#drysdalesworld

trevorzegras: the way buddy’s CHOWING on his foot is crazy

_quinnhughes: you managed to convince jack to go outside?? on a hike?? in the sun?? in the outdoors??

jackhughes: why r u such a hater

trevorzegras: no. 1 opp fr

userone: PICKLES (Y/L/N)!!

jackhughes: despite nearly dying on this hike, i actually enjoyed myself. thanks for taking me out ig babe

usertwo: the most monotoned comment i have ever read

youruser: “thanks for taking me out ig babe” boy, do you want to rephrase that comment?

lhughes_06: ooohh, rowdy’s in trouble!

jackhughes: thank you so much for taking me out on a hike babe! i enjoyed spending time with you 💗

youruser: of course bb!! 🤭

trevorzegras: jackhughes WHIPPED 🫵🏻

lhughes_06: remember when he didn’t even want the cat & complained nonstop about him & all the fur he left behind?? no?? just me??

userthree: not luke calling out jack lmao

usertwo: but pickles is so cute!! how could he NOT like the cat 😭

userfour: pickles being an outdoor cat just makes sense to me. like, he just gives off those vibes

nicohischier: jack wouldn’t go near pickles for MONTHS after (y/n) got him

tmeier96: wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole at first

pally_18: but when (y/n) had to rush him to the vet for an emergency, you bet he cut practice early & left luke stranded at prudential while he rushed to the vet

jackhughes: opps. all of you.

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jackhughes: for all of you who doubted my tolerability of pickles

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youruser: the last pic of him as a kitten just brought tears to my eyes, they grow up so fast 😭

lhughes_06: you sure he tolerates you? you get more scars & bruises from the cat than you do on the ice

userone: 😳

nicohischier: jack hughes, cat dad & professional hockey player

usertwo: i like how he put cat dad before the fact that he’s a professional athlete 🤣

elhughes: see, i told you you’d come around!

userthree: jack’s just being exposed in everyone’s comment sections 😭

jackhughes: mommm

yourbestie: don’t be fooled. it took pickles & jack MONTHS to actually like each other enough to sit in the same room together

dawson1417: just a reminder, i am free to cat sit WHENEVER needed 😊

yoursibling: the cutest cat ever!! 🫶🏼

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youruser: jack totally loves the cat. don’t let him tell you otherwise

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userone: i knew there was no way that jack didn’t cuddle pickles. he’s too cute not too

usertwo: we love the character development

trevorzegras: told you he just needed to accept his role as cat dad

userthree: there’s no way 😭

_quinnhughes: pickles looks pissed that jack’s holding him in the first pic lmao

lhughes_06: he looks more concerned that its jack holding him rather than (y/n) lol

userfour: poor jack catching heat left & right 😂

njdevils: jack hughes, the best cat dad there is

jackhughes: mister pickles is a decent cat, i suppose

youruser: oh, please. you literally cried yesterday because he hissed at you for the first time in weeks while you were trimming his nails

jackhughes: it was RUDE

trevorzegras: dude, he’s a CAT

It started early morning.

At first, it seemed to be just cramps—or Braxton hicks from your previous experiences. Nothing major to note.

But around six a.m., at time where you were usually sound asleep, it had gotten worse.

Instead of the pain being solely localized to your abdomen and upper lower half, it spread to your back and thighs, making it hard for you to sit or stand still for a prolonged period of time.

William had awoken to your pained mumbles and groans, as well as from your continued pacing.

“Älskling? (Darling?)” William asked, sleep still heavy on his face. “What’s wrong? Is it go time?”

His panicked voice and frantic movements caused you to stop for a moment and gather yourself, inhaling deeply before exhaling. With how long you were experiencing this pain, you didn’t want to explode on your husband from how easily annoyed you got in this state.

You only hummed in confirmation, eyebrows furrowed in pain. “I think so. Water hasn’t broke yet but it feels the same from last time.”

