The Hockey Star’s Remorse

TIMOTHY POV

Timothy had never been much of a chef. He could whip up something decent, much like he had when he’d cooked for Evie, but that was a loving gesture fueled by his own need to impress her. He had to impress Evie in other ways now, which included getting on Stella’s good side and getting her to sign those authorization

papers.

With a newfound determination, Timothy stood in Stella’s apartment, a mismatched apron hanging awkwardly from his tall frame, and a mixing bowl in one hand. He had brought the ingredients for pancakes, imagining that a homemade breakfast would impress her. Pancakes seemed like a safe choice simple, delicious, and universally beloved.

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Stella watched him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her arms folded across her chest. He had let himself in, attempting to surprise her, but he hadn’t known she was an early riser. “What are you doing?” she asked.

Timothy tried to keep his enthusiasm from waning as he held up the mixing bowl. “I’m making you breakfast,” he declared with a smile.

Stella raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Really? You’re cooking for me?”

He nodded. “Yep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

Stella’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she sauntered over, her gaze fixed on the contents of the bowl. “Well, I’m intrigued. What’s on the menu?”

“Pancakes,” Timothy replied hesitantly, watching her response closesly.

Her expression quickly shifted from joy to annoyance as she saw Timothy

preparing the pancake batter. She put her hands on her hips, her annoyance clear. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

Timothy blinked, his heart sinking at the abrupt change in her demeanor. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”

Stella sighed, her irritation becoming more pronounced. “I don’t eat carbs, Timothy. I’ve told you that before.”

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He felt his frustration bubbling beneath the surface but forced a tight smile. He didn’t recall hearing that at all. “Right. But I thought maybe just this once…”

She interrupted him with a sharp gesture. “No, Timothy. I don’t make exceptions when it comes to my diet.”

way to make a special breakfast for her, and her dismissive attitude

for a moment before replying with a haughty air, “Eggs.

frustration. “Alright, eggs and toast it is.” He set the mixing bowl aside and reached for the eggs in the refrigerator,

a bowl and started whisking them, Stella watched him with a look that bordered on smug satisfaction. “You really should pay more attention to what I

the edge of his patience fraying. “I’m

voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sure you’re trying

the room hung heavy as Timothy finished cooking the eggs and plated them with a side of sliced avocado. He placed the dish in front of Stella, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. “Here you go, just

bite, her expression softening slightly as she savored the

relief, glad that his efforts had paid off, albeit grudgingly. “I’m

with an unspoken tension. Timothy couldn’t help but wonder if his attempts to please Stella were worth the frustration and anger that seemed to be

for Evie,

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away from Stella, not Timothy. It wasn’t the win that Stella thought it was, and he

to her preferences, and he complied for now, albeit begrudgingly. It was a small

words. He hated the idea of starting the day with an argument, especially after his attempt to make things right. “Look, Stella, I’ve been pretty

can make it up to me by letting me

It wasn’t what he had expected, but if that’s what it would take, he was willing to

of determination. “Good. I’m going to start

a mixture of relief and resignation. He had agreed to them having a wedding shower, and he would stick to his word. But one thought

“isn’t it usually the maid of honor who throws the

response was quick. “Timothy, this is our wedding, and I want everything to be perfect. I need to be in control of the arrangements to ensure that it’s

sighed, realizing that arguing with Stella about this wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Alright, Stella. It’s

a stark contrast to her

scrambled eggs and avocado and

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bite, a sudden vibration from her

furrowing in puzzlement at the caller ID. She quickly silenced the ringer and shot a nervous glance in Timothy’s direction. He met her gaze with curiosity as the phone rang

Timothy asked, his voice

absently tapping the edge of her

“Business call? Is it

room, avoiding Timothy’s penetrating stare. “It’s nothing,

“You