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Return to the Ice

Summary: Final story in my Julie and Adam series. Julie and Adam's son, Germaine, is now seven years old. After learning that their son is fataly ill, Julie must fulfill her son's dying wish: watching his mother return to the NHL after 6 years.

A/N: Must at least read Life After Hockey to fully understand this one. Also the entire story will be written in Julie's POV.


"I can't believe how good you are getting," Adam told our son as he unlocked the door to our house. Our son, Germaine, just started playing pee-wee hockey last fall and Adam is thrilled that his son chose to be a center instead of a goalie. Of course, I wish he had chosen to be a goalie, but I guess that just wasn't meant to be. I had to admitt though, Adam was right. Our son was already turning out to be a great hockey player.

"You really think so?" Germaine looked up at his father as he dropped his gear in the floor.

"Yeah, you'll be an all star before you know it." Adam patted his back as he took a seat on the sofa.

"Like you?"

"Yeah, you know what they say: like father, like son." Adam smiled as he pulled Germaine into his lap.

"I was thinking maybe I could try goalie, but if you think I'm good where I'm at, maybe I should stay."

"I thought you liked playing center," I brought myself into the conversation.

"I do," Germaine answered. "But I want to make you proud of me too."

I kissed the top of his head gently. "You know that I already am proud of you. So why don't you try again."

"I want to try something new?" Germaine asked.

"Nice try Buddy." Adam hugged his son close. "Is something bothering you?"

"Well, I just thought that goalie would be an easier position to play." Germaine stated.

"Trust me, goalie is not an easier position to play." I told him. "It is probably the most stressful position on the ice. If you have an off night, it affects the entire team."

"That's not what I meant." Germaine sighed. "What I meant was, I won't get as tired."

"Baby, goalies get just as tired. They are on the ice the entire sixty minutes, while everyone else gets to play in shifts." I told him. As much as I liked the idea of him becoming a goalie, I couldn't help but think there was more to the story then he was letting on.

"I guess," Germaine told me.

"If you are getting tired easily in games, then you are probably just out of shape. That can be fixed." Adam assured him.

"I'm getting tired easy in warm ups." Germaine told us. "And that's not the only reason I want to play goalie."

"What's the other reason?" Adam asked, concerned.

"I don't want to get so many bruises." Germaine answered, rolling up his sleaves and showing us the bruises that covered his arms.

"You got all of these playing hockey?" I asked, inspecting each of his arms.

"Where else would I have got them?" Germaine asked.

"Come here Sweetie," I instructed him and he crawled over to me and held him in my arms. "You said you were getting tired in warm ups." He nodded his dead. "How long has that been going on?"

"Um," Germaine placed his chin in his hand, trying to remember when it had began. "Since the end of last season, and don't call me sweetie."

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Adam asked, concerned.

"I don't know." Germaine shrugged. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, uh no, Sweetie. Nothing is wrong." I faked a smile. "Why don't you go head upstairs and Mommy will be there in a minute."

"Mom, you called me sweetie again. And I'm too old for you to be Mommy. Can't it just be Mom?" Germaine whined as he stood and looked at me.

"I don't think anyone heard me." I told him.


"Alright," I smiled. "I'll work on it. Just go upstairs."

"Is there something you don't want me to hear?"

"No, of course not. Your father and I just need a little alone time together." I told him.

"Why? Are you hot for each other?"

"Yeah, we're very hot." Adam smiled. "Now go upstairs. There won't be anything going on that you will want to see."

"Alright," Germaine shrugged and headed upstairs.

Once I heard his door slam shut, I looked to Adam. "Did you see all those bruises?"

"Yeah, there is no way that he got all of those from playing hockey." Adam told me.

"I know. And what is with this getting tired during warm ups? He's always been full of energy." I stated.

"Yeah." Adam agreed. "Maybe we should set him up a doctor's appointment. He was sick a lot this past summer. Maybe it wasn't just the flu."

"Adam, I'm really worried here and you are so not helping the situation." I told him as I cuddled in his arms.

"I know," Adam stated. "But I'm really worried too."

"I'll make the appointment first thing Monday morning." I sighed as Adam kisssed my head.

(Doctor's office)

"So what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Seaver asked.

"Germaine seems to be lacking energy lately. He says he is getting realy tired on the ice." Adam started.

"And he has all these bruises." I told him, showing him my son's arms. "Way more than usual for a hockey player."

"Has your son been sick lately?"

"Well, he had the flu a few times this past summer, but we didn't think it was anything serious." I answered.

"Has your son been expierencing swelling or bleeding in the gums?" Dr. Seaver asked.

"Well, sometimes after brushing his teeth." Adam answered. "Why is that not normal?"

"At times it can be, but we'll have to wait and see. What about dizzy spells? Has your son been expierencing those?" Dr. Seaver asked me.

"I'm a big boy, I can speak for myself," Germaine told the doctor.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dr. Seaver smiled down at Germaine. "Have you been getting dizzy son?"

"Sometimes, when I go round and round in circles…" Germaine trailed off.

"Any other time?"

"Um……I don't know." Germaine answered.

Dr. Seaver sighed. "Alright, we'll run some tests and have you come back tomorrow for the results."

(Twenty-four hours later)

Adam and I waited nervously in the doctor's office. Something didn't feel right and I grew more nervous with ever passing second.

"Mr. and Mrs. Banks," Dr. Seaver stepped into the cramped office. "We have your son's test results."

"And?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"I'm afarid it isn't good news," Dr. Seaver began. "It's Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia."

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