Compared to recent chapters, this is a pretty short one. But it's done. Sorry for all the skipping around between Sid's POV and Caitlin's, I apologize in advance if it's confusing.
Should I ask him to live with me? I mean, I just assume that we would live at my house being that we basically were, but would his parents approve? I haven't even met them yet and Sidney and I were living together, unofficially of course. I know my parents wouldn't have any trouble with that. As much as I loved my mom she was constantly reminding me that I was 24, and that she was 22 when she had me, so I should at least be married now. It didn't help any that Anna had already been married for 3 years with 2 kids and Beth was married for 2 years with a baby on the way. Anna is only a year older than I am, and Beth is year younger. And with the baby shower this week, that was bound to be brought up again.
I sigh, looking over my shoulder at the man sleeping next to me. His arm was limply hanging over my waist and his breathing was steady. I had seen him multiply times with kids and it made my heart melt. In my mind, there is not much that is sexier then men with kids. And when Sid was with kids, it was a total turn on. He would make a great Dad someday. I should probably keep him away from my mom around the baby shower, other wise she would start naming our kids. I had always liked the name...
'Whoa girl, getting a little ahead of your self there,'I think.
However, even thinking that I still fell asleep picturing Sid in the drive way teaching little kids (with big brown eyes like mine and curly hair like Sidney's) to shoot a puck into the net.
Sid's POV
'What time was it? 20 after 7. That means Flash will be up here in awhile,' I think waking up.
I yawn and look over at the beauty sleeping next to me. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps, she didn't have anything to worry about. Lately she had been really busy and under some stress. She had been working in overdrive at work trying to get everything done, she also had Beth's shower that she was helping plan, and even though she wouldn't admit it, I knew she was really nervous about meeting my parents.
And something else was on her mind. Ever since Beth came over yesterday, it seemed like she was trying to make some sort of decision.
My thoughts are interrupted by a faint jingle of metal getting louder as it approaches the room. It stops for a minute before turning to Caitlin's side of the bed, the white tip of a tail bobbing up and down. I see Flash's head pop up as he jumps his front paws onto the bed.
"Morning Flash," I whisper.
His stare moves over to me as his tail begins to wag.
"Do you need out?" I ask in a hushed whisper.
His ears perk up at my words, his tail wagging faster.
"Alright Flash, let's get up," I sigh. I carefully get off the bed, so as not to wake Caitlin, and walk down stairs with Flash following behind. At the bottom of the step, the rest of the dogs are waiting for me with wagging tails. I mutter a
"Good morning," as my hand passes over some heads.
"Alright, outside everyone," I say opening the door and letting them run past me. I go into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. One thing about living here was that I didn't need an alarm clock. I was set, Flash came in every morning at about 7:30, 8 o'clock at the latest.
Living here? Why did I think that? I'm not living here... am I? Should I? I mean we have been really close and I definitely have been thinking about, due in part to the guys prodding me about it, but should I ask? It's not my house it's hers... and we always stayed here so it would be just pointless to move all her stuff and the dogs to my house across the lawn. Especially when a lot of my stuff was already here. I could keep the house for when my parents came, or I could probably put my furniture in storage somewhere if we ever needed it again. Like say when we had kids...WHOA!!!
"Where did that come from!" I say out loud to myself.
I shake my head and make my way back upstairs to wake Caitlin up, yet I can't shake the image of Caitlin rounding up a house full of kids, with curly brown hair like mine and big brown eyes that mirrored hers, out of my mind.
Caitlin's POV
"Ok, how about this one?" I ask turning out of my closet to show the dress I had picked out... ok the 5th dress I picked out. I was meeting Sid's parents this evening. There wasn't a game and they came in this morning. Sid and I agreed that we should have dinner with them tonight.
Hopefully if everything goes well, they could come to our house for ... I mean my house... so I could make them dinner. But let's take this one step at a time, what if they don't like me?
"Caitlin, would you just let me pick one for you?" Beth asks, sighing from her resting position on the bed. She agreed, after 15 minutes of begging to help me pick out what I was going to wear tonight. She was reading a magazine that she had found next to the bed and Bran was next to her, his head resting on her lap.
"Why? What's wrong with this dress?"
