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What’s more relaxing than yoga? Undoing all our hard work and hurting our necks by staring at our phones, apparently. Thanks for exposing us, @carolanandclover! Lol!
@nytadelaide: Permission to use this in my article?
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Being in love is kind of awesome.
@nytadelaide: Even Greyson can't turn his nose up at this. A very, very adorable photo.
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Missing my baby girl so much! My lovely sister came to visit, and I’m already longing for the next trip. 💛
@nytadelaide: Beautiful!
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Smiling is my favorite!
@nytadelaide: I’d never want to simply label you as an extension of Mr Gold. But it certainly is refreshing to have more women around here.
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My first ever podcast. Always nice to talk hockey and politics with likeminded people. Thanks for having me on, ladies. 🙂
@nytadelaide: I loved this episode, James. You’re more articulate than you give yourself credit for, you know.
The sound of Adelaide's laugh lit Sean from within, causing him to stand up a little straighter, his smile brightening. It was short and sharp sounding, and the prettiest thing Sean had ever heard. He wondered what it would be like to make her laugh, really laugh. The kind where her shoulders shook and her cheeks turned pink. Adelaide Davies was so buttoned up, it was hard to even imagine. Sean vowed to try, anyway.
"You liked that!" Sean exclaimed, pointing his finger at her as he smiled with all his teeth. Nestled in her lap, Clover giggled too, like she didn't want to be left out of all the fun. "Knew I'd get ya."
Sean followed Adelaide's line of sight out to the ice, where the burly Gordon currently had James backed into a corner, the latter clutching onto his water bottle and nodding in a polite, disinterested manner. Sean liked Gordon. He looked mean but remembered the names of everyone's wife or girlfriend, their children, and their second cousins twice removed.
But when he turned back, Adelaide wasn't smiling anymore. Whatever magic he'd worked had been short lived. He didn't know what he'd said wrong, but she seemed eager to push past his line of questioning, so he was too.
"What's a sort-of niece?" he wondered aloud. He knew there was only so long he could keep Adelaide here, and answering his questions, and wondering if that was one wasted, like three wishes from a genie.
Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, Sean forced his face into a mask of passivity. He didn't mean to keep irritating her - and he wasn't a man who knew how to choose his words carefully, no matter how much media training he had. Still, he knew he had to tread with caution when he next opened his mouth.
"I only asked 'cause you're so good with her." he said, "Don't care if you know about Bluey and Bingo, as long as you keep making her cheese like that."
He leaned in just a little, tickling at Clover's chubby cheek, who responded in turn by turning and burrowing her face in Adelaide's stomach. Yep, he'd truly lost his little girl to a New York Times sports reporter.
"They'll be calling me back soon." he said, jabbing his thumb back towards the ice. "Thanks for watching her, Miss."
Oh, Addie absolutely detested the way Sean lit up like a Christmas tree the moment he realised he’d made her laugh. His reaction was just to the left of smug and Addie desperately reached for any semblance of anger that left her with, instead of contending with the stupid smile she was trying to fight right now.
“You can’t prove anything,” she said matter-of-factly. It didn’t help matters that Clover was sitting there, giggling away in her lap like she’d been in on the joke this whole time. Is that what men like Sean Carolan did? Use their adorable daughters to melt the hard exterior of women who quite plainly had no desire to laugh at a single joke they made?
Her desire to stop smiling in front of perpetual-grinner, number 19 of the New York Rangers, didn’t extend to where they were now though. Awkwardly, Addie looked down, attempting to navigate her own messy, entangled feelings that had been brought on by Sean’s seemingly innocent question. She wanted to be angry at him for poking his nose in where it didn’t belong, but in this instance, she couldn’t penalise him for the minor crime of attempting small talk. At least he hadn’t been pandering to her this time. He’d seemed genuinely curious.
“My brother’s boyfriend’s sister’s daughter,” she explained, stretching the definition of niece until it took the shape of what Autumn was to her. It would probably be easier for Addie to try and explain the tumultuous chronicles of Greyson-and-Rhodes to Sean rather than stumble through why her face had fallen only moments before.
As Sean complimented her on how she was with his daughter, she wondered if that was just another example of the aforementioned pandering. Then she decided that, despite her other misgivings about the man in front of her, he seemed to be a good father. And a good father didn’t just leave his daughter with a stranger because he wanted to worm his way into her good graces. His compliment was genuine and if Addie’s cheeks pinked a little at the realisation, well, that was hardly something she was going to admit to.
As soon as Clover turned and buried her face into Addie’s front, she automatically tightened her arms around the little girl. It felt strange, but not unwelcome, to have someone so small but so eager to spend time with her.
She looked back up at Sean, her face seemingly asking why he was still standing there.
