2// Windy City Welcome(s)

*Kat's POV*

"WHY DO WE OWN SO MUCH SHIT," Kristen shouted as we tried to bring in our couch.

"WATCH YOURSELF IN FRONT OF MY CHILD," I shouted back at her, my muscles screaming in agony.

"Hales, what did I tell you," Kristen said to her, more calmly.

"Do as I do, not as I say," Haley told her as she watched from the stair case with her 'Aunt' Jamila.

"Come on, we gotta get this in," I gritted through my teeth.

Derick was busy at a meeting with the Blackhawks management along with Brad Richards, the guy he was traded with from New York, so Kristen and I had to manage getting the rest of the furniture in.

"Okay, a little to the left," she directed.

"All right," I said.

"Okay...One."

"Two."

"Three."

Simultaneously, we dropped the couch onto the ground, then we both flopped down onto it. We heard someone sucking their lips, then Jamila appeared in front of us with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"What a shame," she said, "two women in their early to mid twenties, and they're so out of shape, they can't even bring in household furniture without getting all out of breath...such a shame."

"Jammy, say whatever you want but I'm not paying you to be my personal trainer," I told her.

"You should, I'm amazing," she said matter-of-factly.

Simply put, Jammy is my best non-biological friend. We met during University in New York; she majored in Kinesiology and I majored in Communications, but we had a job together at the same bookstore on campus and clicked instantly. Better than that: she loved Haley. She was only a year old at the time, and we were still living with Derick and Kristen, but Jamila took every chance she got to help out with Haley, and now Haley's practically in love with her; I'm not positive she knows that she isn't really her aunt.


"I don't even have time to go to the gym," I told her. "I got the little one in school and then I got job hunting so I don't become a complete freeloader."

"Hearing excuses just makes me want to punch people," Jammy told me.

"Hit me and my husband will kill you," Kristen told her; Jammy just rolled her eyes and took a seat in between us, as Haley came running over.

"Are we done yet?" she asked.

"What do you mean 'we'?" I asked her, "you and Aunt Jammy just sat there the whole time watching Aunt Krissie and I do this all by ourselves!"

"Uncle Derick said I'm too precious to do manual labor," she told me. My head turned toward Kristen, giving her a stern, irritated look. She just giggled.

"How can you make that sweet angel do such hard stuff?" she said, pointing to Hales. I turned back to her and saw her smiling big, her baby teeth still showing; she still hasn't lost her first tooth yet. I sighed.

"Come here, you adorable, lazy goofball," I told her, and she came running over and landed into my lap, my arms snuggling around her.

Then, the door opened and Derick appeared with a smile on his face.

"Who's the greatest brother in law in the world?"

"Bill Gates," Jammy answered, "dude's swimming in money, you know he's helping the whole family out."

"I just landed you a job interview," Derick told me, completely ignoring Jammy, she just rolled her eyes.

"Where at?" I asked him.

"With the Blackhawks," he told me. "They need someone new in Public Relations to help with coming up with new ways to get the Fans involved along with attracting new fans. Basically, all you have to do is make the organization look good, regardless of how we're playing."

"I don't know," I told him, "I'm happy you found it, but a sports team...they have such busy schedules, and they're away a lot, I can't leave the munchkin alone."

"First off, she's never alone; Kristen and I our always here," he corrected me. "And second, the job doesn't require traveling outside of Chicago. You'll get an office at HQ and access around the United Center, and you won't be required to go to away games as well, everything can be done here from Chicago. Plus, they're flexible on whether or not you work from home or in the office."

"Wow, that sounds really great," I told him.

"You're incredibly creative, and you'd be perfect for this job," he told me, "PLEASE, go take the interview."

"Fine, as long as it doesn't interfere with watching Haley, I'm up for it," I told him. "At least I finally found something to do with my damn degree."

"Oh, so I have to watch my language but you don't?" Kristen asked me, her head perking up at me.

"I mean, basically," I told her, then a smirk.

"I'm used to mommy swearing by now," Haley said, making everyone in the room laugh.

***

*Patrick's POV*

"Look away, look away," Leslie said, her hands covering my eyes.

"Oh come on, I don't care about Jennifer Aniston stripping, you know you're the only girl I want to see taking her clothes off," I told her, both of us laughing.

