To Call My Own

Chapter Twenty Two

"Which one is Westy?" Katy asked, looking up at me from her place on my lap. I pointed to 54 skating around with his teammates.

Kennedy had invited me to come watch West play with his family. I'd be lying if I said the thouht didn't make me extremely nervous. But I knew his family well, and I knew it would mean a lot to him. So I gladly accepted the invitation.

"He's so fast." She exclaimed, watching her big brother in sheer delight. He skated up to the glass and bumped his shoulder into it, in a way of greeting his little sister.

She happily waved both her little hands at him, he eagerly returned the gesture, causing her to smile very widely. His eyes met mine and he gave me a sweet smile before turning to listen to his coach.

It had been two weeks since the formal and sadly, winter break had come to end. With the Kelly's, there was never a dull moment. Between skating and games and bowling, we were never left wondering how to fill our days.

"Feel free to have some." Kennedy told me, sitting down with an XL popcorn. I took the invitation and stuck my hand in. "Just to warn you, my mom takes the whole hockey mom thing pretty seriously." She chuckled, motioning to her mom who was eagerly awaiting the game. "But I have a feeling you can keep up with her." She added, a mouth full of popcorn. She was no doubt referencing the last game that she had attended with her.

"What can I say, I'm a passionate fan." I replied, shrugging my shoulders. It was true. I loved the game, but I also loved the boy who played the game.

"West is fortunate to have a girl who comes to his game, cheers and actually knows what's going on." She stated, I only smiled in response. Katy reached over to put her hand in Kennedy's popcorn.

"So good." She sighed, going for more.

There was just something about watching West play that made me feel so prideful. Knowing he was my boyfriend, knowing that he had an amazing career that lie out in front of him. But it terrified me. He had everything figured out since the time he was small, he had his dreams to play pro. But up until about a month ago, none of those plans or dreams included me. From where he stood, there were very few obstacles in his way.

I had nothing figured out, I knew I wanted to make something of myself. But that was where my plan stopped. There was no clear road ahead for me, not like for West. My life revolved around West, and for the time being I didn't mind. But he had all these opprotunities and chances ahead, I was afraid to be left behind or worse off, hold his behind.

I shook my head and refocused my attention back on the game. The fog temporarily lifted and I was able to give my undivided attention to the game. I hated how much I thought about everything.

The game came to a close, a final score of 4-2 in favour of the Wolves. West's family and I all happily made our way down to the locker room to wait for West, who had a three point night.

"There's my boy." Amy called, pulling her son in for a hug. "Great game."

"Thanks, mom." He said, pulling away from her embrace and noticing my presence. He hastily came and engulfed me in a hug, placing a kiss softly on the top of my head. I lingered in his arms for a few moments. "Do you guys mind if Mila and I sneak away?" West asked his family, lacing our fingers together.

"Not at all, be home be eleven." His dad responded with a curt nod.

West scooped up his hockey bag with my hand still latched in his. We mads our way out to his car, snow covering the parking lot and sprinkling all over our hair.

"I'm so proud of you." I beamed up at West, getting on my tippy toes to peck his cheek.

"You have no idea how much that means coming from you." He replied, looking longingly into my eyes.