"It's not formal enough. I think you keep forgetting you are not just meeting your boyfriends parents you are also meeting Sidney Crosby's parents. Now when you stopped by the first time you went to a game you looked fabulous! Why can't you pick something like that out again?"
"Because Bran picked it out," I groan, falling onto the bed.
"And what does that tell you?"she sighs brushing some hair out of my eyes.
"That my fashion sense has gone to the dogs," I groan putting a pillow over my face, "Help Me!"
"You should have just asked in the first place. Ok, what do we have?" she says struggling to get off the bed and then waddling over to the closet. "Oh my God! Sid has clothes in here?!"
"Yeah... so..." I ask, my face still in the pillow. I knew what was coming...
"You two are living together, would you just face the music! I mean really Caitlin, you are a successful business women, witty, clever, and smart. But my dear, you have the thickest skull," she laughs from inside my closet.
"Just pick something out for me to wear," I groan.
"Alright, alright. Try this," she says handing me a dress.
My eyes brighten as she hands me my 'little black dress' why hadn't I though of this before?!
"Oh, and before I leave. Wear these with it," she says handing me a pair of purple pumps.
"Alright, I gotta go. Zach is probably wondering where I am. Call me tomorrow and tell me how everything goes. Good Luck!" she shouts over her shoulder.
"Thanks," I mumble holding the dress in front of me to check it out.
Back to Sid's POV
"Caitlin?! Are you ready to go?"I call up the stairs to our...her bedroom.
"Yeah, in a minute. Can you help me zip my dress though?"I hear her call down.
I sigh and make my way upstairs to the bedroom. She walks out of the bathroom in a one shoulder black dress that hits just an inch or two above her knee. Her hair was swept up into a french braids on each side, which joined together to form a semi messy bun. With her one shoulder exposed you could see her collar bone, making me want to take her right there. And if that wasn't enough, she has on high heeled purple shoes that make her legs look miles long. And those dark brown eyes looked incredibly sexy with dark navy shadow making them pop under the thick dark lashes.
"Sid, the zipper please?" I hear her say, breaking me out of my trance.
"Oh, right," I say moving around her to zip up the back of her dress. My hand moves up her back with the zipper. She begins to walk away, but I put my arms around her waist stopping her. I pull her back against me.
"Sidney, we have to go," she pleads.
"Stop worrying," I say as I feel the tension in her body, "You look beautiful." I continue, allowing my self a small indulgence by pressing my lips to her smooth shoulder. I feel her melt into me a little bit.
"Alright let's go," I say suddenly stepping away, knowing that I'm leaving her wanting more. She turns around and looks at me with heat lusty eyes that scream seduction.
"You're mean," she smiles coyly looking at my lips and then back to meet my eyes with her molten chocolate ones. I grin giving in just a little bit to press my lips against her soft ones. My mouth works over hers slowly, wanting to have her want me right here, right now. I pull away and she looks at me through half raised lashes. She bites her lower lip, a sign that I have accomplished what I set out to do. I snicker and bend down to whisper in her ear in a low voice,
"And I'll have you know that I plan to unzip that dress later tonight."
"Sidney," I hear her moan as her hand come up to my neck.
I grin, stepping away and watch as a chill goes down her back.
"Well we should probably get going," I sigh, looking at my watch.
"You are horrible! Do you know how much I want you right now?" she asks with a glare and a siren like smile.
"How bout you show me when we get home?" I say with a grin as I stand in the door way.
She walks up to me, her hips with an extra sway from her heels. She pulls on my tie, forcing my head down to meet her lips.
"Oh, I plan to Crosby," she purrs her hot breath tickling my ear as she places a kiss on my jaw.
I grin as she walks by and down the stairs to get her coat. We walk out the door and to the car.
On our way to the restaurant, I notice she gets more and more nervous the closer we approach. She gnaws on her lower lip like she does when she's nervous and tucks nonexistent strands of hair behind her ears. I pull into the small Italian restaurant parking lot and I see her take a shaky breath in. I get out of the car and go around to her side to open the door for her. She gets out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I see her smooth her dress and take her lip into her mouth again, her eyes tell me that they thinking as she has a distant look on her face. I smile out how nervous she is, I knew she wanted to make a good impression.
