Chapter 8: Meet the Father

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We ended up taking my SUV, Sidney driving with Troy in the passenger’s seat fighting over where to eat. Troy wanted a nice steak, while Sidney wanted pasta, real Italian pasta where he couldn’t eat at a steak house. We were stuck in traffic, which only added fuel to the father v son fire because they actually had time to fight it out. Meanwhile I sat in the hump seat in the back seat checking my e-mails, and texts on my blackberry trying to block out the war that was going on in the front of my car.
“Fine Dad, we will just ask her.” Sidney said with way to much confidence in his voice which scared me. “Maddie; Italian or American.”
Doesn’t he mean steak? Way to put me in the middle of this situation boys. They both turn around at the same time, looking at me with this look in their eyes. “Well actually… personally… I kinda feel like Chinese, or Japanese, but I would eat anywhere, I am not that fussy. I mean you guys feel like McDonalds, I’ll eat there, Subway, I’ll eat there, Panera, I’ll ear there.” But when I finish they both change the look in their eyes, this time it is filled with laughter, little school boy laughter. Sidney can’t hold it any longer and starts wailing like a kid, and Troy starts soon after but his laugh is an adult giggle, which doesn’t overpower Sidney’s. “What?” I ask unaware of why they are laughing like I would if I was watching the Hangover.
“We were talking about baseball” Troy says in-between bellows.
“But I thought you two were talking about where we are eating” I stutter out, know realizing that I was out of it for a while.

“We were,” Sidney answers now containing his laughter. “Until you mumbled something about the Yankees, and then my dad and I were talking about baseball.”
“When did you start talking about baseball?” I ask suddenly so confused and lost.
“Like ten minutes ago,” Troy answers, “Here I will fill you in, Sid over here like the Pirates, while I like to stick to a traditional team, the Yankees. So we asked if the two ever met in the play offs,” Which they never will I thought, ha, I mean the Pirates, what’s their record negative two? “Which team would win?”
“Yankees,” I answer not even thinking about it, I mean that’s common sense here.
“THAT’S BULL SHIT!” Sidney yells startling Troy and I “The Pirates would kill their prissy asses.” He says coping an attitude.
“No actually that’s bull shit.” I mummer underneath my breathe now wishing I said Pirates just so this wouldn’t have happened. Sidney now is giving Troy and I the silent treatment, and starts playing with my car’s dials. I have to safe myself, but Troy steps and takes control of the situation and announces we are at the restaurant. When he get to the table, Sidney faces away from the door, and I sit next to him with Troy sitting on the other side. It looks like the two compromised because on the menu there is both steak and pasta.
“So,” Troy starts after we get drinks, and order our food, “What do you do for a living, that is the only thing Sidney hasn’t told me yet?”
The funny thing is, I haven’t told Sidney what I did for a job too. “I work for the Yankees,” I answer “I am their massage therapist in training. That’s why the Yankees would win in the playoffs, because I was born a Yankee fan, and now I work for them.” I end my answer with elbowing Sidney in the ribs and Troy starts to laugh.
“That’s why I like the Pirates,” Sidney whispers, “Because I work in live in the Pittsburgh area, and I work for one of their sports teams.” Sidney retorts.
“We understand,” I coo him and he laughs.
Are food finally came, and we ate. Well I picked, Troy ate, and Sidney vacuumed our food. When Sidney was done with his, and I was done with mine we started talking but I realized that he was eyeing my food. And I finally started laughing and I traded plates with him. Then the table feel back into silence while he ate my plate of food. When he was done with that Sidney paid the check, while I argued. But in the end I gave in and sat back watching him sign his name on the dotted line.
We all went back to my truck and Troy drove him and Sidney back to the hotel. We all got out, I hugged both Troy and Sidney. Both Crosby men whispered in my ear.
“My son is falling for you, and you are falling for him. I like you, I really do, but think this over before you two start to date. I will like the same if you are friends, or a couple. I don’t know what you have heard about me, if you have, but I am not a jackass. I just don’t like women who will use my son for his money, and I know you won’t, I mean for Christ-sake you are driving a Range Rover that someone could live in. I hope to see you in the ‘Burgh soon too.” “Sidney, I am going to my room, see you in the morning, good game tonight.” He slaps Sidney’s back and heads inside.
And with that Sidney came over and hugged me until my brains were out. He nuzzles his head in my hair. “mmmmmm mint.” He starts. “Thanks for coming tonight,” we stand there for what feels like eternity. I know he is smelling me and my perfume and I am doing the same to him, I know I will miss his sent until the next time I see him. His hoodie is losing its sent. “I want you to come down to Pittsburgh and stay for like a week, maybe more. Are you working now?” I shake my head no, so he finishes. “Call me when you can come down, you can stay with me, and I will take care of everything, airfare and all. I really like your truck too, I might have to upgrade.” He now lifts my head and our foreheads are resting against one another.
“I will miss you,”
“Me too Sid,”
He kisses my lips softly.
“Call me when you are in your apartment.”
“I will,”
He hugs me again, and then kisses me with a little more passion this time. Then helps me in my car and I drive off wishing I could have stayed with him and we could have talked all night.

I got home two and a half hours later, due to a three car pileup on the road. The apartment is silent, but there are two notes on my door.
Mads,
I HAD SO MUCH FUN TONIGHTTTTT. When Davee drove me home I went and saw your god son. SO FREAKIN cute, of and we are babysitting next Friday, David will call you with the details, GOD that was a good game. We are having a talk-a-thon tomorrow I have no classes and you don’t either get some rest girl
Izz
I was laughing, I knew she would like Adam, my godson, she likes every kid.
Maddie,
Sorry about earlier, I was a bitch, forgive me, I need help on deigns and shit like that, talk tomorrow, and a movie tomorrow night, Oh and I want to meet Sidney sometime, maybe he is different?
Abbs
I love Abbey and I could never stay mad at her, and I knew she was looking out for me.
I climbed out of my jeans and put on soffe shorts and a wifebeater tank, plugged in my phone and called Sid.
“Hello,” he answered groggily
“Hi, sorry it’s so late, there was an accident,”
“It’s all good Maddie, as long as your fine, thanks for letting me know”
“No problem, well you seem tired, and I know I am, so I will call you tomorrow?”
“Sounds great, my flight leaves at 11. So how about I call you when I land?”
“Sounds wonderful Sid,”
“Bye”
“tata for now”
And with that I received my second best night of sleep in a row.