William nodded in acknowledgment, too afraid to speak in fear of repeating the same lash out you experienced during the birth of your first son. He does not want to repeat the same mistake again.

“I’d like to stay home a bit more before we go anywhere, if needed,” you murmured, trying to go through your birth plan in your head.

Ideally, you’d like to give birth in your own home, but not everything goes to plan obviously. So, in the case that everything when awry, you would head to the hospital and give birth.

“Want me to call Rae?” William asked, gently pulling your hair into a braid as you sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing your back.

Rae was a family member of yours who just happened to be a midwife. She had moved down to San Jose way before William was drafted to the Sharks. She’s practically the only family member you had in the states. She offered to be your midwife for your second pregnancy, and you immediately took her up on her offer.

You groaned out a ‘yes’ in response, eye softly closing as you focused on the multiple breathing techniques you and William read about.

“I’ll call Macklin and Will to see if they can watch over Oskar too,” William spoke, tying off your braid and kissing the top of your head before reaching for his phone.

You tuned out the entire conversation he was having on the phone, standing up to find the pink yoga ball Felicia gifted you during your baby shower.

Hopefully, it’s not a long labor, you thought to yourself as you slowly made your way.

10:30am

“How long have your contractions been between each one?”

“Hmm, maybe a couple minutes?”

Rae nodded, continuing to put counter pressure on your back as you rocked back and forth on the yoga ball.

“You were only a couple inches dilated when I last checked. Are you still comfortable giving birth here?” She asked, eyeing your husband as he impatiently sat in the corner chewing on his nails.

You hummed in answer, dominant hand rubbing your hardening abdomen.

“I’ll go fill up the tub,” William offered, jumping up from his spot. He needed to do something. He hated seeing you in so much pain with no way to stop it.

Rae stifled a laugh, shaking her head at William’s eagerness. Shooing him to do so as she continued to try to relieve the pressure in your back.

The Swedish man hurried to your shared bathroom, breaking open the inflatable tub he bought after finalizing your birth plan. (Yes, it was teal as well.)

“At least he’s making himself useful,” she murmured, starting to now gently massage your lower back.

“He’s trying,” you replied, a small smile gracing your lips at the topic of your husband. “That’s all I can ask for.”

Rae smiled at your comment, happy that you had a partner like William. She has seen far too many instances where one’s partner barely did anything and just complained the whole time. She was glad that you didn’t have to experience that.

12:00pm

The warm water had turned lukewarm, your lower half submerged as your upper half gripped the soft material of the inflatable tub pool.

Your water broke shortly after William had finished setting up the tub, which gave you some relief in the fact that your baby was nearly here.

“You’re doing really great, (Y/N),” Rae said, half of her body turned towards you as she fiddled with laying out some equipment she may or may not need. “Just keep breathing and push whenever you feel like you need to.”

You nodded at her words, hands tightly gripping not only the tubs material but your husband’s hands as well as another contraction washed over you.

“Remind me to never let you touch me ever again,” you groaned out, following Rae’s orders and pushing as you felt the need to.

William nodded in agreement, gently pushing away the fly aways in your face. “Of course, my love.”

He was in the water with you, his non occupied hand rubbing the entire expanse of your back. Once he had heard that your water had broken, he immediately shed all clothing except his shorts and guided you into the warm water he had prepared. The both of you had agreed that William should be the one in the water with you, something that, albeit not seeming like it in the moment, brought you great comfort knowing that your husband was right by your side.

You whispered a quiet fuck as the contraction ebbed away, muscles beginning to feel tired and sore already.

“William, please check to see if you can see the head at all,” Rae asked, wetting a hand towel with cool water and placing it on your neck.

The poor man paled slightly at the command, nerves crawling in his stomach.

Now, William wasn’t a man who got queasy easily. But this, this is a situation he would, and has, gotten queasy in.

During your birth of Oskar, he had taken a peek to see if he was out yet and was met with the sight of his son’s head crowning and way too much blood surrounding your lower half.