I gently place my hand on the small of her back making her jump nervously. I marvel at how nervous she is. She could handle an aggressive Rottweiler, make stitches seem as though they were just scratches, pull frozen bodies from an avalanche site, and walk down the red carpet. Yet here, meeting my parents, she was the most nervous I think I had ever seen her, and probably ever will for that matter. I lean into her, my lips brushing her ear.
"Calm down. They're going to love you," I whisper reassuringly.
She looks up at me, her chocolate eyes that always reflect her smile now hold worry and nervousness.
"
You don’t know that. They could see me as a puck bunny, or a slut, or…”she begins.
I put a hand over her mouth to silence her.
"They will love you because I do. Besides they already met Victoria, you’re a shoe in,” I grin at her, “Okay?”
All I get is a nod in response. I smile taking my hand off her mouth.
"Are you ready?"
She takes in a long breath before letting it out in a heavy sigh. I take her strong hand in mine and let my fingers fall in a line with hers. I bend down to her level and lightly kiss her cheek.
“Just be yourself,”I whisper, before leading her into the restaurant. I spot my Mom and Dad at a small table in the corner and walk over.
"Mom, Dad, this is Caitlin,” I say looking at Caitlin as she puts on a smile and my parents stand. If I didn't know her better, I would think that it was a genuine smile. But it wasn't as wide and infectious as normal, it held uncertainty and worry. I place my hand on the small of her back for support.
“Hello Mr. & Mrs. Crosby,”she says smoothly, holding out her hand for them to shake. With my hand against her back I can feel that she is holding her breath, waiting for their response.
Caitlin's POV
"Hello there Caitlin. I must say I feel as though I already know you, Sid has told us so much about you,"Mrs. Crosby says ignoring my hand and pulling her me into a hug.
I let out a sigh of relief and grin as she pulls away to look at me.
"Really?" I say raising my one eye brow and looking at Sidney. He just grins at me.
"Mr. Crosby, it's nice to meet you," I say holding out my hand with a genuine smile. That hug had broken the ice between Sidney's mom and I, and now I had my confidence back.
"You too Caitlin," he smiles, but I don't feel the same welcoming energy present as I did with Mrs. Crosby. As a trainer I could feel that he was fairly skeptical about me, but I figured that was understandable, especially after Sid's engagement to Victoria.
"Well let's sit down and eat shall we," Sidney says motioning for us to sit down.
We do as he instructs and take our seats looking over the menu.
"So have either of you been here before?"Mrs. Crosby asks.
"Actually yeah, I have had a few clients meet up with me here. I would recommend basically everything on the menu; however, my personal favorite is the lasagna," I say doing a once over on the menu, even though I already know what I want.
"That sounds good, I think I'll give it a try, if you don't mind of course," Mrs. Crosby says.
"Mrs. Crosby, I wouldn't have recommended it if I didn't think you should get it," I laugh suppressing my usual friendly sarcastic comment. I don't think they know me well enough to get my sarcastic jokes quite yet.
"Caitlin, please call me Trina," she smiles.
I smile back, not quite sure what to say.
"So Caitlin, Sid tells us you run your own dog training business," Mr. Crosby says starting his investigation of my character that I knew was bound to occur, "What's that like?"
"Well, for me personally, I love my job. I don't think there is anything better for me than working all day with dogs. But as for the training it's self, I follow some of Cesar Millan's teachings and I often use my pack of dogs to help me with extreme cases. I stay calm an use an assertive energy to express my dominance. I get hurt a lot less often that way."
"Which doesn't always work," Sid says with a laugh.
"Why's that?"Trina asks.
"Well... sometimes, especially if I don't have Bran with me, some dogs don't take well to being submissive."
"Bran? Is he the dog that was on TV with you?" Mr. Crosby asks.
"Yeah, he's basically my partner."
"Interesting..."he says looking me in the eye as the food comes. Its if he wants me to cower in
fear, but I'm not that kind of girl.
The dinner continues with Mr. Crosby grilling me some more on my life. Where I grew up, where I went to school, my family, my life now... etc.
"That was excellent food, thank you for recommending that lasagna," Trina says giving me a hug by the car as we leave the restaurant.
"Mom, Dad you should come to Caitlin's house for dinner?" Sidney asks giving her a hug, "She is an amazing cook."
