part 13

"Brooklyn?" he has his eyebrows pulled down in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"I can't take it! Everywhere I go some blond girl is whispering about me!" she barked pushing out of his arms as he tried to comfort her. "First I had to sit in front of them the entire Penguins game, now they're in my apartment! What next Nicklas? Huh?"

He slowly sat down next to her on the couch that she had just thrown herself face first down on. He lightly rubbed his hand up and down her back trying to comfort away the sobs that were quietly coming from her.

"Babe?" he whispered into her ear. "Listen to me."

She turned to face him, tears running down her cheeks.

"Don't ever let them get to you." he continued. "If this is going to work, and I hope it does, you have to understand that people will talk. They'll make up things you never though existed. Just know that I'll always know the truth."

She smiled a little and he ran the back of his hand over her tear stained cheek.

"Thank you."

he smiled. "I'm not into blonds anyway."

"Shut up." she said smiling and holding his hand in both of hers.
"It looks like there's about 4 inches of snow out there. Snowman time."

She jumped up before he had a chance to pull his arm away. She drug him into her closet and was digging through her winter clothes to find something warm. She pulled out a dark blue long sleeved t-shirt, a white hollister hoodie and jeans. She ripped off the t-shirt she was wearing and put her new ones on. The jeans next and two pairs of sock after that.

"Now that is winter weather clothes." he said laughing as she tried to balance as she put her shoes on. "I didn't bring snowman clothes so we're going to have to stop by my place."
"Since you're still only in a towel? Yeah that would be smart."

With that he pulled her onto his lap facing him.

"If that's what you want have fun taking off my four layers of clothes." she kissed him pulled away and tucked his curling hair behind his ear.

"I like a challenge." he said laughing and standing up. "We can save that for tonight. Whose car are we taking?"
"My jag doesn't share my love of snow."
"Guess that means I'm driving."
"After you change out of that towel. It's highly distracting."
"Now I know how to get your attention."

He dropped his towel, her mouth hit the ground. He smiled picked up his duffel bag and strutted to the bathroom. She swears he did a little pose at the end.

"Not cool Nicklas Backstrom!" she screamed as he shut the door.
"You'll get your chance." he laughed back through the closed door.

After he changed, she joined him to brush her teeth and pull her hair up in a messy ponytail. He just ran his fingers through his bed matted hair-must be easy being a guy. When the elevator door's opened on the ground floor Brooklyn clenched her teeth.

"There's your fan club."

He sighed took her hand in his and stepped out. The girls giggled and whispered. He said hello and half smiled at them before turning to the main doors.

"Mr. Patterson." he said in his polite voice.
"Mr. Backstrom, looking forward to the game tomorrow night, the Rangers are tough." the doorman answered back tipping his hat.
"Yes they are, Sir. Should be fun."
"Have a nice day, Mr. Backstrom, Ms. Lidwell."
"You to, Mr. Patterson." she said with a thanking smile.


He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as the cold air hit both of them. The closed in parking garage wasn't much of a shelter from the cold air as the hurried to his car on the second floor.

"Are you kidding me? It's freezing." he said jumping into the drivers seat blasting the heater.
"It's not that bad." she laughed but joined his hands in front of the vent.
"Please." he sassed as he backed out of his parking spot beside the hummer.

It wasn't that far of a drive to Nicklas's apartment he pulled into his parking spot.

"I'll just be a minute, here call Ovechkin." he said handing her his phone.
"For what?" she asked taking it.
"Whose yard are we gonna use?" he said leaning it to kiss her. "I don't know about you but I'm not building one in the middle of a D.C. street."

He smiled shut the car door and jogged up to the main doors of his apartment building. She sighed and searched his contacts list for A.O.

"Backy!" A.O. said in cheerful but hard to understand russian
"Not quite, it's Brooklyn."
"Brooklyn!" he responded in the same cheerful tone.
"Hey A.O." she laughed.
"What can I help with you?"
"Well," she said after she rearranging his sentence to understand his question. "Can Nicklas and I use your yard?"
"My yard? Like My grass?"
"Yeah." she said trying her hardest to hold back her laugh.
"Of course, but for why?"
"I wanna build a snowman and Nicklas doesn't want to play in the street." she snorted a little.
"It's snowing?"
"Yes dear."
"No way!"
"We'll be there soon."
"Sasha, you know it snowing?" he said asking Alexander who she was guessing was somewhere near him.
"Yes I know I see sky." Alexander sassed back.
"Bye A.O." she said not waiting for his answer.

Just as she hung up he jogged back out the door. He was in a dark blue bomber style jacket with jeans and tennis shoes on. His blond hair was curling out over a white beanie-it make her heart skip a beat, or four.

"What?" he asked as he slid into the drivers seat.
"Nothing." she said turning the other direction.
"No tell me."
"Nope."
"Brooklyn Lidwell."
"Fine, Nicklas Backstrom." she said leaning in so she was only a few inches from his face. "You're sexy."
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I know."
"Way to ruin that moment, cocky." she laughed and turned up the heater.
"So Finland does get cold?"
"Nope, your fingers are purple. I did it for you."
"Sure, we'll go with that."

"You know." she said as he pulled out of his apartment parking lot.
"Huh?"
"I think A.O. might be a little slow."
"Yeah." he said laughing "but that man is a hockey god"