Something So Unscripted

by Natasha Madison

  When the doorbell rings the next day while I’m drinking my coffee, I get up, going over to it. Opening the door, I am surprised when I see Karrie, Allison, and Vivienne.

  “We brought gifts,” Karrie says, holding up a bag of doughnuts while Allison holds up three cups of coffee in a square tray. Vivienne in the back reaches into her big purse and pulls out a bottle of Prosecco.

  “But really, I brought the right gift,” she says, pushing them aside. “Please tell me you have jus d’orange?” Orange juice, she says, going to the fridge and cheering when she sees my Tropicana.

  “What are you guys doing here?” I ask them as the other two walk in.

  “We figured after last night, you needed girl time, and we need to talk about the casino night,” Allison says, taking off her jacket and placing it over one of the stools.

  “So,” Karrie says when we hear the bottle pop and Vivienne gets the glasses to make mimosas.

  “Continue,” Vivienne says while she mixes our drinks.

  “So,” Karrie continues, “we decided that we would kill two birds with one stone.”

  “Well,” I tell them, closing the door behind them, “it’s a good surprise.”

  Karrie takes off her own jacket and places it on the stool next to Allison. “Let’s get down to business,” she says, and we all sit down to go over the plans. It takes two bottles of Prosecco and the coffees turning cold before the doorbell rings again, and this time I open the door and a large bouquet greets me.

  “Denise Horton,” the man asks me, and I just nod my head when he hands me the crystal vase filled with yellow flowers—from roses to daisies to orchids.

  “What in the world?” I say out loud, grabbing the red card that is sticking out of the middle. I set the flowers down on the big island and open the flap of the envelope to pull it out, and the message makes me smile.

  Jack said he wanted to send you a ray of sunshine. I have no idea what that means, but I figured it would be yellow. Thank you for everything.

  Zack.

  I look back down at the flowers and see that there is even lemon in the water. “Who is it from?” I look up at their eyes as Vivienne just smirks.

  “Jack,” I tell them.

  “Really?” Vivienne says. “A five-year-old has a credit card and called a florist and bought you flowers?”

  I roll my eyes at her as the other two laugh. “Okay, Zack sent them, but they are from Jack,” I say, the envelope still in my hand.

  “Aren’t you guys leaving?” I ask them. “Don’t you have to go pick up kids or take my niece out of her father’s arms?” I look at them.

  “It’s a day off,” Allison says, “so we can stay as long as we want.”

  “Whatever,” I say, grabbing my phone and walking to the back bedroom to dial Zack. He answers on the second ring.

  “May I speak to Jack please?” I ask with a smile on my face, just from hearing his voice.

  “Sure,” he says, and I can tell he’s smiling. “Jack, phone for you,” he says, and I hear him in the background. “Is it Grandma?”

  “Hello?” he says into the phone.

  “Well hello, Jack, it’s Dr. Denise,” I tell him, and I hear him turn to Zack.

  “Daddy, it’s Dr. Denise,” he tells him and then comes back to the phone. “My grandma is coming over to take care of me,” he tells me.

  “Is she?” I say to him. “I can tell you’re excited.”

  “I’m going to show her how to play mini sticks,” he says, and I have to laugh a little.

  “Well, I’m calling to say thank you for the flowers.” He must turn to Zack again.

  “Daddy, she got the flowers,” he says and then comes back. “Are they pretty?”

  “They are the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen,” I tell him, and he tells Zack exactly what I said.

  “Are you coming over for dinner? Daddy is cooking, and he ate one of my spaghettis,” he says, and I laugh when I hear Zack ask for the phone. “Okay, bye, Dr. Denise.”

  “Hey,” he says, his voice coming in soft. “Don’t feel pressure about coming for dinner. I know it’s your day off.”

  “I wasn’t pressured at all. It’s not every day you get flowers from a boy who is smitten with you,” I say, smiling as I sit down.

