Chapter 15

A/N: Well, I hope we are all happy now that Patty and Emmy are officially together... but don't worry... we still have some twists and turns before we get to our ending... hope you keep reading and enjoying!! Thanks for the supportive comments!!


End of February 2009

“The Buffalo Sabres will have to do without their star goalie and try to make it into the play-offs…Ryan Miller has suffered a sprained ankle and had to be helped off the ice tonight at the HSBC Center during the game against the NY Rangers…”

My heart sank when I watched the training staff help Ryan off the ice.  I felt terrible, even though it wasn’t my fault.  I could only think about the fact that this added insult to injury.

That night, when I crawled into bed with Patrick, I asked, “Do you think he’s okay?”

“He told me to tell you that he is going to be fine and that you better not worry about him.  However, he did say that he would take some of your hot chocolate if you get time to stop by.”  Some tension released in my shoulders and I just smiled as Patty smiled back at me. 

I had moved my stuff out of Ryan’s place while they were on their road trip and moved in with Patrick, simply because I really didn’t have anywhere else to go.  I had sold my grandma’s house after my dad passed away.  Also, Patrick insisted that I move in with him because he said it was stupid for me to piss my money away on rent when I’d be over at his place most of the time anyway.  So maybe the boy wasn’t all that stupid.

This new side of our relationship blossomed over night, now that it was given room to grow.  At first we had a little bit of a problem of finding a happy medium between fucking like rabbits and actually acting like a normal couple.  We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other, like we had to make up for the years we had missed out on.

Flashback to a week after Emma and Patty had been living together–

I was pulling clothing out of the dryer when I found a very holy pair of boxer briefs.  “Seriously Patty?!” I yelled as I held them up to the light, looking through them at several different spots.

“What?” he came bounding into the laundry room, naked.

“Why would you keep wearing these things…?” I started saying but as I looked over at him my thoughts were quickly changed.  “Jesus!  Where the hell are your clothes?!”

He looked down at himself, like he forgot that he was naked and looked back up at me and shrugged.  “Um, I always walk around my apartment naked…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.  Is there a problem with that?”

“No, not at all,” I answered as I felt myself blushing.

He took a few steps towards me as I stepped backwards, only to find myself backed into the dryer.  “It seems to me that you are uncomfortable seeing me naked while you are still clothed,” he said with a smirk.

“Nn-no,” I stuttered, as I felt the heat radiating off his skin.  My mouth began to water as I sneaked a peak over his naked body that was very close at the moment.

“I have a way to solve this problem…” he said with a raised eyebrow.

I leaned my arms back on the dryer, still trying to create more space between the two of us.  “Huh, what would that be?”

Next thing I knew he began grabbing at my shirt and pulling it over my head as I began to protest.  “Hey! Wait! What do you think you are doing?!” I squealed.

“Well, if you are naked too, then there should be nothing for you to feel uncomfortable about,” he said as he laughed at me still trying to stop him from stripping me down.

“You are the devil, Patrick Kaleta!”

He reached down and pushed down my pajama pants, finding I didn’t have any underwear on and making a snide remark about it.  “Ah, so I see you were more ready for this than you led on…”

I tried getting around him so that I could run away screaming, but instead he kneeled down in front of me, slamming my hips back against the washer and proceeded to run his tongue over my lower lips.  He had me at first lick and I found that I was glad to be leaning up against the washer; otherwise I would have fallen to the floor.  I left out a small moan which made him look up with a smile on his face.  “See, I knew you’d start thinking my way.”

“You still are the devil…” I began to say as another moan escaped from my mouth when he ran his tongue over me again, this time dipping farther and grazing my clit.

He nudged my legs apart, without much resistance and stroked my core with his tongue and fingers as his other hand held my hips against the washer.  It felt like he was spelling out the alphabet with his tongue, and knowing Patrick, I was probably correct in my thinking.  My moans were echoing in the laundry room as my fingers were threaded in his thick hair that had remnants of the hair gel he had in from the day.  The swirling motions of his tongue on my button and the pumping motion of his fingers had me soon seeing stars.  Patrick soon realized that he had effectively turned my body to jello.  I watched him through a haze as he stood up with a cocky smile and kissing me sweetly with his now swollen lips.  He scooped me into his arms to take me back to his bedroom so that he could take care of the hard-on he was now sporting.

“I was in the middle of laundry,” I mumbled, still in a post-orgasm state.

“And I’m in the middle of taking my girlfriend to bed with me so that I can fuck her senseless.  I’d say that my choice in activities is a lot more fun,” he said with a big smile as he dropped me onto the bed.

