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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 9

"Hugh Grant. That's who `Daniel Cleaver' is."

"Umm hmm."

"It was a compliment, then," he glanced at me.

"Well… not really, but kinda," I tried to reassure him. Over the past few days, it'd been a media frenzy as word of an unusual campaign had spread through the city. Mysterious "Vote for Rory" t-shirts appeared out of thin air and all the ruckus that came with it meant the guys were busy taking friendly jibes at Rory. It'd made the drive over to the hospital was a nice change of pace and that had shed light on a question that had been plaguing Pyatt's mind.

"Kinda? Isn't he always the good guy?"

"Usually. Not always. Oh, take a left here at the light." It was just some off handed comment that Mo had blurted out. He didn't really mean to imply that Py was anything like Hugh Grant's character. Sure, they both got a lot of female attention and they both had gorgeous smiles but Hugh didn't evoke nearly a strong an urge to be jumped as Py did.

"Could you be anymore vague?"

"Trust me, I'm doing you a favour. I'd be completely ruining the movie for you if I told you," I said with a straight face, dirty thoughts sprouting up in my head.

"Right."

"I never picked you for the impatient type, you know," I studied him openly.

"Maybe I should just Google him and find out for myself," he pondered aloud, waiting for a gap in the midmorning traffic.

"Don't you dare. You really can't wait one more day to find out?"

"That's one more on top of a week," he stated matter-of factly.

"Whose fault is that?" He'd turned down my offer of watching the movie twice now.

"I didn't hear you complaining then," his lips curled into a cheeky grin. The very grin he had pulled on me before tossing the DVD onto my couch in order to continue where we'd left off at Mo's after driving me home. But in the end we hadn't gotten very far. It was there in the back of my mind; something had held me back from getting caught up in the moment. I convinced myself that it simply wasn't the right night.

"Well, maybe I am now," I replied offhandedly, fiddling with my camera, trying to remember if I'd brought extra batteries, but the prospect of sex hung heavily in the air. Watching the movie it seemed, while still theoretically the topic at hand, was quickly evaporating. Just like how any insecurity I had about sleeping with Py had been steady decreasing throughout the week as secret rendezvous' in between breaks at practices continued to push the line. My shoulders were now in knots, my body tense. I needed release. And like the gentleman he was, Pyatt was offering.

"Really? Because I could turn around and we could finish-"

"Tomorrow," I interrupted him. God, he wasn't making this easy. I had to focus and put things into perspective. Now certainly wasn't the time or the place.

"You promise?" he flashed a smirk at me, but his voice was business-like, as he looked for a parking spot. Catching sight of Kesler's Hummer, which stood out like a sore thumb even under the gloomy grey sky, he turned into the stall across adjacent to it. We unbuckled our seatbelts and got out. The cool air was refreshing against my flushed skin.

"Promise," I got on my tipy toes and pressed my lips to his cheek when we neared the entrance of the hospital. "Tomorrow, you'll see how silly this obsession with Hugh Grant is," I tugged on his cap.

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The buzz in the air was amazing. The lights, the camera crews - it was if we were on a movie set instead of doing something much more humble. There was a loud cheer and applause when the team made its entrance into the foyer on the second level. I hastily took a step back and positioned my camera to capture the moment. It was amazing what a couple dozen average men with a not-so average knack for hockey could do to raise the spirits of these families facing such adversity.

The guys broke into groups, each with a stack of knickknacks to autograph and friendly smiles on their faces.

Half an hour into the annual visit, I bounded a head of Nazzy's group and stuck my head into the next room. A girl just creeping into her teenage years sat upright in her bed, her fingers firmly grasping onto her bed sheet, her attention focused on her view of the parking lot.

I gave a light knock on her door to announce my presence.

"Hey there, I'm Sam," I said with a smile.

She turned to me, but didn't say a word. She looked a bit pale and anxious.

"May I come in?"

She gave a slight nod of her head, her dark brown eyes quickly glancing back to the window. I stepped into her room and walked up to her bedside.

"So… are you a Canucks fan?"

"No… not really. My dad is though… and he's late." She tried not to glance back to the window, but couldn't help it.

"Oh, don't worry. The guys will be around for a couple more hours. What's your name?"

"Kayla," she pushed her dark blonde hair behind an ear with one hand.

Nazzy poked his head in.

"Hey, Sam. Hi," he said to Kayla.

"Hey," I nodded to him. "Would it be alright if you met them now? Then you can introduce them to your dad when he gets here." She gave me another nod, while noting the camera which hung from my neck. I gave Nazzy the go ahead and the guys piled in, talking amongst themselves and sending Kayla smiles.

"They're cute, aren't they?" I whispered to her, giving her a knowing wink.

"…A couple of them," she admitted hesitantly, trying not to stare as they came around her bed.

"The one with the cap… he's checking you out," she said, a faint blush sprouting up across her freckled cheeks. I laughed, drawing the guys' attention. I glanced over at them, but bent down closer to Kayla.

"Come on, I'll introduce you. They don't bite. Well… Fin does, so if you see a whale cleverly disguised as Santa, watch out." I gave her another reassuring smile before turning to the guys.

"Guys, this is Kayla. Kayla – the guys."

"Hi, Kayla. I'm Markus," he took her hand in his and gave a light handshake.

"Rory."

"Hey. I'm Taylor," his blue eyes twinkled warmly.

"Hey, Kayla. I'm Ryan."

"Hi. I'm Sami."

"How come you're Sammie and she's Sam?" Kayla wrinkled her nose in confusion, looking back and forth between the two of us.

