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.”

bit his tongue immediately. He had gone out of his way to make a special breakfast for her, and her dismissive attitude stung.

a moment before replying with a haughty air, “Eggs. Scrambled, with some avocado

set the mixing bowl aside and reached for the eggs in the refrigerator, his

him with a look that bordered on smug satisfaction. “You really should pay more attention to what I like, Timothy. It’s not

teeth, the edge of his patience fraying. “I’m trying, Stella. But I can’t read

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

the room hung heavy as Timothy finished cooking the eggs and plated them with a side of sliced avocado. He

took a bite, her expression softening slightly as she savored the food. “Mmm, not bad,” she

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

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 a constant undercurrent in their, interactions. He kept Evie has his

less trouble for Evie, it

O

the

had made it clear that Timothy had to cater to her preferences, and he complied for

of starting the day with an argument, especially after his attempt to make things right. “Look, Stella, I’ve

against her lips. “You can make it up to me by letting me throw a wedding shower for

eyebrow, surprised by her request. A wedding shower? It wasn’t what he had expected, but if

“Good. I’m going to start

brainstormed ideas and started jotting down plans, Timothy couldn’t help but feel 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 nagged

the maid of honor who

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 just the

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

to her earlier anger. “Don’t worry. It’ll be perfect,

finished her breakfast of scrambled eggs

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overall. As she took the last bite,

quickly silenced the ringer and shot a nervous glance in

asked, his voice tinged with a

moment, her fingers absently tapping the edge of her phone. “Just a business call,” she finally replied,

an eyebrow. “Business call? Is

the room, avoiding Timothy’s penetrating

couldn’t hide his skepticism. “You