6.2. Tyler

I arrived at the place where Elise and I decided to meet up. Part of me doesn’t want to see her but at the same time I also want to know how she is. We may broke up two years ago and what she had done to me have left a huge scar that affected me, but you can’t unloved someone that easy especially if you have shared three amazing years together as lovers.After our morning skate, I head straight to here.

When I went inside the restaurant where we used to grab lunch before, she’s already waiting at our usual seat. She still looks the same, the long blonde hair, bluest eyes and the brightest smile ever. I don’t know why she’s smiling right now but somehow her presence makes me ache. I’m still aching for her after a year of totally shutting me down. Even after I found out that she cheated on me and even after she got me really disappointed, I still do love her.

When I reach the table, she immediately gave me a hug. I hugged her back longer than it is appropriate but sadly she pushed me awkwardly.

“I am not staying for long.” She said right away as we settle back to our seat. “I already ordered you a coffee.”

“Thanks.” I said staring at the coffee she just ordered for me. “How are you?”

We’ve been exchanging text since she called me to ask if we can meet up after I get back from Ontario for our business together. Both of us runs my own hockey merchandise business but ever since we broke up neither of us cared to manage it anymore, however, these past few weeks I finally decided to get back on the grind without her.

It’s time to get my life back. She clearly have moved on, why can’t I?

“I’m good. Been really busy preparing for the wedding.” She said with a little bit of awkwardness. “How about you?”

“Could’ve been better.” I replied, totally lying. Despite of the cheating incident though, I am not better ever since I lost her. “Back on the ice, been really busy doing the usual stuff.”

“Congratulations on winning the Stanley Cup by the way.” She said.

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, I have spoken to our lawyer about my investment and shares on the business.” She started. “We only need your signature to make it official.”

“You know it’s no biggie that we still share this business together, right?” I said still hoping that she’ll change her mind about withdrawing her shares on the business. I’m still hoping that she’ll come back to me, maybe through sharing business together we can still work it out.

“I know, but Jack doesn’t want to.” She replied and I immediately spotted a little edge on there.

“Is he treating you right?” I asked because I suddenly felt really concerned.

“Of course.” She said right away. “This is a perfect decision for both of us Ty, and besides I am also moving to Switzerland next month so I’ll surely won’t be able to help run it anymore.”

Of course, she’s moving. Her fiancé is in Switzerland working as a Vice-president of one of the hockey teams in there.

“The lawyer will just see you for the papers to sign next week.” She added while busying herself texting on her phone. “Anyway, I have to go. Jack is already waiting outside. It’s really nice to see you again Ty.”

“Can I at least do something to change your mind?” I said slowly without looking at her.

She was silent for a moment and sighed. “Tyler, stop it. We’re done. Remember how I screwed our relationship, so stop it. I’m getting married.”

I swallowed the lump on my throat. Yeah! She’s right. I should remember how she fucked my whole life and left me for another man but I just can’t stop from thinking about her and those things that I have looked forward to about us.

She stood up on her chair and kissed me on the cheeks for goodbye. Closure?

I didn’t get to say another word. Because I guess she already made up her mind. She’s officially leaving me and she’s about to marry another guy who’s obviously not me.

I sighed as I watched her walk away from me and approached her fiancé who’s waiting on the door for her. We almost had a family of our own, I was so ready to jump with her into a strange new life of marriage but she ruined everything.

Am I not enough? Am I not yet worthy to be family man myself?Why?

I decided to stick on the restaurant for a bit and ordered a brunch myself and just to be alone. I didn’t get the chance to eat at the headquarters earlier because of Elise. As I wait for my orders, I noticed a bunch of girls not too far from me and weirdly, I’ve been seeing this girls for two days now. I think they’ve been following me if I’m not mistaken.

It’s weird because I don’t get that much of a stalker to be honest and they don’t look like they are interested to hang out with me or something since they don’t throw seductive stares on my way. I’m not that dumb and I am very observant. Or maybe it’s just me being paranoid or whatsoever.

After I ate and paid the waitress, I immediately went to my car to go head straight home. And just what I suspected, those girls I have been talking about followed me on the parking lot. I pretended that I didn’t noticed them, I continue to get into my car but this time I am about to live them astray and confirm if they really are following me.

Instead of going straight home. I took a different road, completely opposite to my route. Few detours I decided to stop for gas and head to the convenient store. As I roam around the store, there’s already one girl who’s following me. She’s obviously watching my every move and if I look on her way she pretends to do something else. She looks way too familiar though.

I need to catch her on act.