I just got back to Chicago after a month in Buffalo with my family and Leslie, the love of my life. We still have about a month until training camp and the preseason, but the team is starting work-outs again in about two weeks so Leslie and I made the trip back earlier this morning. I took her out for dinner earlier, and now we're settling back in at my condo watching We're The Millers. We've been dating for almost three years now, but we still live seprately; commitment and stability is important to her, so she doesn't make any big decisions until she's 100% positive of her outcome.

"This movie is so fucked up," I said, shaking his head. "I mean, this dude creates a fake family of a stripper wife and two fucked up kids just to smuggle drugs? Like dude....prioritize, man."

"Yeah..." Leslie said. She was snuggled against my chest, my arm around her keeping her close. We stayed quiet for the rest of the movie, until we got to the end when they basically become their own little family. "So.." she trailed off; I knew wherever she was going with this, it wasn't good. "What about you?"

"What about me what?"

"What do you want out of your life, other than hockey?" she asked. I was silent, as I was confused which she understood so she elaborated. "I mean, David and Rose were completely the opposite of the family type of people, but by the end of the movie, they practically wanted to stick as a family with those two kids. I don't, like, where do you stand on this whole family situation?"

I sighed; we had gotten into this conversation before: yes, we both want kids, but we both came up with different ways of being raised and different experiences, and that was where we differed. I wasn't in the mood to argue about something way ahead of us, so I just thought of the plainest, most neutral answer ever.

"I want kids, I can't picture life without getting to be a dad," I told her. The answer was good, as she sat up and smiled at me.

"You would be such a good father," she told me, then I smiled.

"Yeah, I really want a little girl."

"Why a girl? You grew up with three sisters, I would of figured you'd want to aim for boys. Besides, boys can do Hockey, and that's your specialty."

"Girls can do hockey, too," I quickly corrected her, she just rolled her eyes, "but I don't know. Everyone assumes I'm dying for a boy, and yeah, I would love to have a son, but I'm just so used to girls. Besides, Sharpy and Hos have little girls that are around a lot, and they're just the most precious things I've seen...I just really want a daughter."

"You're one interesting man, Patrick Kane," she told me.

"Yeah...I am."

***

*Kat's POV*

"I can't believe your new apartment has its own playground," I said to Jamila, as we sat on a bench watching Haley enjoy the swing set.

"Is this enough to get more time with Haley?" she asked me, with a smile.

"I mean, it's a step up from your rathole in New York," I said, shivering at the thought of it.

"Ew, don't remind me," she said, with a disgusted facial expression.

For a while, we sat in silence as we watched Haley transition from the swings to a small rockclimbing station so she could get up and use the slides. Then, I could see Jamila turn her focus on me from my peripheral vision.

"So, do you think there's a reason we're here in Chicago now?"

"Other than Derick being traded to the Blackhawks and him and my sister being the reason my child and I have a roof over our heads? Not really."

"What about Haley's dad, though?"

I sighed loudly, my hands coming up to my face to rub my eyes before I focused back on her. "Haley mentioned the same thing our first night in Chicago. I don't get it, why the sudden interest in him all of a sudden?"

"Okay, if you think there's a day that goes by where Haley's dad doesn't cross her mind at least once, you're extremely wrong," Jammy told me. "And two, ever since I met you you've talked to me about how you believe in fate; how everything happens for a reason. I don't know, you said Haley was concieved at the wedding back in Columbus, and that's not too far away from Chicago...you just gotta think that maybe there's a deeper meaning to you ending up here other than Derick's job."

I stared at Haley, she was climbing up a slide right now; I've told her a million times not to do it, but I'm not in the mood to yell at her now or anything. "No one ever really believes I'm her mom," I confessed.

"They think she's your sister because of your age, right?"

"Not that," I said. "We just look so different..."

"What are you talking about?" Jammy said. "That girl is practically a mini-Kat in training; I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing," she said with a giggle, but I didn't. Then she sighed before continuing. "She has that same independent attitude as you, the playfulness you give off in conversations, and that child is so fucking creative. Remember that time she drew on the living room walls in New York? She didn't just draw some fucked up four year old shit; she started drawing animals that we saw at the zoo the day before, and they actually didn't suck, and she had names for them all and was explaining to us what they were doing and why she drew them exactly where she drew them on the wall."