It’s not that birth makes him queasy or unsettled, it’s the fact that all of that blood had came from you—his wife who he’s been in love with since he could understand and feel the word. He hates seeing you suffer in any and all forms.

But William gulped down his nerves and nodded, gently removing himself from your side to check if you were crowning. And the sight he saw nearly had him choke up.

“I see it! I see the head,” he exclaimed, eyes glancing to Rae, unsure of what to do.

Your husband’s words seemed to calm you a bit, the laboring process nearly done and over with.

Rae smiled, grabbing both of your hands as you readied yourself to bear down and push a few more times.

“Only a few more pushes and then they’re out. Are you ready?”

You weakly nodded.

A few moments passed and soon enough, a small cry erupted from behind you.

A sigh released from your lips and all tension left your body, physically deflating as you leaned against the soft material of the pool.

“It’s a girl!” William cried, hands gently cradling the newborn.

You softly turned your body towards your husband and new baby daughter, tears already streaming down your reddened cheeks.

William held her out to you, placing her on your chest as you settled.

“She’s gorgeous,” you whispered, lips pressed against the full head of hair your newborn carried.

mackcelebrini: NEW BABY SHARK ANNOUNCEMENT AAAAHHHH

_willsmith2: NEW SHARK SIBLING ALERT 🚨🚨

userone: OMGOMGOMG NEW BABY EKLUND

vic.eklund: uncle vic part 2 LETS GO ‼️

usertwo: OMFG ANOTHER BABY 😭😭 CONGRATS!

officialsjsharkie: my bestie is expanding the fam 🥹🥹

userthree: i love this family 😭💗

userfour: oskar with y/n’s baby bump 🥹😭

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eklund_72: baby eklund coming winter ‘26

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fabianzetterlund: my two favorite people having another mini them, my heart 😭❤️

fimpen20: hoping for a granddaughter 🤞🤞

eklund_72: me too 🤞🤞

userone: it’s so refreshing seeing a couple like y/n and william very publicly love on one another and be excited for things like this. congrats!!

When it was announced that he had taken a skate to the wrist, your heart dropped to your ass and through the floor. You knew how dangerous an injury to the wrist could be.

Oskar hadn’t been made aware of the severity of the injury and only knew that his Pappa needed to go to the hospital and get checked by the doctors.

“Pappa’s okay, right Mamma?” Oskar mumbled, face buried in the crook of your neck as the two of you sat in the family waiting room. William had already been admitted into surgery to check if it hit any nerves and stitch him up.

It had been too quiet for multiple minutes until your son spoke up, Christian and Victor looking towards the little boy.

“Yeah. Of course, Ossie Bear,” you replied, pushing back some of his curls as he pulled his face away from your neck.

Some of the media personnel had called you shortly after the game to inform you that they had taken William to the hospital and that there was no blood on the ice, so he was most likely going to be alright.

“They just need to make sure everything works,” Victor added on.

Oskar only hummed at his uncles response as he placed his head on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck.

More minutes passed until a doctor walks into the waiting room calling out Eklund.

You scrambled up from your seat a little too fast, your son tightening his grip on your neck as you stood up.

The doctor informed all of you that everything looked good and William was lucky the skate blade didn’t hit anything major. And that he most likely won’t be able to continue playing in worlds.

“He’s in the last room at the end of the hall to the left,” she added, smiling softly at the handful of you before excusing herself.

The entire room let out a breath of relief, beginning to make their way towards the room they were holding William in.

“Hey,” Christian whispered out into the dimly lit room, the sight of his son on the hospital bed groggy from the pain meds and anesthesia. “How ‘ya feeling, kid?”

William goofily smiles at the lot of you as you all enter, mumbling something incoherent before gently reaching out for Oskar and you.

“Hi, Pappa,” Oskar whispered, copying his grandfathers prior actions in being soft spoken. “Mamma and I got you something to not make you sad anymore.”

Albeit the drugs running its course through his system, William managed to sit up a little as he brought Oskar closer to his side, both parties weary of his injured hand. His eyes lit up at his son’s comment though, smile getting even wider, displaying his teeth.