  “He’s smitten, all right,” he says. “I don’t know if my cooking is as good as yours is, but we are having chicken parm.”

  “It’s my favorite,” I say, and I’m actually not lying. It really is.

  “Well then, we would love to have you,” he says.

  “Great. I have the girls over, and we are going over the casino night plans. So as soon as they leave, I’ll come over. Can I bring anything?” I ask him.

  “Just you, Denise,” he says, and it’s almost the rarest time that he hasn’t said doctor in front of my name.

  “See you soon,” I say and hang up and then sit on the bed, thinking for a second. I get up, going to the kitchen again, and see the girls putting their things away. “Where are you guys going?” I ask them, and they all turn around at look at me.

  “Well, you were having phone sex, so we didn’t want to disturb you,” Vivienne says.

  “I wasn’t having phone sex. I was thanking Jack for the flowers,” I tell her, and she just shoos me off, putting the glasses in the sink.

  “Karrie is waiting for me in the car,” Vivienne says, coming to me and giving me a kiss. “Have fun.” She winks at me. “The walls aren’t that soundproof.” I shake my head, wondering if everyone heard me.

  I watch her leave and then turn to look at Allison. “I’ve never seen you like this,” she says, and I just look at her.

  “Like how?”

  “Happy,” she says. “I’ve seen you smile a lot, seen you celebrate holidays with us, but there was always that little spark missing. It’s there now.”

  “You’re being silly,” I tell her, looking down.

  “Be happy,” she says. “If there is anyone who deserves to find happiness, it’s you. Don’t fight it, embrace it.”

  “What if I can’t save Jack, and then he hates me for it?” I say as tears streak down my face.

  “But what if you save him?” She looks at me. “What if you save him, and you allow yourself to have something you’ve never dreamed of before? You get to love a little boy with everything you have while holding his father’s hand?” she says and comes to me, taking me in her arms. “Let it in.”

  I don’t say anything else to her. I watch her walk out the door, and then I sit down at the island and look at my flowers. “He has to be okay,” I say out loud to the universe. “There is no other option. Not this time.”

  I get up and then walk back to my bedroom and dress. I do it with a smile, knowing soon I’ll be sitting at the table with not only with a man who makes my heart flutter, but with a boy who has also captured it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Zack

  Walking into the rink Friday morning, I do it with a little bounce in my step. I can’t remember the last time I was able to come to work with hope, and I have to say it feels like I just won the fucking lottery.

  Mom got in early this morning, and Jack has been all over her; the two of them thicker than thieves. He had so many stories for her; I was sad that I had to leave, but I knew there is no one better to care for him than my mom. I left while he was telling my father, on FaceTime, his funny story about sneezing sauce all over Denise.

  I walk into the locker room, throwing my bag down in front of me and saying hello to everyone. Half the team is already here. We have a practice skate this afternoon, and then we leave to go to Philly for the game tomorrow and come back Saturday night.

  I take off my suit jacket, hanging it up, and start to put on my practice uniform when the rest of the guys trickle in. “Coming in, so hide all weapons,” Olivier says, and most of the guys laugh, but the rookies all grab something to put over their crotch. I shake my head and laugh.

  He walks into the room weari
ng a gray suit with a blue shirt and tie. The guy is buff; he’s bigger than most of the guys who are in the room. “Oh, good, you’re all decent.” He smiles and then stands in front of us as we all look at him. “I come with big news.”

  The little chattering that is going on stops automatically. “The Max Horton Foundation has decided to do a casino night for their annual fundraiser.” Everyone looks over at Max. It’s his foundation that Allison started when they first got together, and it is now one of the biggest ones in the hockey community.

  “It’s going to be a black-tie event, so if I see any of you in jeans, I will be leaking that you have small equipment and it matches the rest of you,” he says, and the guys all laugh at him. “You will be asked to volunteer an hour or two during the event; just remember it’s for the children when you’re flipping cards over or spinning the ball on the roulette table.”