“Well?” she pressed. “You don’t want Obie to wait on you, do you? Besides, us ladies have an article to finish and something tells me you wouldn’t want this one to read badly. You know the subject well.”
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Addie and I spent the day picking flowers for the future Silly wedding. How do we feel about Spring, @billymchale?
@nytadelaide: Sorry @billymchale, we just finished watching the new season of Bridgerton so we have weddings on the brain. No pressure. Unless you’re open to pressure.
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Always nice coming home to @kaitucker 😊
@nytadelaide: Dare I even ask what he’s attempting to make? I’m beginning to wish I sent Clover home with more than a packet of marshmallows.
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Lunch dates with my girl.
@nytadelaide: I suppose there has to be some advantages to becoming in-laws with Bennett Fisher. A beautiful girl will have to suffice!
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Lol, great shot from last nights game. Cooper gets a little excited. 🙂
@nytadelaide: It was a goal worthy of celebration. He’s right to get excited this time.
As Adelaide explained the semantics of just how Nana the Nursery Dog took care of the Darling children, Sean simply stared at her, slack-jawed. He felt the phantom tap of his Mom's palm on the underside of his chin, thought about the brisk way she'd chide him - "Catching flies again, Seany!" - and forced himself to stop gaping at Adelaide and address her like a functioning human. Even if he was starting to wonder if she was one of those odd, beautiful women who looked really normal but spent her free time on eBay bidding on limited edition Peter Pan plushies.
"Do you think I could find me one of those to help with her?" he tried another light-hearted jibe, despite the fact none of them ever seemed to land.
He sometimes wondered when he'd gotten so awkward. His older brother's popularity had trickled down to him, and he'd been well liked in high school - almost made Prom King, even. He'd had a steady girlfriend that he went on to make his wife. But he was long since out of high school, and in the real world he felt ill-suited for fitting in. As much as he liked his team, he often felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. They were all so cocksure and full of themselves, "full of piss and vinegar", he'd heard a reporter once say. He couldn't even seem to muster up a good rapport with the woman who was being paid to say nice things about him.
"And unlike some of 'em, she's never mistaken a puck for an Oreo." he joked, offering her a smile regardless.
At least Adelaide seemed genuinely fond of Clover, and vice versa. She seemed insistent on getting the reporter's attention, looking up at Adelaide and tugging at her sleeve with fierce determination. He teetered on his heels, torn between stepping forward and prising Clover free - which was certain to send her into fits of tears - and stopping her from winding Adelaide up.
His eyebrows shot up when Adelaide pulled Clover into her lap, his daughter cooing delightedly as she snuggled down, peering up at Sean with a look that seemed to say, See Dad, even I've won her over!
"I trust you, Miss. Davies." he said, hoping he didn't sound sarcastic. "You have kids? Uh, nieces? Nephews?"
Another pointed look was drawn Sean’s way. Perhaps Addie was being too unaccommodating with the other man, a suggestion she quickly dismissed as soon as her mind even tried to entertain it.
“I would say you already have an eager line of helpers,” she pointed out. It seemed like you couldn’t throw a puck in New York without hitting a fan of Sean and Clover Carolan. There was always someone clamouring to hold Sean’s daughter, whether it be Libby or Cassie or Max, or people who existed outside of the Rangers payroll. More than once had she seen Sean’s webchef friend show up with a Tupperware full of something she’d try to entice Clover into eating. And, of course, there was the annoying, ill-mannered Kai Tucker of it all. Suffice to say, Sean asking for a particularly talented nursery dog to help him raise his daughter was just being greedy.
No matter how difficult she found it to navigate the relentless rose-coloured attitude of Sean though, she couldn't find it in herself to extend that frustration to his daughter. With Clover soundly in her lap now, the little girl’s adorable puffer jacket pressed against her own, there was very little cynicism for her to muster around the taste of marshmallow.
So much so that, for the first time since meeting him, Sean spoke and Addie let out a surprised laugh. It slipped out of her before she could stop it and she looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips, even when she quickly clamped them together.
“Let me guess, Gordon?” she said, her eyes finding the defenseman in question on the ice. While it hadn’t been confirmed, Addie was certain around 90% of the player’s teeth were fake. It felt like he took hit after hit to the face every game, acting like he’d rather eat the puck like a cookie than whack it with his stick.
Her smile, naturally, didn’t last long. As soon as Sean asked her if she had kids of her own, her face dropped, heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. Her mind flashed back to her painful teenage years, and she was nearly lost under the weight of her memory that she almost missed his follow-up question. Hearing it above the sudden rush of static in her ears, she clung to it like a lifeline.
“No,” she said plainly then leaned her head to the side, allowing herself the addendum. “I have a sort of-niece. She’s all grown now though.”