“Yeah? What’d you get me, mitt hjärta?” He asked, voice slightly raspy.

Oskar looked towards you and the bag on your shoulder, reaching out for the gift hazardously stuffed into your purse.

“Ossie picked it out,” you spoke. “Thought it would make you feel better about everything.”

A white, fluffy duck was presented to the hockey player. Within the stuffed animals arms was a small duckling.

“Oh, bear,” William proclaimed, taking the gift in his uninjured hand and settling it in his lap. Eyes wide in appreciation and awe.

“It’s me and you, Pappa!” Oskar exclaimed, disregarding the soft noise level that had been established earlier. “I’m the little one and you’re the big one!”

“He told me it reminded him of the two of you,” you added, gently patting down your son’s curls.

The entire room silently awed and cooed as William and his son experienced a heart felt moment.

“Thank you, Ossie,” William croaked out, truly thankful for his son’s thoughtfulness. “Best gift I’ve ever received.”

Oskar’s eyes lit up at that, giggle a little as he gently laid himself against his Fathers chest and hugged him.

William held his son and the stuffed duck against his chest with his non injured hand, softly kissing Oskar’s head.

And as he held Oskar and the rest of his family mumbled to him and amongst themselves, William turned his eyes towards you, displaying the disappointment and sadness he truly felt but was hesitant to express in front of others.

You gave your husband a reassuring look that told him everything was going to be okay, both of your hands delicately grasping one of his biceps as you leaned over and placed a fleeting kiss onto William’s forehead.

You threw up. Again.

It was the third time this morning, the bathroom floor now becoming practically a second home to you as you barely left the room all morning.

“What’s wrong, Mamma?” Oskar asked, his tiny hand grasping your hair in a ponytail as you still leaned over the toilet seat while the other rubbed your back comfortingly.

You only groaned in response, reaching out to flush the toilet.

“Älskling? (Darling?)” William asks, peaking his head into the bathroom, sleep still heavy on his eyes as he rubbed them. “What’s wrong? You still throwing up?”

“Yes, Pappa,” Oskar answered for you. “I try to help. Rub her back like you, Pappa.”

William gently smiled down at his son as he entered the bathroom, sitting down on the floor with the two of you.

“Is that right, Ossie? Well, I know another way you can help,” William offered, patting down the wild and unruly curls of the four-year-old. “Why don’t you go downstairs and get the living room ready for a movie day? It might help Mamma feel better.”

At the suggestion of movie day and helping his Mother feel better, Oskar enthusiastically nodded and clumsily saluted before rushing out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

“How long you’ve been sick?” William asks, turning back towards you and pushing back the stray hair that fell in front of your face.

“Since I woke. Can’t keep anything down,” you replied, leaning into the comfortable warmth of your husband. “Don’t have a fever and I tested for COVID. Negative.”

William hummed in acknowledgment, wrapping his arms around you and resting his lips on the crown of your forehead.

A few moments passed before you slowly sat up, not from the need to puke but from a moment of realization.

“What day is it?” You asked, a slight distant look in your eyes.

William furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, hand rubbing your back. “Saturday, why?”

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach as the main possible reason you’re currently sick pops into your head. You’re late. Very late.

“I’m late,” you replied, mentally tallying the days since your last period.

It had been a near forty days since you last had your period back in May. With the draft and traveling back to Sweden and back to California made all the days blur together and you lose track of your period and birth control.

“You’re late? For what?” William asked, concern lacing his voice.

“My period,” you whispered.

The man before you froze, his hand stilling in its movements. It took him a while to process what you meant as his eyes widened.

“You want to test? Do we even have tests? Want me to go get some?” He rambled, slight panic in his voice as he sat up straighter and pulled you closer in response. “I can get some right now if you don’t know or don’t want to look.”

You smiled gently at his offer, shaking your head as you placed a hand on his knee. “We have some in the cabinet underneath the sink, Will.”

