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“Everybody get into the living room! It’s about to start!” Bitty called out as he stepped out of the kitchen. He needn’t have worried, the smell of the pie he was carrying seemed to draw all his old teammates faster than anything else. They were all crowded around the livingroom, watching the huge TV. Bitty set the pie down on the coffee table with plates forks and a knife next to it. Then he glared at Shitty.
“Up.” He ordered.
“Why do I have to move?” Shitty whined, but he was already getting up to go sit by Lardo.
“Because it’s my couch.” Bitty said with a grin, as he dropped down next to Jack, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Our couch.” Jack reminded him. Bitty laughed.
“Of course it’s ours but it’s definitely not his is the point.” He answered. He was grinning, it had been a while but he still loved to hear that word: “Our” in reference to everything in this house. He leaned into Jack affectionately. Everything was good. The pie was disappearing fast but it didn’t matter, because there was another one in the oven in Bitty’s kitchen. So he sat on his couch, with his boyfriend and all their old teammates, their closest friends, in the house he shared with Jack Zimmerman, and they watched the opening ceremony of the 2018 winter Olympics. There was a picture on the wall of Jack holding the Stanley cup, and it hung right next to a trophy case that held an Olympic Bronze medal. There were figure skates in the garage, and Bitty thought he might go skate on the frozen pond in their backyard later, just for the fun of it. Right now though, he was happy right where he was. It occurred to Eric Bittle in that moment, that he had everything he could have ever wanted.