"Sidney Patrick, you can not invite people over to dinner at another person's house," his mother says scolding. I can't help but snicker at the scene playing out in front of me.
"No, no that's fine. I would love to have you two come over for dinner. I think we'll be a little preoccupied tomorrow being that there is a game, but if you wanted to come for dinner on Friday, I think that could be arranged," I smile as comes to stand next to me.
"Oh, that would be wonderful. We'll be there," Trina smiles and I see Mr. Crosby look at me with a frown. I really don't think he has sent a genuine smile my way all night.
"Great, we'll see you tomorrow at the Lemieux's," Sid says as his parents get in their car. I look at him in surprise before we too get in Sid's Range Rover.
"We're going to the Lemieux's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yeah, for lunch. I told you that," he says putting the key in the ignition.
"No, hun you didn't," I sigh.
"Yeah I did, Mario told me at practice and then I called you after... wait. Oh shit, babe I'm sorry, I meant to call you after practice but I guess I kinda got preoccupied with picking my parents up at the airport," he says looking at me guiltily.
"That's ok. But when is the lunch?" I ask.
"Umm... I think it's at 12:30," he says.
"Hmm... if you would have called me, I could have blocked the time off and left early, but I have appointments until 1:30."
"Oh, I was planning on introducing you to the rest of the lemiux's and to my sister, but..." he says looking very disappointed.
"Well, I can come over right after. I mean I'll drop the dogs off at home and change really fast, and head over. I'll miss the lunch part but you don't have to be home until what like 3 - 3:30 for your nap," I say figuring it all out in my head.
"That sounds ok. I'll just tell them you had to work," he shugs.
As we arrive home, Sid goes upstairs to change as I let out the dogs, luckily I had fed them before we left.
After letting them in I head upstairs myself, closing the bedroom door behind me kicking my shoes off in the corner. I spy Sidney by the closet taking hanging up his tie, the buttons of his dress shirt were undone so that I could see his white t shirt underneath. I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his middle.
"Well hello there," he grins down at me, as I stand on my toes to kiss his lips.
"Hey," I reply between kisses, "I believe you promised to help me get that darn zipper down."
"That I did," he says huskily before bringing his mouth down on mine.
Should I ask him to live with me? I mean, I just assume that we would live at my house being that we basically were, but would his parents approve? I haven't even met them yet and Sidney and I were living together, unofficially of course. I know my parents wouldn't have any trouble with that. As much as I loved my mom she was constantly reminding me that I was 24, and that she was 22 when she had me, so I should at least be married now. It didn't help any that Anna had already been married for 3 years with 2 kids and Beth was married for 2 years with a baby on the way. Anna is only a year older than I am, and Beth is year younger. And with the baby shower this week, that was bound to be brought up again.
I sigh, looking over my shoulder at the man sleeping next to me. His arm was limply hanging over my waist and his breathing was steady. I had seen him multiply times with kids and it made my heart melt. In my mind, there is not much that is sexier then men with kids. And when Sid was with kids, it was a total turn on. He would make a great Dad someday. I should probably keep him away from my mom around the baby shower, other wise she would start naming our kids. I had always liked the name...
'Whoa girl, getting a little ahead of your self there,'I think.
However, even thinking that I still fell asleep picturing Sid in the drive way teaching little kids (with big brown eyes like mine and curly hair like Sidney's) to shoot a puck into the net.
Sid's POV
'What time was it? 20 after 7. That means Flash will be up here in awhile,' I think waking up.
I yawn and look over at the beauty sleeping next to me. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps, she didn't have anything to worry about. Lately she had been really busy and under some stress. She had been working in overdrive at work trying to get everything done, she also had Beth's shower that she was helping plan, and even though she wouldn't admit it, I knew she was really nervous about meeting my parents.
And something else was on her mind. Ever since Beth came over yesterday, it seemed like she was trying to make some sort of decision.
My thoughts are interrupted by a faint jingle of metal getting louder as it approaches the room. It stops for a minute before turning to Caitlin's side of the bed, the white tip of a tail bobbing up and down. I see Flash's head pop up as he jumps his front paws onto the bed.
"Morning Flash," I whisper.
His stare moves over to me as his tail begins to wag.
