The comments on the video of Ethan are amazing, and would you look at that, it looks like I won the bet with my father, not that now is the time to bring it up, but it still fills me with a sense of pride. Ethan is good at what he does. He just needed the right push and media attention to get him there.
My smile quickly falters as I click the link to the article that was posted inPack Weekly.
Lady’s Man No More?
By Serenity Jade
It’s been quiet in the world of New Haven Foxes news as the season kicks off. While it’s definitely looking like another Stanley Cup isn’t in the cards, it has me wondering if we have a goalie that’s actually going to stick around for more than one season.
Most of you know Max Connery as our beloved Owen Connery’s (Stanley Cup winner, Alexi Bandnin’s Omega, and over all heartthrob) brother. Or maybe you know him from his reputation of being a womanizer who likes to party on the town.
Since joining the New Haven Foxes, it seems like the older Connery brother has kept his nose clean.
Or has he?
We spotted the goalie with his arm flung over none other than Sloane Applegate, the coach’s daughter and his pride and joy. It’s why she has her job on the team in social media management.
It makes this writer want to know: Is Max Connery’s image improving? Or is he going steady with the forbidden fruit?
I roll my eyes and click out of the article. Serenity Jade is known for writing articles that are speculative and never fact checked. Case and point here, but the fact is, people read this trash, and no matter what, there will be rumors.
Here’s to hoping that no one else on the team bothers reading this shit. The last thing I need is someone getting upset over something that’s not true.
Though when I look at the picture of Max’s arm slung over mine, I can’t deny that there is some longing. I quickly shut that thought down as I put my phone away and head over to my parents’ home. There are more important things to worry about than a stupid, inaccurate article.
My dad is in the kitchen, and I wrap my arms around him before he does the same.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, honey. I’m okay. What about you?”
“I just feel kind of guilty, that’s all,” I reply.
My mother Rosemary walks in, placing a kiss on my head before kissing my dad. “Leave it to Malin Applegate to fucking make people feel guilty from the grave,” she says before going to the coffeemaker.
I have to cover my laugh, and my dad shakes his head.
“She was a hard woman to love, but she was my mother. We’re having her cremated. Her sister is going to hold a service back home,” he says, and I rub his back.
“Are you going to tell the team?” I ask.
“No, it’s none of their fucking business. Today is just an ordinary day. Do you need a ride to work?” he asks me, and I shake my head.
“No, I’m going to drive. Let me just go see Mom before I go.”
My dad rubs my shoulder, holding a conversation with my mom as I head upstairs to my mother’s nest. There’s no doubt that she’s there right now. I lightly tap on the door and hear her soft voice from the other side.
I open the door but don’t enter.
A nest is a really personal space, and even though I’m her daughter and I can’t be scented right now, it could still be upsetting. Honestly, it depends on where she is in her heat cycle.
I make sure to avoid the house completely when that business goes down. It sucked a lot when I was younger because we don’t have any close family, so my parents basically rotated out of my mom’s heat to watch me or they paid babysitters.
“Hey, sweetie, come take a seat,” she says, tapping her massive beanbag chair.
I plop down next to her, and she rests her head on my shoulder. She grabs my hand and laces our fingers together.
“I called the matchmaker,” she says.