"Yeah, how come, Sam?" Fitzy piped up, eager to see the spotlight on someone other than himself for a bit.

"Samantha is what my dad calls me," I wrinkled my nose in distaste back at her. I snuck a quick glance at Py, only to find him staring back.

"That's not bad. My dad calls me `princess'," she retorted, slowing coming out of her shell.

"You said that he was a fan, right? How big of a fan is he, Kayla?" I asked her.

"Huge. I think you're his favourite player," she motioned to Nazzy. "You're Naslund, right?" He gave her a grin.

"I am." John walked past the door, asking Burr if he'd seen me.

"Would you mind if I took a picture with the guys, real quick Kayla? Sorry, I think the boss' lookin' for me."

"Okay, I guess."

They positioned themselves around her bed. "Give me a big smile, Kayla. Let's pretend that you are a real princess and these are your… man servants," I coughed to try and make sure the guys didn't over hear us. I didn't know if worked, but it sure lit up Kayla's face.

"What do you two keep whispering and giggling about?" Kes wondered aloud.

"Oh you know, boring girl talk," I said innocently turning on my camera and steadying it.

"Big smile, everyone. On the count of three, say `Flames suck'."

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I walked past several rooms in search of John, who had seemingly vanished, but stopped when I heard a familiar voice.

"How are you?" the voice cooed.

"Hey, pumpkin," came a female voice sweetly. I stuck my head in the door to see Mo cradling a baby.

"Hi... how are you?" he continued, with the baby's mother near. "You're wide awake… you're wide awake… and you're smiling, am I funny lookin'?" he laughed softly.

Mo and babies. A deadly combination to females everywhere. Something about a man nurturing something that precious – it was more than cute, it touched some deep ideal biological characteristic in a mate. And him not realizing the aura he was emitting? Only made it more genuine. I grinned and let out a small laugh of my own, drawing their attention.

Mo greeted me, still cradling the tiny newborn, "Heya, Sam."

"Hey," I said gently.

"Oh, come on in." The mother motioned me into the room and I made my way over. "I'm Cassandra. And that's Matthew."

"He's gorgeous. How old is he?" I touched his cheek.

"Just over three months," she beamed.

"Mind if I take a picture?" I lifted my camera.

"Sure, no problem."

"Awesome, thanks. Why don't you stand beside Mo?" Mo turned his arms so that the baby faced me as I took a few steps back. A couple flashes later, I was back to cooing the baby. "May I hold him?" I asked Cassandra.

"If you can pry him from Brendan, sure," she smiled.

"You hear that, Mo? Hand him over." I set the camera down on the table and reached out to him.

"Fine," he tried to pout, but failed. Mo carefully placed Matthew in my arms, but stayed close, placing a hand on my shoulder while making faces at him. Matthew looked at me with his huge brown eyes as if trying to figure out who I was. Déjà vu hit me, hard.

"Oy, you're a cutie. He's got your nose," I said to Cassandra, trying to shake the uneasy feeling away. She smiled proudly.

"Wow, he's not usually this well behaved with strangers. You can ask the nurses. Do you two have any kids of your own?"

We froze. "Oh, we're not together… we're just good friends," I stammered, glancing at Mo to gauge his reaction.

"Oh, sorry! You both just seem so comfortable around him…"

Mo chuckled, "It's no problem. But yeah, I've got three kids at home." And a very happy wife, I added silently as an after thought. "All quite a bit bigger than this little guy, though," he continued.

"And I'm the babysitter," I chipped in, feeding off Mo's response, but I didn't maintain the poise he did. Instead, I rocked back and forth on my heels, feeling antsy. Didn't I have somewhere to be? Right, John.

"Shoot, I forgot that my boss was looking for me. I should go." I handed Matthew over to Cassandra. "Nice to meet you, Cassandra."

"Oh, well. Nice to meet you, too, Sam," surprise in her voice. I threw her a forced smile over my shoulder before I hightailed it out of there. Running out on Mo, again? What the hell was going on?

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"Hey stranger."

I looked up from camera just as I put in a new memory card, an hour later.

"Mo."

"What did John want?" He asked offhandedly, as he unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and took a swig.

"Oh, you know. The usual. Wanted to make sure I was getting a good variety of photos. And I'd forgotten to get the press release forms from him," I turned my attention back to my camera.

"Stop fidgeting with that thing."

"You can't tell me what to do," I blurted.

"With your camera? I guess-"

"No, not with my camera. I- I don't know what I'm talking about," I sighed. "Forget it. I think I'm going crazy," I muttered under my breath. It was just Mo. Why was I getting all flustered and incoherent in front of him? Sure the whole getting caught in his basement was one thing to be self-conscious about, but that had already been a week ago and things were still off kilter.

"You got déjà vu back there?" Mo said softy.

"I did." Sometimes it was unnerving how well Mo could read me.

"Makenna." I nodded.

"I'll never forget that moment," I said reminiscing the day I met his second born in my arms for the first time. "She was something."

"She was." He studied me thoughtfully. "Are you busy tomorrow afternoon? I need to start my shopping. We could grab a coffee or something. You know… chillax."

I laughed, the apprehension finally fading leaving me feeling rejuvenated. "Chillax?" I mocked through spurts of laughter. "You may look young, Mo. But no. Not that young."

"Did the trick, didn't it?" he shrugged with an easy smile before taking another swig. "So what do you say?"

"Can't. Sorry. I've got plans," I said catching Py's eye across the open room. "Can I get a rain check?" I glanced back at Mo, but I didn't hear a word of him agreeing begrudgingly.
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