I immediately grabbed a bottle of two beers and paid for it, and run quickly outside making sure she follows me. When I got out I hid at the little corner of the store in order for me to catch her. When she passed, I immediately blocked her way. She even flinched when she saw me.

“Are you following me?” I immediately asked.She didn’t answered right away, but instead she almost fell on the ground. Luckily, I was fast enough to catch her. I let her sat on the nearest chair and waited for her to relax right before I ask the question again. She rested her head on the table for a bit right before looking back at me.

“Feeling better?” I asked and she only nodded. “Good. Now answer the question, are you following me?”

“Yeah and I apologize for that. I just don’t know how to approach you since you’re always surrounded with your fans.” She started talking, can I say that she have this weird British accent?  “I’m actually pregnant.” She added.

“Well, congratulations.” I replied.

“And congratulations to you too. You’re going to be a father now.” She answered which send me to laugh.

“You’re joking right?” I said and she just rummaged into her bag and put seven pregnancy tests tubes on the table. “You know those things are not a hundred percent accurate.”

“I know.” She answered. “That’s why I used different brands and based on the symptoms I have been feeling these past few weeks indicates that I am literally pregnant. With your baby!”

“How sure are you that I am the father?” I asked. This whole thing is completely messed up! “I don’t who you are. I don’t even know your name.”

“You know my name.” She answered.

Jezz! This is what Anthony Khudobin have been telling me about few years ago.

He had an incident like this before, a pregnant woman came over to him and asked if he’ll be kind enough to be the baby’s father which is completely ridiculous because Dobi knows her as an avid fan of him.

This is actually one of the reasons why I don’t hook up with strangers or a fan because you really don’t know how crazy they get sometimes.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “Then what is it?”

“It’s Keya!”

Right, sounds familiar!

“Alright, Keya. Tell me when did this happen?” I humored her.

“Last month, on a pub downtown.” She answered. “You bought me a drink a lot of times during that night.”

“I always buy girls a drink.” I said.

“Oh so does that mean you always fuck gals on the loo as well?” She countered which totally caught me off-guard and the flashback on that night came in.

“Shit, that was you?” I hissed. So this is the girl that I hooked up with in the rest room that I thought first was Tricia.

“Why are you so surprised?” She asked. “Oh yeah, of course you were so drunk.” She added mumbling.

“But that is impossible. I always use protection.”

“Hate it to break it to you, however, you didn’t used a condom on the second round.” She answered slowly without looking at my eyes. She looks completely embarrassed saying those words and weirdly another sudden flashback about that night strike into my head remembering all what happened.

I indeed bought her a drink and we ended up going to the rest room and fuck each other’s brains out. I didn’t used a condom indeed during the second round, because I only brought one and I am still hard as a rock after the first round at that night (and drunk as fuck) that I didn’t seemed to care if I am on protection or something.

Fuck!

Is this the kind of a lesson I needed for me to stop drinking and sleeping around?

“So? Are you finally convinced that you’re the father of this baby?” She said after I became silent for a sec.

But even so, I don’t trust her. I don’t fucking know her! She’s just a puck bunny that surely wants my money. For sure she’s just using the situation to get me.

I’m not dumb! I know this damn trick that chicks play just to get what they want. Just to get me. Besides, I’ve been through this myself on a different situation of course and I almost believed in it.

“You could have done this to a multi-billionaire man.” I said just to get her to admit it because I am not buying it even if I would say that I did indeed used her without using any protection. I get that puck bunnies do love to sleep with me but what she’s doing have already gone a little overboard.

She dropped her jaw and stared on me. "Are you saying that—" She sighed. “I’m not that kind of woman you think I am.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“I know that this is ridiculous because you don’t know me, but you don’t have to insult me like that.” She answered in complete rage and tears on her eyes starts to form.

“You think I want to have a baby, Mr. Seguin?” She hissed as she stood up on the chair. “D’you know what, screw it! I’m just here to inform you that this is your child anyway. I should never expect that you will recognize this thing. I should have just aborted this in the first place!” She dropped and tried to walk away from me but I am fast enough to stop her.

Abort? Is she serious?

“I did not say that I won’t recognize that child. Give me a paternity test.” I answered abruptly.

I am in complete frustration now because seriously this whole thing freaks the hell out of me too. But I have to be sure about this first and foremost.

“Until test proves it’s mine then that’s the right time I’ll recognize the child.”

I don’t want to be disappointed this time.

Besides, how can I trust a complete stranger stalking me around and all of a sudden surprises me with a news that I am having my baby?

I understand the responsibility but I just want to have a proof that that baby is indeed mine.