Bonus episode twist?
I think their approval will come in my favor when I do finally tell my big brother.
They’re already discussing us all celebrating holidays together.
“You got usglassseats?!” squawks the teen, damn near jumping up and down. “Behind the goal?!” His body twitches uncontrollably. “The home goal?!”
More giggles shake my frame prior to me answering, “Yes. I thought it’d be nice for your first game here.”
“Holyshit!”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Hoss coos against her own volition given the way she frowns after the sound escapes her mouth. “Ugh, did I just swoon? Out loud?” The gag face she makes has me snickering again. “What am I, a girl?”
“Wait…” Bronny tips the brim of his hat slightly upward, “are you not?”
Her immediately glaring precedes her middle finger flying into the air and attention shifting back to me. “Enjoy the game. Tendy’s such a fucking beauty, so I have no doubt it’ll be a shutout.”
“Yesssss!” his little brother roars and turns around to give a pre-emptive victory pound to the glass. “Woooo!”
We exchange small waves leading me to turn around just as my boyfriend skates over. The instant his dragon design bearing bucket is off, he loudly croons, “There’s my Gillybean.”
“Groffee.”
His disapproval is instant. “Jukes.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Jukes.”
“You’re on the ice.”
“And I’m still singin’ all the time.”
There’s no use in fighting his charm or his goofy grin. “Jukes.”
“Much better, Slayer.” His wink is followed by him pressing his mitt covered fist to the glass. “Bronskie.”
“Bro.” He bumps back prior to spinning around to show the name on the back of his sweater with a cocky point. “Reppin’ the fam.” When he turns back around, he proudly points to his feet. “Got my shit kickers on too.”
“Atta boy,” warmly chuckles our netminder. “I made sure Dubs putyour favoritecowboy hat – the one Gramps got you – on Mic Drop.”
Giggling isn’t hidden. “You named the dragon on your bucket Mic Drop?”
“Of course,” he laughs off, “and you can see the cord wrapped around his tail,” Thayne states in tandem with twisting it around to show us, “and the pile of jellybeans he’s hoarding between the pipes.”
The sight gets me openly swooning, “They’re yellow.”
“I need my favorite Gillybean with me each night too.”
“Jellybean.”
“Nope.” His pointed finger lightly taps the object. “These have tiny Gs forGillybean.”
Smiling wider and cooing louder can’t be stopped – despite the fact it probably should.
How can Inotthough?
Heliterallygot me painted on his bucket so I could always be with him.
