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I haven’t thought about him all that much (I know I should!!) and I think he’s adorable, but I tend to veer toward some protective parental feelings toward him.

Request: Hey I was just wondering if you could do an Alexander or William Nylander imagine where Alex/Willy and the reader has a child and Alex/Willy really want the kid to play hockey but the reader does not? Thank youuuu

Notes: I went back and forth with who to pick but I finally went with Alex

Warnings: None

“Momma! Momma!” My son run into my legs in excitement of whatever had happened in his father’s locker room.

“What is it Noah?” I lifted Noah onto my lap, brushing his blonde hair out of his face. He looked so much like his father it was scary sometimes. Noah was so excited he was wiggling on my lap. “What happened Noah?”

“Uncle Jack said he would play on the ice with me after he was done talking to people.”

“That is very nice of him, make sure you thank him.” He nodded and allowed me to set him down, lacing up his skates before holding up his helmet.

“Come on momma, I’m 5. I don’t need that. I’m a big kid.”

“Your daddy and Uncle Jack wear helmets when they skate.” I was hoping that his love of his father and his teammates would work, he idolized them.

“But-”

“No buts, you wear the helmet or you don’t skate.” I could see him working through his options, just like his father did when he had a hard choice to make. I saw his father walking out of the locker room along with Jack who was still in his equipment. “What will it be Noah?”

“Helmet.” He pouted as I secured the helmet on his head and the two men join us. “Uncle Jack! I’m ready! Momma said I had to wear my helmet.”

“I’m wearing my helmet too buddy, it’s just to be extra safe on the ice.” Noah accepted his reasoning and then they were heading off to the ice. Alex came to sit on the bench with me, pulling my hand into his lap.

“You are worrying about something, what is it?”

“Noah was pushing back about his helmet, I miss when he would just do whatever we asked.”

“He is growing up fast. Does it make you want a second one as much as I do?”

“Yes, but that is not what this conversation is about.”

“True, that is for after Noah goes to sleep tonight.” Alex nuzzles into my neck, kissing my cheek before whisper Swedish into my ear. Smiling I kiss Alex lightly before moving to stand by the glass so I had a better view of Noah. Everyone told me that Noah was an amazing skater for a 5 year old but I still worried about him hurting himself.

Alex came to stand next to me, watching as Jack helped Noah work on his shot and puck handling for 30 minutes before they both started to head towards us. “Momma! Papa! Uncle Jack said I’m getting really good at shooting the puck!”

“We saw that Älskling, you did very good. How about we go home and get some dinner started? We can watch your Uncle Willy tonight, but first you have to thank Jack."

“Thanks Uncle Jack! I had fun!” I smiled as he hugged Jack’s legs, he always had a soft spot for his teammates kids and Noah was probably his favorite. Whenever we needed a babysitter for a date night he was always volunteering.

“Thank you Jack, he always loves getting on the ice with you.” I watched as Alex took Noah to get his skates off and packed away as I chatted with Jack.

“No problem Hannah, he is a blast to hang out with. I think he is ready to get on a team.”

“Don’t say anything to Noah, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.” Jack chuckles and nods.

“My dad said my mom was the same way when I started. And I think she is still the same way, you get used to it.” Smiling I said goodbye before joining my family, heading to our cars before following Alex home. As we ate dinner Noah was telling us all about his new learned hockey skills, once he was allowed to leave the table he rushed to the television to watch William’s game. Alex bumped into my hip as I was starting the dishes, moving me to sit on the counter so he was in front of the sink.

“I think we should start looking for a hockey for Noah. He is steady on his skates now and can move pretty well when he has the puck on his stick.”

“Isn’t he a little young to start playing organized hockey?”

“William and I both started around his age.”

“I just don’t know, he is just so young and little. I don’t know if I can handle both of you playing such a dangerous sport.”

“Come on, it’s not that dangerous.”

“How can you say that? Guys are getting injured in games all the time, you have spent the past week sleeping in the guest room because your hit has been bothering you because of that hit you took against Pittsburgh! You can’t even sleep in a bed with your wife because a dude who had 6 inches on you ran you into the boards. How do you explain that?”

“That is just a part of the game.”

“That is the wrong thing to say to me, do you not remember how we met?”

“Come on-”

“No, we met because I was the nurse that the Leafs hired to look after your brother after he got that horrible concussion during the world juniors. This sport is dangerous and I don’t know if I want our son to be apart of it.” I had to check on William everyday for close to a month before we could back it down to twice a week, I could see the worried looks his family had when he was having bad days when the symptoms were detrimental.

“I know and understand that but I don’t think Noah is going to get it. Hockey is a big part of his life, and it’s growing.”

“I just want him to have a safe childhood.”

“At this point him playing hockey would be a bunch of kids falling down on the ice for the whole game. They have so much padding on that they barely can move their limbs, the chance of them getting hurt is low.” Alex had finished the dishes and stepped in front of me so he was in between my legs. “I know you worry about me playing and having Noah play would increase that worry, but I think this is something he wants to do.”

“Has he brought it up with you?”

“He did today when I was helping him get his skates off. I told him we would have to talk about it. I can’t promise he won’t get hurt but we can’t prevent him from doing everything that could cause him to get hurt.” Resting my head against Alex shoulder I had to take a deep breath before responding.

“Okay, find him a place to play.” Before we could move to go spend the time with Noah, we heard his little feet running towards us.

“I can play?” Alex lifted him onto my lap, kissing my cheek before kissing Noah’s forehead.

“Yeah, your Daddy is going to find you a team. But you have to be careful on the ice at all times.”

“Okay! I will be super safe! Thank you Momma, thanks daddy!” We headed towards the family to watch a little of a game before Noah had to go to bed. Alex held me back before we went to sit with Noah.

“Now about that conversation about another child?”

“I’m only having that conversation if you sleep in our bed tonight.” Alex’s eyes darkened a bit as he understood what I meant, getting a huge kiss from him before sitting on the couch.

“Deal.”