Orion POV
"You really don't have to walk me to the entrance," I tell Bailey as we approach the club's training facility. "I'm a big boy. I can find my way."
"I know you can," she replies, her hand wrapped securely around mine. "But I wanted every extra second with you before you disappear into hockey land for the next four hours."
The past weekend was perfect. Between getting Grandma settled back into her house, stealing moments alone with Bailey, and just existing in our little bubble of happiness…I don't think I've ever been more content.
But now it's Monday and reality calls.
"You could come watch practice," I suggest, even though I already know what she'll say. "The guys would love to see you. Tyler's been asking about those cinnamon rolls you promised him." I try to persuade her.