While she’d first met Autumn when she was just a few years older than Clover, she wasn’t so sure that gave her the experience Sean thought she had to look after Clover. Autumn had never really been a child, conversing with Addie like they were two grown adults at the tender age of eight. She was more grown-up than most people Addie knew.
“Did you want to check my qualifications? Quiz me on Bluey characters? Make sure I know how to tie shoelaces?” she asked Sean primly. Tugging Clover closer to her, she forced herself to make her voice a little softer. “She’s safe with me. I promise.”
Sean wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was incredibly familiar with sarcasm. (It was Kai's preferred method of humor, after all) He'd once heard it described as the lowest form of wit, something he'd never really got until this exact moment. Before Adelaide Davies, never had Sean seen someone use sarcasm to punch down so effectively. Or maybe they had, and he'd just been too stupid to notice. He wondered if he ought to be cross, try and hold his own. But in a battle of wits, he doubted he stood much of a chance against a woman like Adelaide. Instead, he just felt suitably chastened.
"Ri-ig-httt..." he managed to say, drawing out the word as he nodded, blonde hair flopping into his eyes.
He flushed red, resisting the urge to reach forward and bundle Clover into his arms, his safety blanket against the world. He'd already given Adelaide a reason to think he didn't trust her with his little girl, no need to add insult to injury. He ran a hand over the back of his neck - had he been this sweaty a moment ago?
"I always wondered how Nana ever got anything done." he blurted out, saying the first dumb thing that came to his mind. He flexed his thumb in front of his face, offering her a dopey smile. "You know, no thumbs. For... picking stuff up."
He winced internally, hoping Coop and James weren't seeing this. No need for them to see him keep striking out with the same pretty girl over and over. He could practically hear Cooper now, "Hey, uh, Carolan? Yeah, have you ever tried flirting with a girl that doesn't hate your guts?"
Not that he was flirting. He didn't think she'd take very kindly to being flirted with.
"You look like you're doing a great job, anyway." he stated, gesturing to his giggling daughter. "She's a good baby. Just uh, don't be offended if she's not super chatty."
Addie raised her eyebrows the moment Sean started crooking his thumb right in front of her face. She listened carefully to his argument, wondering if he was, at any point, going to string together a single sentence that held any sort of merit. Instead, he seemed far too pleased with his own little observation and Addie wasn’t feeling gracious enough to let him have that.
“She makes the Darling children’s beds with her mouth. She uses her mouth for a lot of things actually. And she balances the medicine tray on top of her head and uses her ears and tail the way people would use their thumbs,” she said, quite plainly.
Now, Addie wasn’t trying to prove herself as an avid Peter Pan watcher. Disney movies had always been Micah and Greyson’s territory, even though she knew the latter would have something to say about her airing his dirty laundry like that. But if a hockey player, red in the face as he was, attempted to question the skillset of another woman, then Addie was happy to be on hand to correct him. Even if that woman was, in fact, a cartoon dog.
She let Sean’s praise fly right over her, sure he was just being placating for the sake of it. Oftentimes, she wondered if Sean wracked his brains for inane compliments to pay her just because he thought it would put her in a good mood. Instead, she only felt patronised.
“She’s actually a far better conversationalist than half the men on your team,” Addie pointed out, her smile turning genuine as she looked down at Clover.
The little girl in question was now tugging on Addie’s sleeve with chubby fists, using the material of her coat as leverage to pull herself to standing. As soon as she started wriggling and clumsily attempting to maneuver her weight, Addie realised what was happening and moved her laptop to the seat beside her.
“Oh, hello,” she said, hauling Clover into her lap where the little girl now sat comfortably.
She looked up at Sean, raising an eyebrow at the way he was looking at both of them.
“Do you think I’m going to eat her?” she challenged him. “I can be trusted to look after her until Libby gets back.”
@carolanandclover: @nytadelaide I'm on curfew anyway! @carolanandclover: @nytadelaide Just finishing my mocktail so I don't offend my new friend Pip.
@nytadelaide: @carolandandclover Just get it to go.
@carolanandcloveR: @nytadelaide I feel like at this stage you have so little respect for me, it's in my best interests that I don't answer?
@nytadelaide: @carolanandclover I've just seen Dustin's Instagram story. Go home right now while my typewriter can still save your reputation.
@carolanandclover: @nytadelaide I really hope not...
@nytadelaide: @carolanandclover I've just seen Ivy's tweets. Where are you exactly?
@carolanandclover: @nytadelaide Not joking. Don't think this is article worthy, though! Any suggestions on how to get it out of my beard?
@nytadelaide: @carolanandclover How should I know anything about bear maintenance? Is this a playoff tradition?
@carolanandclover: I am covered in glitter.
@nytadelaide: @carolanandclover What? Please don't be joking. Glitter can elevate an article.