  “Can we bring a date?” one of the rookies, Joe, asks, and Olivier just nods. “Max, think Denise will go with me?” he says, and my head whips around, and I glare at him. He just laughs and looks down. I look over and see that Matthew was watching me, and he now has a smirk on his face.

  I don’t bother chatting; instead, I finish getting dressed while Olivier answers questions about the casino night. I grab my helmet, then walk to the ice. I’m the first one on, so I skate around, getting my sharpened skates just the way I like them.

  The practice is full throttle with Coach riding our asses hard. I get off the ice, heaving with sweat dripping down my face. “Bus leaves in one hour, boys!” Olivier shouts into the room. Everyone is on the bus before the hour, and we take off earlier than expected.

  The plane ride is about fifty minutes. I grab my bag when I walk off the plane and head to the team bus. Chatting is at a low; Matthew sits next to me on the bus, and Max comes in after him, sitting across from me. “Want to hit up the steak place near the hotel?” Matthew says to me, and I look over at him.

  “Yeah, that sounds good,” I say to him, and then Max butts in.

  “That works for me too.”

  “No one asked you,” Matthew says, and I know he’s joking because he smirks.

  “He’s just throwing a hissy fit because we are tied at first place for points, and he knows I’ve been going easy to make him feel better about himself.” Max smiles proudly at him.

  “Fuck you,” Matthew says. “You’re lucky I love my niece and nephew.”

  Max throws his head back and laughs while Phil comes in and sits next to Max. “What are you two arguing about now?”

  “Matthew’s pissed he’s getting old and can’t score,” Max says, and then Phil just shakes his head, laughing to himself.

  “Aren’t you two almost the same age?” Phil asks him, and Max smiles at him.

  “He’s six months older.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Older,” he emphasizes.

  “These two are like the honeymooners. You never know who is going to send who to the moon,” Phil says, adjusting his tie as the bus takes off and heads toward the hotel. Check-in is a breeze, and I grab a key from Olivier. “Meet in twenty minutes,” Max says, going toward the elevator and getting in. “Gotta FaceTime my girls,” he says, and the doors close while he smiles.

  “He’s going to have face sex with my sister. Gross,” Matthew says, walking to the elevator with me.

  “I don’t even know what that means,” I tell him, “nor do I want to know.”

  We get off on the same floor because his room is right next to mine. “Knock when you’re ready to go down,” I tell him, swiping my key card. Dumping my bag on the floor, I take my phone out and FaceTime my mother.

  She answers on the first ring, and it looks like she’s in the kitchen. I look over and see it’s almost five.

  “Hello,” she says, “you got in safe?”

  “I did,” I tell her. “Are you preparing dinner?”

  “I am,” she says and turns the phone around to make me see she is making a pasta sauce. “My boy wants spaghetti.” She smiles. “Little does he knows I’m making squash spaghetti.” She laughs.

  “Where is he?” I ask, noticing he isn’t jumping for the phone.

  “He’s playing mini stickswith a friend,” she says, and my eyebrows pinch together.

  “What friend?”

  “Let me show you,” she says, and I see her walk down the hall to where he is playing mini stick. She doesn’t have to go much farther before I hear a familiar laugh.

  “That was a good shot.” I hear Denise’s voice, and my mother turns the camera around, and I take in the sight.

  Denise stands in the middle of the hallway, dressed in jeans and a thick Stingers sweater shirt with Horton on the back, and her hair tied on the top of her head. She’s refereeing the game between Jack and Michael. “Say hi to Dad,” my mother says, and all eyes come to me.

  Jack yells, “Hi, Dad,” while Michael just waves.

  “Who’s winning?” I ask them.

  “It’s a tie,” Denise says, laughing. “Jack just tied it up.”

  My mother turns the phone around and then turns to walk back into the kitchen where she starts whispering.

  “He asked to borrow my phone to call his friend this afternoon after you left. I thought he was playing pretend. Instead, he called Dr. Denise.”