"Do you need out?" I ask in a hushed whisper.
His ears perk up at my words, his tail wagging faster.
"Alright Flash, let's get up," I sigh. I carefully get off the bed, so as not to wake Caitlin, and walk down stairs with Flash following behind. At the bottom of the step, the rest of the dogs are waiting for me with wagging tails. I mutter a
"Good morning," as my hand passes over some heads.
"Alright, outside everyone," I say opening the door and letting them run past me. I go into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. One thing about living here was that I didn't need an alarm clock. I was set, Flash came in every morning at about 7:30, 8 o'clock at the latest.
Living here? Why did I think that? I'm not living here... am I? Should I? I mean we have been really close and I definitely have been thinking about, due in part to the guys prodding me about it, but should I ask? It's not my house it's hers... and we always stayed here so it would be just pointless to move all her stuff and the dogs to my house across the lawn. Especially when a lot of my stuff was already here. I could keep the house for when my parents came, or I could probably put my furniture in storage somewhere if we ever needed it again. Like say when we had kids...WHOA!!!
"Where did that come from!" I say out loud to myself.
I shake my head and make my way back upstairs to wake Caitlin up, yet I can't shake the image of Caitlin rounding up a house full of kids, with curly brown hair like mine and big brown eyes that mirrored hers, out of my mind.
Caitlin's POV
"Ok, how about this one?" I ask turning out of my closet to show the dress I had picked out... ok the 5th dress I picked out. I was meeting Sid's parents this evening. There wasn't a game and they came in this morning. Sid and I agreed that we should have dinner with them tonight.
Hopefully if everything goes well, they could come to our house for ... I mean my house... so I could make them dinner. But let's take this one step at a time, what if they don't like me?
"Caitlin, would you just let me pick one for you?" Beth asks, sighing from her resting position on the bed. She agreed, after 15 minutes of begging to help me pick out what I was going to wear tonight. She was reading a magazine that she had found next to the bed and Bran was next to her, his head resting on her lap.
"Why? What's wrong with this dress?"
"It's not formal enough. I think you keep forgetting you are not just meeting your boyfriends parents you are also meeting Sidney Crosby's parents. Now when you stopped by the first time you went to a game you looked fabulous! Why can't you pick something like that out again?"
"Because Bran picked it out," I groan, falling onto the bed.
"And what does that tell you?"she sighs brushing some hair out of my eyes.
"That my fashion sense has gone to the dogs," I groan putting a pillow over my face, "Help Me!"
"You should have just asked in the first place. Ok, what do we have?" she says struggling to get off the bed and then waddling over to the closet. "Oh my God! Sid has clothes in here?!"
"Yeah... so..." I ask, my face still in the pillow. I knew what was coming...
"You two are living together, would you just face the music! I mean really Caitlin, you are a successful business women, witty, clever, and smart. But my dear, you have the thickest skull," she laughs from inside my closet.
"Just pick something out for me to wear," I groan.
"Alright, alright. Try this," she says handing me a dress.
My eyes brighten as she hands me my 'little black dress' why hadn't I though of this before?!
"Oh, and before I leave. Wear these with it," she says handing me a pair of purple pumps.
"Alright, I gotta go. Zach is probably wondering where I am. Call me tomorrow and tell me how everything goes. Good Luck!" she shouts over her shoulder.
"Thanks," I mumble holding the dress in front of me to check it out.
Back to Sid's POV
"Caitlin?! Are you ready to go?"I call up the stairs to our...her bedroom.
"Yeah, in a minute. Can you help me zip my dress though?"I hear her call down.
I sigh and make my way upstairs to the bedroom. She walks out of the bathroom in a one shoulder black dress that hits just an inch or two above her knee. Her hair was swept up into a french braids on each side, which joined together to form a semi messy bun. With her one shoulder exposed you could see her collar bone, making me want to take her right there. And if that wasn't enough, she has on high heeled purple shoes that make her legs look miles long. And those dark brown eyes looked incredibly sexy with dark navy shadow making them pop under the thick dark lashes.
"Sid, the zipper please?" I hear her say, breaking me out of my trance.
"Oh, right," I say moving around her to zip up the back of her dress. My hand moves up her back with the zipper. She begins to walk away, but I put my arms around her waist stopping her. I pull her back against me.