I couldn’t argue with him there.

October 2008

“Kasyk!” Charlie yelled as I was repelling down the side of the training building.

I stopped abruptly and looked down.  “Yeah, Charlie?”  I smiled to myself as he stood there with his hands on his hips, looking like the scolding parent.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Yup, he’s going to scold me. “I’m practicing my repelling for my ropes and rescue class.  Is there a problem?”

“Yeah…just get down here so I don’t get a fuckin’ crick in my neck,” he grumbled loudly.

I finished bouncing smoothly down the building and bounced to the ground on my feet, landing right next to Charlie.  Wagner came over and began helping me unhook my harness as Charlie started yapping again.  “So, I just got a phone call from the Chief about you.”

I stopped messing with my harness as Wagner took in a sharp breath of air.  “What did I do wrong?”

A silly smile came across Charlie’s face as he asked, “Why does it have to be something bad?”

I pondered that thought for a moment and said, “I guess you are right.  So then what’s up?”

“Well, since Barry retired, we have an opening for the Lieutenant position…” he paused, probably to watch my reaction.  He definitely got a show because my eyes felt like they were going to bug out of my head and my hands started shaking as I held the ropes in my hand.  Wagner grabbed my hand and squeezed it as Charlie went on, “So, I am supposed to ask you if you will accept the position.  It will be $5000 more a year but you will have a little more paper work to do.  They are very impressed with your leadership roles you have taken on in the station and you willingness to become such a well rounded firefighter.  Of course I made sure to take all the credit for those things, but…”

I didn’t let him go on any further as I jumped up on him in a hug and laid a big kiss on his cheek as I squeaked.

“Jesus Emma! I’m an old man!  You are gonna give me a fucking heart attack if you do that shit!” he yelled at me as he laughed when I jumped back down to the ground, only to jump up onto Wagner who was more than willing to cup my ass as I wrapped my legs around him.  “So I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Charlie yelled as Wagner was bouncing me around while we celebrated.

“Hell yes!” I yelled really loud, making my voice echo between the training buildings.

“Okay, I will let the Chief know.  You will get pinned with your bars next Monday, just in case you want to invite anyone besides the crew from the station.  They will most likely have some sort of luncheon because there are some other guys getting promoted along with you, plus they will prolly have the papers there to do a write up since you will be the first female officer in this history of the Buffalo Fire Dept.”

I stopped rejoicing when the last sentence came out of his mouth and I motioned for Wagner to put me down.  “No, I will not do anything for the papers.  I don’t care if I’m making history; you know that I refuse to make a big deal of the whole, ‘I’m a girl in a man’s world thing.’  They can take pictures, but I will not be doing an interview for it.”

“But, Emma, it’s a big honor for you being the first woman and all…” Wagner started to say, but quickly stopped when I gave him a sharp look.

I just looked at Charlie and again said, “Pictures fine but no to the interview. Okay?”

“Yup, not a problem,” Charlie said, sounding kind of disappointed that I wouldn’t want to do the interview but I knew he understood.

From day one I refused to be treated different because I was a woman.  They actually offered to water down my physical testing to make it easier for me.  I ended up telling the instructors to kiss my ass because if I was going to make it as a firefighter, I was going to do the same testing the men before me took. 

As soon as I got in the Escape I picked up my phone and called Patty.

“Hello?” he answered groggily.

“Get your ass outta bed.  It’s time for you to get up and get ready for the fucking game!”

“Shit! What time is it?” he asked, obviously freaked out.

I just started laughing because I knew he actually had another 10 minutes left in his nap, but I couldn’t help but interrupt it to tell him the news.

“Damnit Emma!  I still have 10 minutes until my alarm goes off!” he yelled angrily into the phone.  “This better be fucking good.”

“Oh it is!” I said as I tried to stop laughing.

“Well?” Patrick growled impatiently.

“You are invited to a banquet next Monday.  You, your parents, and of course Ryan and whoever else wants to come out…”

“A banquet for what?” he asked, obviously getting the hint that something really was important.

“I’mgettingpromotedtoLieutenant!!” I screeched into the phone

“Wait, what?! That was way too many words screeched too fast for someone that just awoke from their nap.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and slowed my words down to a snail pace as I repeated the sentence.

“HolyFuckingShitEmmy!” Patrick yelled into the phone.  “That’s fucking awesome!  I will most definitely be there to see you get pinned with your bars!  Wow! Fucking awesome!”

I began laughing at his excitement because I knew he was truly just as excited about this promo as I was.