  I laugh. “He asked her for her number last night at dinner, but I never thought he would call it.” I smile, thinking of my boy. He is slowly coming out of his shell. It’s almost as if New York has been his home forever.

  “I was in shock when he passed me the phone, and she was on the other line. She is lovely,” my mother says, looking at me. “I’ve never seen him so taken with a woman before.”

  “She’s his doctor,” I tell her. “The best there is.”

  “It’s more than that,” my mother says. “If she sits down, he sits on her lap, the whole time twirling her hair in his fingers.”

  “I know,” I say, smiling as I think of his habit.

  She dabs her eyes as if tears are going to come out. “I have a good feeling.”

  “So do I, Mom,” I say, though I’m not sure if we are talking about the same feeling.

  The knock on the door has me turning my head. “Okay, Mom, I have to go. I’ll call you guys when I get back from dinner.”

  “Okay, love,” she says. “Speak to you soon.”

  I hang up the phone and walk to the door, opening it and meeting Matthew in the hallway, who is on his phone typing. “I’m pretty sure my sisters are going to give my father an aneurysm,” he says, looking up. “I have twin sisters who are twenty-one and ...” he says, shaking his head.

  “My sister just sent out this tweet,” he says, handing me the phone so I can see.

  Zara Stone @ZaraStone

  When your ex-boyfriend gets engaged, you ask his idol @EvanRichards to be your date to crash his wedding. What do I say? Wanna be my date?

  #myexhasapencildick

  I laugh out loud, and then I gasp. “Holy shit, he answered her.” He grabs the phone from me, no doubt reading what I just read.

  Sounds like a plan. DM me.

  “What the fuck does DM me mean?” He looks at me. “Is that sex talk?”

  I laugh when the elevator arrives and opens, and Max is there. “Did you see what your sister-in-law just did?” he asks him, and Max just shakes his head.

  “Which one?”

  “Zara,” I tell him, and Matthew turns his phone to him, so he can see.

  “You need to call Evan and lay the smackdown,” Max says, “and what the fuck is a DM?”

  “I’m googling this shit right now,” Matthew says, and Anthony, one of the rookies, steps in with him in workout gear and a pre-workout shake.

  “DM means direct message.” He turns to Matthew and Max. “See that little box up in the corner that looks like a mailbox? You press that to direct message her.” He looks at them. “You have 3478 direct messages.”

  “Who the fuck is sending me these messages?” He look
s at us, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.

  We walk out of the elevator while Matthew gets on his phone, calling his father. “Are we waiting for Phil?” I ask. Max just nods his head, and Phil joins us a second later.

  “Dude, did you see the tweet from Zara?” Phil laughs, slapping Max on the shoulder. “I bet you it’s on SportsCenter by the end of the night.”

  Max shakes his head, and we walk outside where Matthew groans and hangs up his phone. “What did your father say?” Max asks him.

  “I couldn’t understand with the groaning and then my mother laughing in the background. It didn’t help that Zara was calling the ex a pencil dick.”

  We walk around the corner, getting a table right away. We sit down, and they throw their phones on the table. I open the menu, and we place our orders.

  “Michael is at your house?” Max turns and looks at me.

  “Yeah,” I answer. “My mom just told me when I FaceTimed her.”

  “He’s a good kid,” Max says and then gets up. “I need to wash my hands.” Phil gets up and goes with him.

  “So,” Matthew says, looking at me from across the table as I pick up my water and take a sip. “How long you think it’s going to take him to realize that you’re falling for his sister?”

  I choke on the swallow and cough. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the fact that you couldn’t stop looking at her when you were at my house. I’m talking about the fact that she’s at your house with your son while you’re away. I’m talking about you glaring at the kid when he joked about taking her as his date.”

  “She is Jack’s doctor.”

  “She’s also a beautiful, smart, and successful woman.”

  My eyes close a bit, and I try not to glare at him. “Aren’t you married?”