"Sidney, we have to go," she pleads.
"Stop worrying," I say as I feel the tension in her body, "You look beautiful." I continue, allowing my self a small indulgence by pressing my lips to her smooth shoulder. I feel her melt into me a little bit.
"Alright let's go," I say suddenly stepping away, knowing that I'm leaving her wanting more. She turns around and looks at me with heat lusty eyes that scream seduction.
"You're mean," she smiles coyly looking at my lips and then back to meet my eyes with her molten chocolate ones. I grin giving in just a little bit to press my lips against her soft ones. My mouth works over hers slowly, wanting to have her want me right here, right now. I pull away and she looks at me through half raised lashes. She bites her lower lip, a sign that I have accomplished what I set out to do. I snicker and bend down to whisper in her ear in a low voice,
"And I'll have you know that I plan to unzip that dress later tonight."
"Sidney," I hear her moan as her hand come up to my neck.
I grin, stepping away and watch as a chill goes down her back.
"Well we should probably get going," I sigh, looking at my watch.
"You are horrible! Do you know how much I want you right now?" she asks with a glare and a siren like smile.
"How bout you show me when we get home?" I say with a grin as I stand in the door way.
She walks up to me, her hips with an extra sway from her heels. She pulls on my tie, forcing my head down to meet her lips.
"Oh, I plan to Crosby," she purrs her hot breath tickling my ear as she places a kiss on my jaw.
I grin as she walks by and down the stairs to get her coat. We walk out the door and to the car.
On our way to the restaurant, I notice she gets more and more nervous the closer we approach. She gnaws on her lower lip like she does when she's nervous and tucks nonexistent strands of hair behind her ears. I pull into the small Italian restaurant parking lot and I see her take a shaky breath in. I get out of the car and go around to her side to open the door for her. She gets out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I see her smooth her dress and take her lip into her mouth again, her eyes tell me that they thinking as she has a distant look on her face. I smile out how nervous she is, I knew she wanted to make a good impression.
I gently place my hand on the small of her back making her jump nervously. I marvel at how nervous she is. She could handle an aggressive Rottweiler, make stitches seem as though they were just scratches, pull frozen bodies from an avalanche site, and walk down the red carpet. Yet here, meeting my parents, she was the most nervous I think I had ever seen her, and probably ever will for that matter. I lean into her, my lips brushing her ear.
"Calm down. They're going to love you," I whisper reassuringly.
She looks up at me, her chocolate eyes that always reflect her smile now hold worry and nervousness.
"
You don’t know that. They could see me as a puck bunny, or a slut, or…”she begins.
I put a hand over her mouth to silence her.
"They will love you because I do. Besides they already met Victoria, you’re a shoe in,” I grin at her, “Okay?”
All I get is a nod in response. I smile taking my hand off her mouth.
"Are you ready?"
She takes in a long breath before letting it out in a heavy sigh. I take her strong hand in mine and let my fingers fall in a line with hers. I bend down to her level and lightly kiss her cheek.
“Just be yourself,”I whisper, before leading her into the restaurant. I spot my Mom and Dad at a small table in the corner and walk over.
"Mom, Dad, this is Caitlin,” I say looking at Caitlin as she puts on a smile and my parents stand. If I didn't know her better, I would think that it was a genuine smile. But it wasn't as wide and infectious as normal, it held uncertainty and worry. I place my hand on the small of her back for support.
“Hello Mr. & Mrs. Crosby,”she says smoothly, holding out her hand for them to shake. With my hand against her back I can feel that she is holding her breath, waiting for their response.
Caitlin's POV
"Hello there Caitlin. I must say I feel as though I already know you, Sid has told us so much about you,"Mrs. Crosby says ignoring my hand and pulling her me into a hug.
I let out a sigh of relief and grin as she pulls away to look at me.
"Really?" I say raising my one eye brow and looking at Sidney. He just grins at me.
"Mr. Crosby, it's nice to meet you," I say holding out my hand with a genuine smile. That hug had broken the ice between Sidney's mom and I, and now I had my confidence back.
"You too Caitlin," he smiles, but I don't feel the same welcoming energy present as I did with Mrs. Crosby. As a trainer I could feel that he was fairly skeptical about me, but I figured that was understandable, especially after Sid's engagement to Victoria.