Monday came and I walked into the banquet room in my Class A duds.  Of course the press was there to take pictures of me and my guests.  Over half of the Sabres showed up in support of me.  I was floored when I watched them all get out of their cars and walk over to me and the Kaleta’s.  Between being engaged to Ryan and best friends with Patrick I had befriended a large majority of them and their families.  Drew and his girlfriend Stacy were the first two to give me a hug and kiss, along with flowers.

“I know this isn’t very manly, but you are a girl and what girl doesn’t like getting flowers?” Stacy said as she hugged me tightly. 

Drew had started dating her over the summer break and I was instantly fond of her after we met.  She was a preschool teacher here in Buffalo and was very down to earth.  She was perfect for Drew and I was glad he finally found someone who made him happy.

“Correct you are!  Every girl does like getting flower’s,” I said with a big smile as Ryan wrapped his arm possessively around my waist pulling me close to his side again.  He was just as excited about my promotion as Patrick and me and had no problem bragging me up to everyone around the locker room and his family.

Soon I found myself shaking hands with the Mayor and the Chief of the Buffalo Fire Department, receiving my bars and becoming the first woman officer of the department.

Of course the headlines read the next morning, Kasyk Family Tradition Carried On: Emma Kasyk becomes first female officer of the city fire department.  Not surprisingly there were numerous words from the guys on my platoon, but the quote that stood out the most was from Patrick.

“Buffalo Sabre and hometown hero in his own way, Patrick Kaleta, is Lieutentant Kasyk’s best friend.  When we asked him to describe Emma in a nutshell he said, ‘She is a person who never got the recognition she deserved from her father.  Instead, through her passion of wanting to prove herself to him, she has established herself a worthy candidate for being labeled a true hometown hero. She is a testament to others demonstrating through hard work and determination, you really can be the best and make a difference.  Emma would be the last person to ask for recognition in this job, I believe that she is 100% here for the better of the community.’”

End of April/Beginning of May 2009

We were officially done our season.  It definitely sucked not making the play-offs, especially when there were times that we had been so brilliant throughout the season.  Of course I was a little down and out about the whole ordeal, but the other part of me was excited for summer break because I finally had someone that I loved to share it with me.

Emma’s schedule was pretty easy to work around since she only worked 4 days and then had 4 days off.  We were able to escape to the lake house often to spend time at one of our favorite places.  It was like the summers we shared when we were kids, except better because I could kiss her whenever I wanted to and make her cry out my name whenever I got the chance.

Of course it was a little awkward when Monica’s parents were vacationing up at their house, but Emma just stuck her tongue out and flicked them the bird as we sped past on the Jet Ski.

“That was real grown up,” I yelled back to her, over the roar of the engine.

“Since when have you known me to act like an adult?” she yelled back as she wrapped her arms around me and squeezing.

“You have a point there,” I answered back, shaking my head with a smile.

That night we were sitting by the small camp fire I had built to keep the dampness away.  We were toasting marshmallows and making a gooey mess when I spoke up.

“So, did you get off work for the end of May, like I asked you to?”

She was sucking the sticky marshmallow off her fingers and made a popping sound right before she answered me, causing her to giggle at herself.  I just smiled.  “Um, yeah, Charlie gave me the two weeks off…I hope you realize that I don’t have an unending amount of vacation like you do, so I expect you have bigger plans than just coming here.”

“You wouldn’t want to spend two whole weeks here?” I asked coyly.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind, but it’s nice to just come here for the 4 days and go home for work.  I would just like to do something different,” she answered honestly.  “So when are you going to tell me where we are going?”

I just slowly shook my head back and forth as I pretended to zip my lip and throw away the key.  “I’m not telling you.”

“But how am I supposed to know what to pack?!”

“I will pack for you.”

“Ugh! No! You won’t pack any clothing for me!”

I started laughing because actually it was a really good idea.  “I promise to pack you clothing.  I don’t need others seeing my prized treasure,” I said as I leaned over and poked at her belly, getting the squeak I was hoping to hear.

She just rolled her eyes and popped another marshmallow into her mouth.

A month later…

“We’re going to Newark, NJ?!  Is this your idea of a two week vacation?” she asked with a joking smile as we stood in the airport terminal.

“Yup.  I told you we were going somewhere different.”

“Even though Jersey is a part of the country people try to stay clear of, it still is apart of the States.”

“HarHarHar,” I said in a mocking tone.  “You will find out soon enough, Emmy,” I said as I grabbed her hand to pull her onto the plane with me.  I couldn’t hide the grin that had taken over my face.