I smiled, thinking about that; she drew an elephant close to the coffee table near the couch, because whenever we would have movie nights, that was where would put the drinks and she wanted the elephants to have something to drink out of.

"Besides, she's got your nose, and those insane facial expressions you make whenever you feel strongly about something, whether it be anger, boredom or happiness; you can easily tell that's your kid," she reassured me.

"She's a pale white girl with blonde hair," I told her, "Not a chance she got that from me."

"Do you really think your 'white-as-a-toilet-seat' dad was happy when Kristen and you popped out with your moms italian tan complexion? Or how about when you had her brown eyes and not his hazel?" Jammy asked me. "Genetics is such a weird thing...but regardless of how they end up, that doesn't effect the fact she's your child, no matter what."

I sighed again. "The only thing I would ever wanna change about the night she was concieved was the fact I was hella drunk."

"And underage...tsk tsk," Jammy said, shaking her head, then giggling.

"My parents still don't know that part," I laughed. "I'd rather have them thinking I was a natural slut than an underage drunken slut."

"Don't worry, it'll be our little secret," she said, and I smiled at her thankful.

"So, how did the interview go?" she said, getting onto the topic we finally met for.

I just smiled, and looked at her. "I got the job."

"Seriously!?" she smiled, quickly leaning in to hug me. "That's great! Now you finally won't be a complete freeloader!"

"I know! This is so exciting!" I said. "I start next week, literally right after I drop Haley off for her first day; they're starting to get ready for training camp and the regular season, so I'm just gonna help with promotional stuff for the upcoming season and stuff to do with season ticketholders...all that fun stuff."

"You and Derick should hook me up with a hockey player," Jammy told me. "Back in high school when I started getting into fitness, I was a manager for the Boys Floor Hockey team, basically I just dealt with equiptement and stats...but lemme tell you, those hockey boys..." she trailed off into a smirk and I laughed.

"Speaking of that, how's your job hunt?"

"The local YMCA just hired me!" she smiled, and we pulled into a hug again. "Yeah, I'm teaching zumba classes on weekends and then the rest of the week personal training; I just have to find clients now."

"Well that should be easy, with all the food joints around here," I told her.

"I know, all this junk food makes me sick," Jammy said with a sick face.

I laughed, as Haley came running over.

"Hey mommy," she said, running over to sit on my lap and hug me.

"What's up, princess?" I asked her as I hugged her back.

"Aunt Jammy told me we could go get ice cream once I was done playing," she said. I gave a hard look at Jammy, who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Junk food makes you sick, does it?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"Ben & Jerry's is the one exception to that," she told me. I shook me head, hiding a laugh.

"Do you have chocolate!?" Haley asked her eagerly.

"Trust me, I have every flavor you can think of," Jamila said; back in New York, she would occassionally go to her clients houses to help rid them of junk food, always saving the ice cream for us and her.

"I can't wait!" Haley said, a smile taking over her face.

"Why does everyone want to spoil my child," I shook my head, as the three of us got up and began the walk back to her apartment.

"Haley loves it, don't you?" Jammy asked her; Haley just nodded her head furiously.

I shook mine, a smile on my face; this was never how I intended my life to be the past couple of years, especially at the age of 24, but I've grown to love every second of it, from my best friend, my amazing sister and brother-in-law, and of course, my amazing little six year old. Sometimes I wonder how different it would be had her dad been in the picture, but I tend to put them aside quickly. I much enjoy having her to myself.

1 // Going Places

"WOW, LOOK AT HOW MUCH ROOM THERE IS!" Haley shouted as she ran into the empty house and spun around in circles.

"Carefully, little miss," her mom, Kat, told her as she walked in, followed by her older sister, Kristen, and her brother in law, Derick Brassard.

"Yeah, we should get the beds in later tonight in time for bed, for until then, it's just us," Derick told them.

"I wanna go upstairs and see my room!" Haley shouted, quickly running to the stairs and sprinting up.

"Be careful!" her mom shouted after her, then sighed. "Not like she's listening..."

"So," Kristen began, as she and Derick began heading toward their empty kitchen, "have you signed her up for school here yet?"

"Considering we just got here, no," I told her, "but, I have been emailing with the Principal and I can go in and register her on Monday and she'll be ready in time for the first day."