He merely nodded before bolting up and practically diving towards the cabinet, swinging open the doors and rummaging through the contents. He grabbed the first handful of tests he saw and brought them out.

“I can definitely get more if this isn’t enough,” he noted, the multiple pregnancy tests scattering onto the sink counter.

“It should be fine,” you answered, standing up and settling yourself by your husbands side. “Only need a couple.”

William only hummed, eyes never leaving the side of your face as you looked at the various of tests you had collected over the years.

“Want me to leave you to your business? Keep Bear occupied for a bit,” the Swedish man asked, fingers gently brushing themselves through your hair.

You nodded, knowing that it would be best for your son and husband to be occupied for a bit. William is known to get antsy during your pregnancy scare tests. It would be better to have him busy himself with a task during the wait.

“M’kay, älskade. Just text me when times up,” William commented, kissing your cheek a handful of times before exiting the bathroom, throwing one last look of comfort over his shoulder.

———

Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive.

They’re all positive.

Holy shit, you think. Every test you took that’s sitting in front of you are telling you that you’re pregnant.

Now, by having Oskar so young, neither you or William wanted kids so soon after him. But it had been a complete four years since you had your son. Neither of you had the talk about other kids yet, wanting to still soak up the time with just Oskar.

Just before you reached for your phone to notify William, a soft knock sounded at the bathroom door.

“Käraste?” William pokes his head into the bathroom. “All done?”

You hum in agreement, stepping to the side a bit as he entered and softly shut the door.

William short circuit at all the tests laid out, all positive. He slowly blinked once. Twice. Thrice before looking at you with slight tears in his eyes.

“Really?” He softly asks, his voice cracking from the emotion laced within it. “You’re — We’re pregnant?”

You smiled and nodded, same tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into your front.

William wrapped both his arms around your back and buried his face in your neck. He brought you so close to him that he lifted you off the ground a few inches.

“I hope it’s a girl this time,” he whispered, his lips tickling the skin of your neck.

The early morning skate had been a success for the Eklund boys.

William had managed to convince Ryan Warsofsky, his head coach, to allow Oskar to tag along for the teams morning skate.

The whole team had been excited to have the boy skated up on the ice. Albeit him being so young and tiny, he had pretty good balance on the ice, only falling or tripping over his feet a handful of times.

Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith had taken it upon themselves to entertain the young Eklund boy during practice. They played tag with him during water breaks, pretending to trip over their feet so the three-and-a-half year old could tag them. They passed pucks between his legs and practiced their stick handling skills, making the little boy giggle as he chased the rubber pucks. Macklin even held Oskar in his arms at one point, the child sideways as the teenager skated, the two making casual conversation.

Oskar had a blast to say the least.

When the two had arrived home an hour after you woke up, the child began talking about how much fun he had and how he couldn’t wait to do it again (mostly gushing about the two teenagers who played with him the entire practice). He promptly passed out on the couch after he ate his second breakfast of the day. William had joined his son not too long afterwards, both Eklund boys asleep on opposite ends of the furniture.

William had quietly left the house after he woke from his nap a couple of hours before he needed to be at the rink again. He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of Oskar’s head before softly kissing your lips, a silent goodbye to the both of you so as to not wake up the sleeping boy.

Getting Oskar ready wasn’t as much as a hassle as it usually is. He didn’t fuss or pout as you got him dressed and ready, proudly wearing his custom jersey.

“Ready to see Papa play?” You asked, holding his much smaller hand in yours as you both walked into the bustling arena, Felicia Wennberg trailing behind the two of you with her own children.

“Yeah!” Oskar exclaimed, excitement clear and buzzing.

He always loves seeing his Dad play and make plays out on the ice. He thought it was enchanting to watch him play. Oskar always complimented how he liked the way his Father skated out on the ice, as if he was floating. Everything about his Father, even his job, seemed surreal and amazing. He truly looked up to him in more ways than one.

“You think he’ll score tonight?” You questioned, picking him up to make it easier to maneuver your way to your designated seats.

