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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

"I don't think that's going to fit," I said breathlessly, eyeing it timidly.

"Oh, it will," he smirked, moving towards me with a determined look on face.

"But – it's huge! I don't know, Py… maybe we should just forget about it," I said, my nerves kicking in. I itched to get up and put as much distance between us as possible, but I realized that I was twenty-two goddamn years old and I had to maintain as much of my dignity as possible.

"Do you trust me, Sam?" He kneeled down beside me and gave me a wounded puppy-dog look. Complete bull, is what it was. He wanted this more than I did.

"Of course, I do. But are we really ready for this?" I bit my bottom lip, "It's so… public. I'll never hear the end of it," I fought the urge to put cover my face.

"Hey," he said gently in that wonderful deep voice of his, "it was fine last time, wasn't it?"

I nodded slowly, "But that hardly counted."

He obviously took that as consent to move forward because in one little push, he guided it in. Not that it was a particularly difficult thing to do. The skate was at least a couple sizes too big. We were back in Vancouver and with the holidays just around the corner, it meant revisiting traditions – the good and the bad.

"Who cares what they think," he continued motioning me for my other foot, "Couples' Skate or not, to them, I'll just be there to make sure you don't klutz out." I smacked him on the arm.

"Hey, you can't say I `klutz out'. You haven't even seen me try to skate on my own yet." Of course it wasn't really called the `Couple's Skate', it was simply an afternoon with the players' loved ones followed by a more formal dinner closer to Christmas. Well, any other year would have been considered `simple', but not this one.

"I've heard enough horror stories to know that I very well can," he eyed me warily. "How can you work for a NHL hockey team and not own a pair of skates, anyways?" Py expertly laced up my skates, tying them tight to compensate for their size.

I sensed a conspiracy because Pat O'Neill came up to me fifteen minutes ago on the bench where I was comfortably set up for the skate, plopped them there right beside me and just stared at my alarmed face for a few moments before turning and leaving without so much as a word. Did he want me to sharpen them? Trev had caught me soon after while I was knocking on the equipment room attempting to return them. `Lace'em up' he called, officially sending me an invitation to join in on the fun. And everyone knew that when Captain Canuck told you to do something, you listened.

I sighed. "Skating is not exactly in my contract," I said dryly, "I'll have you know, some of those stories are completely exaggerated. They're like… urban legends. They seem to get farther from the truth with time."

"Uh huh. What about the time when you ran over half a dozen Timbits and one of them had to go to the hospital?"

"It was only a precaution." Py gave me an amused, but sceptical look. "It was just a minor concussion! Anyways, I gave them plenty of warning to get out of the way," I said trying to be annoyed and defensive, but at the sound of Pyatt's laughter, any aggravation I was feeling quickly dissolved.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet in one smooth motion and gave me a quick slap on the butt. Thankfully, we were the only two in the dressing room or he would've received a lashing for his outright demeaning, albeit affectionate, gesture. As it was though, anxiety kept me preoccupied.

"Are we all right?" Py said in a suddenly serious tone as he took my hands and intertwined them in his own.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you're nervous to get on the ice, but are you not nervous about the whole couples thing? I'll get a few slaps on the back for nailing the cute photographer, but you get the short end of the deal."

"You are not `nailing' the cute anything."

"Not even figuratively?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure what that would be figuratively, but no. Honestly, though, I could care less about them knowing anymore. We should be proud with a month under our belt," I beamed. "Anyways, the bigger the deal we make of it, the bigger it'll be for them, right? And besides, Mo already knows," I said with a shrug.

"And he's the only one that really matters." It rolled off his tongue softly, but with bite.

"Out of all of them, yes, he is," I frowned. "He's my closest friend. And to be fair, he just found out."

Pyatt scanned my face and eventually nodded before taking a small breath.

"Right. Ready to do this?"

I reached up and kissed him quickly on the lips.

"Can't I just skip it? Isn't it bad enough that I was guilted into babysitting?" I pleaded.

"Mo's kids can't be that bad."

"Not the point, Py. But oh, all right. Let's get this over with," I dropped one of his hands and took a step towards the rink. I let go of his other hand as the cool chill of the ice greeted us.

"Oy! She's here!" someone shouted just as I took my first tentative step onto the gleaming white surface. And just like that, the guys whipped out helmets out of nowhere and threw them on, their wives and girlfriends looked around baffled at the surprisingly good synchronization. I on the other hand wasn't nearly as impressed. Instead, I stuck my had straight in their so they could all see and gave them the finger.

"Brave man," Mo commended when he and Erin glided up to us with an ease that I could only envy. "But I don't know who's more courageous, you or Sam."

"Ignore Brendan," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand and gave a big smile, "Hi, you must be Taylor." She was dressed in a simple black sweater and jeans and could not have looked more pretty beside her grinning husband.

"I'm Erin." She gave glanced in my direction, her smile widening as if to congratulate me on a job well done acquiring the tall, blue eyed man before her.

"Nice to meet you, Erin," he shook her hand.

"You too, Mo?" I motioned towards the helmet hanging loosely from his head.

"Yeah, man, aren't you supposed to be her friend?" I flinched momentarily at the extra emphasis on the last word. How could he throw that back at me like that? Like it was some dirty word.

The Morrisons shared glances at the two of us, sensing the tension. Mo, the peacemaker he was, threw his hand behind his head and with a short laugh said, "Ah, no hard feelings, right Sam?"

"None," I said to Mo, but looking at Py.

"Ready for that race, Sam?" called Kes as he zoomed by, unknowingly breaking the stale atmosphere perfectly.

"Actually, now that you mention it…" Maybe it was time to put the urban legend to rest? "Excuse me," I said to Pyatt, Mo, and Erin and took a few tentative strides away from them. Kes realized that I was taking him up on his challenge and proceeded to mock my pathetic skating by gliding slowly beside me, then falling back before zipping ahead of me again.

"Stop it!" I gritted my teeth and tried to grab on to him as he smugly skated past me again, but missed and lost my balance.

"I've got you." Py came up beside me and took a hold of me.

"My hero," I meant to say sincerely, but it came out sarcastically. His arms tensed around my waist.

"Sam." I sighed. It was supposed to be an easy day. A few photographs of the happy couples before the practice and then a few hours with Py before playing babysitter for Mo and Erin. I hated drama. I had had enough drama to last lifetime, as far as I was concerned.

I looked up at him and decided to restart the afternoon on a fresh note.

"Ready to teach me how it's done?"
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