"Would it be easier if we went in and did it for you?" Derick asked. "My first team practice isn't until September, my schedule's free."

"Yeah, if you need time to go out and find a job or something, just let us know, we'd be happy to take Hales out," Kristen agreed.

Kat let out a sigh, then rested her forearms on top of the counter top outside the kitchen area and leaned against it. "You guys are doing too much for us. I mean, we lived with you back in New York and now you dragged us here to live with you in Chicago...you guys are the most supportive Aunt and Uncle alive, you're doing too much for us."

"We just wanna make sure you and our niece are okay," Kristen told her.

"And we're not having another 2012," Derick spoke up, sternly.

His comment left the room still, tension evident. Kristen bit her lip, and Kat let out a heavy sigh.

"Trust me, in the line of people who don't want another 2012, I'm right up there with Hales," she told him. "But don't worry, I can register her in the morning and go job hunting afterwards."

"Yeah but-"

"MY ROOM IS PINK! MY ROOM IS PINK!" Haley came running downstairs. "Mommy! Someone made my room pink!" she said as she ran towards me.

I gave a look towards Derick. "Gee, wonder who could have done that?" He gave an innocent smile in return.

"Maybe this magic princess came and did it because she heard Uncle Derick was gonna play hockey in Chicago now and that he was bringing me with him!" she thought out loud.

I looked back over at Derick and Kristen, trying not to laugh out loud, they were doing the same. We each shared the same expression of 'Wow, the imagination this child has'. "I mean, yeah, maybe Uncle Derick pulled some strings and got that done for you."

"Thanks for being famous, Uncle Derick!" she told him, this time, I laughed along with Kristen.

Derick just smiled, "No problem, kiddo."

"SO," Kristen said, heading into the empty living room near Haley, "how about Hales and I take a park trip across town, and the two of you can wait here for delivery guys for beds?"

"Sounds good to me," Derick said.

I nodded in agreement, "Just keep an eye on her this time, please."

"Oh my goodness, I lost her in the park back in 2008 when she was like, three months old and I found her ten minutes later. It's 2014, let it go!" she angrily told me, as I laughed. I had no doubt she censored her word choice due to Haley's presence.

"See you two beautiful ladies later," Derick said, blowing kisses to both of them. Haley jumped up and tried to catch her kiss, then when she did, she put it up against her cheek and smiled, before grabbing Kristen's hand and heading to the local park.

"You two really picked a great house," I told him, "I mean, it's close to the school Haley will go to, it has a park, good take out food and a Starbucks, it's amazing."

"And it's only like, twenty minutes away from the United Center, so that's a plus, too," Derick said, as we both took a seat down in the middle of the empty living room. "So, have you ever thought about how different 2012 could have been if Haley's dad was in the picture."

I love Derick, but he has some fascination about always wondering what could have made 2012 better for us; what if we did this differently? What if we never did this? What if we did this AND THEN that? The big thing that he wondered about mostly was what could have happened if Haley's dad was involved. Lately, he's lowkey been bringing him up; Ever thought about Hales dad? Remember when Haley was first born and I was the only guy in the hospital room, where was her dad? This was the first time he was rather upfront about this, though.

I let out a sigh, and looked at him. "I have no idea, since I have no idea who her dad is."

"I know you were drunk, but there's gotta be something you remember about that night," he said, hoping to trigger my memory.

"All I remember is that it happened in Columbus after your wedding, he has blonde hair- since Haley has blonde hair- and I'm pretty sure his name rhymed with mine," I told him, but then my eyes widened. "OH! And he tried picking me up by saying he was gonna be in the NHL."

Derick bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh. "Yeah, great judgement there."

"Can I state once again that I was insanely drunk?" I defended, then giggling. "I don't know, I think if her dad is supposed to be in her life, then Fate has this funny way of always hitting you, so whatever the future holds is for the best, I guess."

"Well, until he comes or doesn't come, you know I'm here for the two of you," he assured me. I looked over and smiled at him.

"I have no idea how I got so lucky to have you as my brother in law," I told him.

"Yeah, you really don't deserve me, do you?"

"Shut up, dick head."

***

"Gimme a Bacon Cheeseburger with a side of fries, and just a water, please," Patrick told his Waiter at the Bar he was at for lunch. As he walked away, Patrick gave a look back across the booth to his cousin, James.