"Well let's sit down and eat shall we," Sidney says motioning for us to sit down.
We do as he instructs and take our seats looking over the menu.
"So have either of you been here before?"Mrs. Crosby asks.
"Actually yeah, I have had a few clients meet up with me here. I would recommend basically everything on the menu; however, my personal favorite is the lasagna," I say doing a once over on the menu, even though I already know what I want.
"That sounds good, I think I'll give it a try, if you don't mind of course," Mrs. Crosby says.
"Mrs. Crosby, I wouldn't have recommended it if I didn't think you should get it," I laugh suppressing my usual friendly sarcastic comment. I don't think they know me well enough to get my sarcastic jokes quite yet.
"Caitlin, please call me Trina," she smiles.
I smile back, not quite sure what to say.
"So Caitlin, Sid tells us you run your own dog training business," Mr. Crosby says starting his investigation of my character that I knew was bound to occur, "What's that like?"
"Well, for me personally, I love my job. I don't think there is anything better for me than working all day with dogs. But as for the training it's self, I follow some of Cesar Millan's teachings and I often use my pack of dogs to help me with extreme cases. I stay calm an use an assertive energy to express my dominance. I get hurt a lot less often that way."
"Which doesn't always work," Sid says with a laugh.
"Why's that?"Trina asks.
"Well... sometimes, especially if I don't have Bran with me, some dogs don't take well to being submissive."
"Bran? Is he the dog that was on TV with you?" Mr. Crosby asks.
"Yeah, he's basically my partner."
"Interesting..."he says looking me in the eye as the food comes. Its if he wants me to cower in
fear, but I'm not that kind of girl.
The dinner continues with Mr. Crosby grilling me some more on my life. Where I grew up, where I went to school, my family, my life now... etc.
"That was excellent food, thank you for recommending that lasagna," Trina says giving me a hug by the car as we leave the restaurant.
"Mom, Dad you should come to Caitlin's house for dinner?" Sidney asks giving her a hug, "She is an amazing cook."
"Sidney Patrick, you can not invite people over to dinner at another person's house," his mother says scolding. I can't help but snicker at the scene playing out in front of me.
"No, no that's fine. I would love to have you two come over for dinner. I think we'll be a little preoccupied tomorrow being that there is a game, but if you wanted to come for dinner on Friday, I think that could be arranged," I smile as comes to stand next to me.
"Oh, that would be wonderful. We'll be there," Trina smiles and I see Mr. Crosby look at me with a frown. I really don't think he has sent a genuine smile my way all night.
"Great, we'll see you tomorrow at the Lemieux's," Sid says as his parents get in their car. I look at him in surprise before we too get in Sid's Range Rover.
"We're going to the Lemieux's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yeah, for lunch. I told you that," he says putting the key in the ignition.
"No, hun you didn't," I sigh.
"Yeah I did, Mario told me at practice and then I called you after... wait. Oh shit, babe I'm sorry, I meant to call you after practice but I guess I kinda got preoccupied with picking my parents up at the airport," he says looking at me guiltily.
"That's ok. But when is the lunch?" I ask.
"Umm... I think it's at 12:30," he says.
"Hmm... if you would have called me, I could have blocked the time off and left early, but I have appointments until 1:30."
"Oh, I was planning on introducing you to the rest of the lemiux's and to my sister, but..." he says looking very disappointed.
"Well, I can come over right after. I mean I'll drop the dogs off at home and change really fast, and head over. I'll miss the lunch part but you don't have to be home until what like 3 - 3:30 for your nap," I say figuring it all out in my head.
"That sounds ok. I'll just tell them you had to work," he shugs.
As we arrive home, Sid goes upstairs to change as I let out the dogs, luckily I had fed them before we left.
After letting them in I head upstairs myself, closing the bedroom door behind me kicking my shoes off in the corner. I spy Sidney by the closet taking hanging up his tie, the buttons of his dress shirt were undone so that I could see his white t shirt underneath. I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his middle.
"Well hello there," he grins down at me, as I stand on my toes to kiss his lips.
"Hey," I reply between kisses, "I believe you promised to help me get that darn zipper down."
"That I did," he says huskily before bringing his mouth down on mine.
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