tells me with a grin before turning to Dani with a gleam in her eye that could only be one of mischief. She grabs Dani by the hand and disappears from the room, taking the bottle of tequila with them.
“Oh geez,” Miller murmurs. “It’s going to be a messy night.”
“Got that right,” I say. “But as much as it goes against everything I know to sit back and watch Sophie annihilate herself, I know she needs it.”
“True,” he says. “But if they somehow get themselves arrested again, I’m going to bail them out. There’s no way in hell I’m missing that again.”
“Deal,” I smirk.
I sit amongst the boys and as expected the conversation quickly turns to hockey.
An hour later, after not hearing a word from the girls, I decide to go and find them just to make sure they haven’t passed out in a pile of their own vomit.
I follow the sound of giggling and snorts coming from the study and round the corner to find both Sophie and Dani sitting on the floor, looking at Sophie’s laptop while they listen to what sounds like the conversation the boys and I were having in the lounge room.
I lean against the door frame and look down on them with a smirk. I watch as they continue on with whatever the fuck it is they are doing, having no clue that I stand in the doorway.
After they each take another swig from the bottle of tequila, I make my presence known by clearing my throat. Both the girls instantly look up as their faces drain of all colour. I raise a questioning eyebrow at my wife. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” she grins as she fumbles around, trying to close her laptop.
Dani bursts into laughter and is suddenly rolling around on the floor, unable to control herself before she slaps a hand between her legs. “Fuck, I’m going to piss myself soon,” she laughs, which sets off Sophie.
Once the girls have themselves under control, I look down at my wife. “Did you bug our lounge room with your new spyware?” I ask.
She squishes her lips together as hard as humanly possible as she tries not to smile. “Nope,” she lies. I give her a stare as I wait for her to come clean. “Fine,” she whines as she crawls to the desk and grabs a little device off her desk before dropping it and losing it in the carpet. “I had to make sure these little guys actually worked,” she explains.
“Fair enough,” I laugh. “What about your laptop?”
She gives me yet another guilty smirk. “I’ve kinda been learning how to hack into other people’s computers,” she tells me.
“What?” I practically shriek.
A massive grin takes over her face. “I’m in Crazy Jill’s computer right now,” she tells me as she opens her laptop and turns it to show me.
“Shit, seriously?” I ask, pretty damn impressed with my wife’s newest skills. I walk on into the room and sit at Sophie desk while I take the laptop out of her hands and start looking.
“Yeah, she really is crazy, obsessed with you,” Sophie says. “I looked up her browse history and she has been searching for the Tank Meyer’s sex Tape for weeks,” she laughs.
I can’t help but grin at that. I mean, it’s not like Sophie and I haven’t got a sex tape, we have quite a few, to be honest, but there is no way in hell we are letting that shit go public. Seeing my wife like that is just for me.
I click into her gallery and find nearly every photo is of me. It’s not just photos of me that the media have taken, though, they are there too. The photos are ones that she has personally taken of me and not at games either. There are some of me training in the gym, some where I am grocery shopping with Soph, there are ones from my few hours of sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to get to Denver but more importantly, there is one of me sitting by Sophie’s bedside in the hospital with my head in my hands as I waited for her to wake from surgery.
Seeing the photo infuriates me. That was a private moment not intended for a single soul to have witnessed and now this crazy as fuck bitch has it documented for the world to see. “Can you delete this shit?” I ask Sophie.
“Yeah but she will know someone has been in her computer and knowing how damn crazy she is, she probably has it all saved somewhere else as well.”
I let out a sigh. She is probably right but at least this is a start. “I don’t care. Get rid of it,” I tell Soph.
“No,” Dani cries out.
We both look at her as though she has gone nuts. “Why the fuck not?” I question.
“Because it could be evidence if shit ever gets worse. This is the perfect way to document just how fucking crazy she is, this tells everyone just how often she is stalking you. I mean, sure, you should delete it from her computer but not before you make a copy of your own.”
“Wow, who would have known that your brain could still function after having so much tequila,” I murmur.
“Who cares about her brain,” Sophie grunts as she takes her laptop and sits down in my lap. “It was a damn good idea,” she informs us as she gets to work.
Ten minutes later, Sophie has shut down her laptop and I’m leading the girls back into the lounge room where Sophie cuts off all conversation of Ice Hockey and turns the music on. She starts dancing around the house with her bottle of tequila and her best friend.
Some of the guys join in but they simply just aren’t drunk enough to keep up with the girls.
Sophie is soon laying on the cold tiles with her arms and legs spread out, demonstrating to the guys how she would have made snow angles with our son then goes on to explain how to make a snow angel.
Dani runs to the pantry and grabs the bag of flour before instructing Sophie to close her eyes and making it snow in my lounge room. The girls crack up into laughter once again and soon enough, the bag of flour is empty and Dani is laying on the ground beside Sophie making her own flour angel.
Miller rolls his eyes as he watches his wife on the floor beside mine but I see the fun in his eyes and he could never pass up an opportunity to see his wife having the time of her life. “I take it I’m not getting laid tonight,” he grunts when Dani suddenly jumps up and runs to the bathroom covering her mouth.
“That would be a no,” I laugh as Sophie hops up and runs after her. “I’d dare say you’re spending the night here.”