"So...thoughts?" he asked him. James cocked his head to the right, then sighed.

"I never thought I would see the day Patrick Kane would even consider getting married," James told him. "I mean, you know this is a life long thing, right? There's no expiration date, you're stuck together until one of you croaks."

"Well, I'm not the same Patrick I was a few years ago," Patrick reminded him. "I've changed, and Leslie's been a big part of that."

"I can't believe she still went out with your dumb ass even after you choked her the first time you met."

"Damn it, It was Cinco De Mayo and I was drunk and out of control, give me a break!"

"Dude, we're white as milk; Cinco De Mayo isn't for guys like us to celebrate."

Patrick sighed, running his left hand through his curly blonde locks. The Buffalo summer sun had taken its toll on Patrick, with his skin was now a soft tan color, something he knew would disappear upon returning back to Chicago in a few weeks. "The point is, ever since I met her, my life has been changing for the better. I don't want to have a future where she isn't right next to me, experiencing every good things that happens to me along with me. I wanna marry this girl."

James shook his head, then smiled. "You don't need to keep saying it, especially to me. The only one who needs to hear it is out getting her nails done with Jessica right now."

The waiter then appeared again with my water and James' beer. After telling him thanks, I went back to James. "I'm just madly in love with her, no one else but her- and hockey-, and I just everyone to know it. I love Leslie, and there's nothing that could change that, and I mean absolutely nothing."

***

"All right, bed time," Kat said, as she walked into Haley's bedroom, where the six year old was focused intently in her mini Ipad. 

"I'm not done yet," she told her, to which Kat responded by taking the Ipad away from her.

"Yes you are," she firmly told her. Haley started pouting, to which Kat just planted a kiss on her forehead. "Love you, Hales. Get some sleep, we'll get all the other furniture here tomorrow so you'll need all your energy."

"Aunt Jammy's coming to help, right?" she asked her mom, refering to her close friend.

"Her plane's coming in first thing in the morning," Kat told her.

"Yay!" Haley exclaimed, a big smile on her face, a sight so beautiful her mom couldn't help but smile.

"All right, get some sleep, kiddo. I love you."

As Kat began walking out of the room, Haley stopped her. "Mommy?" Kat turned around, and began walking back to the bed. "Does Daddy live here in Chicago, too?"

Kat bit her lower lip, caught off guard by the question. "What made you think about daddy right now, sweetie?"

"When Aunt Krissie took me to the park, I saw this girl my age with her daddy, so I asked her about my daddy, and she told me to ask you."

Fuck you, Kristen, was all Kat could manage to think in her head. She let out a sigh, and sat down at Haley's bedside. "Remember how I told you your daddy liked to play hide and seek?" she nodded. "Well,remember, he's really good at it. He could be here in Chicago, or he could be hiding somewhere else...we'll just have to keep trying to find him, okay?"

"Okay...I'm really good at hide and seek, too, I'm sure I can find him," Haley told her, in which she giggled at the response.

"I know you are, sweetie," Kat told her, then leaned in to kiss her forehead again, "Now, get some sleep, I'm serious, tomorrow's gonna be long and big."

"I will, I will," Haley whinned.

"I love you."

"Love you, too, Mommy."

As Kat left her room, she sighed and leaned up against a wall, closing her eyes tightly in thought. She was always aware of how hard it would be to be a single parent, and especially harder to explain why her dad wasn't in her life. Haley was only six, but it felt like every year, she thought of more and more questions about her dad, questions Kat only wished she had the answer to. She knew there had to be a day where she told Haley the truth about her dad, that Kat had no idea who he fully was. That was a day Kat dreaded to think about, but until that day came, all she could do was cherish the innocent moments she had with Haley while they lasted.

Prologue // 2007

"All right, here's to my boy, Patrick Kane!"

Wine glasses filled with Wine and Sparkling Grape Juice went up into the air, then back to their mouths to drink. The man of the hour, eighteen year old Patrick Kane chugged the whole glass of wine down. He was underage, but it was a special occasion.

"I can't believe my son got drafted 1st overall in the NHL draft!" his father said, a smile across his face. "And I don't have to drive all the way to Arizona to see you play!"

