Kendall: I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for my aunt to come though
Me: Why not? I bet she’d have fun.
Kendall: Is the rink wheelchair friendly? I hate getting her hopes up by promising an outing, but then we have to leave because she can’t access the place
Me: I’m sorry you two have had to deal with that. This place is wheelchair accessible though. They have events often that cater to wheelchair users.
Me: I think it would be fun to take your aunt on the ice.
Kendall: Wait, you can take her on the ice in her wheelchair?
Me: Yeah, absolutely. I do it all the time whenever the team hosts events for kids in the community. Some of the kids are wheelchair users and they always have a great time when we take them on the ice
Me: Sorry if I’m coming off a little pushy. I don’t mean to. I just wanted you to know that she’s welcome to come and that I’d make sure she’d have a nice time
Me: If you don’t think she’d like to be on the ice, I totally understand. She can hang out at the rink. I’d be happy to just sit and chill with her
Kendall: It’s okay. You’re not pushy at all. It’s honestly so sweet that you want her to come
Me: Of course I want her to come. We’re rosé buddies
Kendall: *laughing emoji*
Me: Your aunt is cool. I like hanging out with her
Kendall: Okay. We’ll go. Thanks, Liam :)
Me: Of course :)
I put my phone away and finish stripping out of my gear.
“Damn. What are you smiling about?” Mack asks when I sit on the bench and loosen my skates.
“Just excited for Saturday.”
Chapter 36
Liam
Ipush Christina across the ice at the rink.
“How’s this speed? Is it okay?” I ask.
“Oh yes, this is great. Goodness.” She laughs. “I haven’t been ice skating since I was in high school. I forgot how fun it is.”
I grin. Kendall waves at us from the edge of the ice as we skate toward her. She holds up her phone at us, and I ease to a stop so she can take a photo.
“Having fun?” Kendall asks her aunt.
“A blast, anak.” Christina chuckles and pats my hand. “Liam’s doing all the hard work, pushing me around.”
“It’s not hard at all. Way more fun than doing drills at practice. Or getting slammed into the boards.”
They both laugh.
“Should we keep going?” I ask Christina.
She nods. “I think I’ve got a few more minutes left in me.”