"Yeah, Chicago got some good prospects last year and hopefully they get more tomorrow," Patrick added. His mom came up and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"I am so proud of you," she whispered quietly to him. He smiled, then moved his head around to kiss her forehead. Then, his cousin James grabbed his shirt and pulled him away.

"I have such a great present for you," he told him as he pulled him to the corner of the locker room at Nationwide arena that they celebrated in.

A thin cloth was covering something; James grabbed it and revealed it to be a case of Bud Light. Patrick's eyes widened at the sight and a slight smirk appeared on his face.

"My parents wouldn't approve, no way," he told him.

"Dude, your dad bought it just for us," James told him to Patrick's surprise, "this is a special occasion; you just went first overall in the NHL draft at eighteen AND as an American! Who cares if we get drunk, there's no way we're just gonna forget this night," James then leaned forward and got a bottle, bringing it back close to Patrick, "come on, let loose, bro!"

Patrick stayed still and contemplated the situation, before smirking again and grabbing it from him. "Fuck yeah." He high fived James, then took the cap off the bottle and started drinking.

                                                                        ***

"Oh fuck," Patrick grunted as he stumbled down the Colombus streets on his way to his hotel.

He consumed a total of six bottles of beers; he was completely drunk. With his hands up against a brick building to support himself, he slowly put each foot in front of the other to safely return to his hotel.

"Oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuuck," he let out again, entering the hotel.

As he stumbled in, his head bowed towards the ground as he watched his feet, giggling at how they moved. Before he knew it, he ran into someone.

"Woopsy daisy," he said, then laughed at his response. He then looked up at the person he bumped into, who had a smile on her face.

"That's cute," she said about his response.

"So are you," he told her.

"Awe, are you this smooth when you're sober?"

"I don't know, are you this pretty when you're sober?"

"Please, I'm even more pretty."

Patrick looked into her brown eyes, a smirk appearing. He began looking her up and down, admiring her curvy figure, long wavy brunette hair and her tan skin.

"Patrick, Patrick Kane," he introduced himself. "I'm gonna be in the NHL."

The girl laughed amusingly. "Im actually here for my sisters wedding to a hockey player," she told him, "maybe someday you two will play together."

"If we're lucky," he said. "Now, what about you, what's your name, beauty?"

"Kat, Kat Stevens, professional high school student."

Patrick frowned. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, soon to be Eighteen in November."

Patrick's frown disappeared again; 17 was old enough for consent.

"Lovely, i'm eighteen going in nineteen in November," he told her.

"Cool," she said.

It was silent for a moment, but Patrick quickly broke it.

"In the mood to take this back to my hotel room?"

Kat crossed her arms; this guy was out of his mind, trying to convince her he was in the NHL as a way to pick her up, how desperate could he be? But then again, he was pretty sexy. He had beautiful blonde hair and a toned body, she wouldn't mind a hook-up. Besides, she was drunk anyway, not like she would remember him the next morning.

"Show me the way," she told him.

A smirk appeared on Patrick's face as he grabbed her hand and led her to the nearest elevator. Once they were in, they were the only two on it, so Patrick's hand found its way to her ass and he began squeezing it, a low moan escaping her lips.

"Don't worry, i'll make you louder once we get to the bedroom," he told her, removing his hand from her ass.

She looked over to him, biting her lip, then saw a bulge in his pants, causing her to smirk. "Someone's excited."

"You have no idea, babe."

Once the elevator doors opened, he grabbed  her hand and the two went rushing back to his room. Once there, he pinned her down to the nearest bed, his hands exploring up and down her body, before removing her black panties.

"How'd you know my favorite color?" He smirked as he clutched them in one hand.

"Shut up."

 Patrick threw them across the room, then focused on taking her dress off. Once he got her naked on his bed, the sight was beautiful: he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fuck...fuck," he said while staring. He got off of her and quickly removed his shoes, pants, boxers and his jacket, tie and white tux shirt. With his cock completely hard and erect, he went over to the bedstand to grab a condom, only to be stopped by her.

"I'm on the pill, its nearly as effective as condoms, we're good."

He looked at her in complete lust and amazement. "Fucking hell, your amazing."

He got on top of her, and the two made the most of the night they wouldnt be able to forget: Patrick, because he was drafted by the NHL, and Kat, because that was the day her only sister got married, and the night her child was conceived.