“Of course! Papa’s a good scorer, Mama,” Oskar replied, head on your shoulder as he watched other fans of the Sharks and Bruins alike walk around. “Or he’ll get a pass”.

Oskar’s hockey terminology isn’t up to par with William or yours, so you know that he’s referring to an assist when he mumbles pass.

The two of you, including Felicia and her two kids, finally made it to your saved and designated seats by the other wives and girlfriends. It wasn’t too close to the glass but not far off where William wouldn’t be able to spot you both from the ice.

“Hope the boys break the Bruins win streak,” Felicia hopefully muttered to you once you all sat down, the two of you shoulder to shoulder while Oskar sat on the left of you and her children sat on the right of her.

You nodded in agreement. “I hope so too. It’d be good to get another win on the board”.

Conversation between the two of you flowed easily, both of your children also following into chatting as all five of you wait for warmups to start.

Warmups were Oskars favorite part of hockey games. He liked seeing all the things each individual player did before a game, especially whatever routine his Father decided to do that night.

“Mama?” Oskar asked, standing up in his seat as he leaned over to get your attention. “Can we go down to see Papa?”

“Of course! We always do, Ossie bear” you replied, swooping him in your arms as you kissed his pink cheeks.

By the time the five of you made it down to the glass, players had begun to skate out, flying by fans banging on the barrier separating them from the players.

Oskar had immediately began to bang on the glass with his palms, yelling for his Father, trying to catch his attention.

Macklin Celebrini had been the one to beeline towards the Eklund boy. A big smile spread on the tees lips, waving to Oskar as he held a puck in his hands, tossing it up over the glass for Oskar to catch.

“Hey, buddy!” Macklin exclaimed, tapping the glass with his gloved finger.

Oskar shrieked in excitement, holding the puck close to his chest as he slapped the glass. “Mack! Mack!”

Spotting his teammate animatedly talking to his son and wife, William grinned and made his way to the center player.

William gently collided with Macklin, wrapping his arms around the front of the teen, the both of them bouncing off the glass and spinning slightly.

“Papa!” Oskar shouted, hand slapping on the glass even harder. “Look! I got a puck!”

The young blond boy held up the puck that Mack tossed the child, grin so wide all of his teeth showed.

William smiled back at his son, rustling Macklin’s hair before the teen skated off to continue his warmup routine.

“I see that, bud! That was nice of him,” he commented, tapping the glass like the teen before him did.

His eyes darted up to you, the familiar look of adoration painted on his face as he watched you interact with Felicia and your son. William loved seeing the two of you at his games. It’s essentially what he lived for—seeing the two most important people in his life support him through every game and milestone in his career.

“Want to stay for media tonight, bud?” William asked, tossing pucks to fans near the two of you. “We can get gräddglass (ice cream) afterwards.”

At the mention of ice cream, Oskar nodded in agreement and you shot your husband a look, telling him that no matter the result of tonight’s game, he was in charge of taking care of Oskar during his sugar rush.

William only smiled, pressing some of his gloved fingers to his lips and putting them on the glass, his usual tell of ‘I love you’ before skating off. You and your son copied his action, eyes following as he ran off to join the others in their warmups.

“Hi, I’m so sorry” a voice piqued, catching your attention as you turned towards the direction of where the voice came from. “But would it be possible for me to get a picture with you? You’re just—You’re the coolest WAG ever!”

You chuckled a little, nodding as you adjusted Oskar in your arms.

The girl smiles widely and takes out her phone, leaning in a little and snapping the picture, all three of you smiling.

———

It had been a stressful first period.

The Sharks were shooting every chance they got, but none of them were successful. The game was tied at 0-0 for both teams going into the first intermission.

But within minutes of the second period, William had received a pass from Macklin, rushing down the ice as no one one the other team had been on defense. A Bruins player tried to block William’s shot, but his, and the goalies, efforts were in vain as the puck made contact with the net, the loud buzzer sound erupted throughout the arena.

Oskar jumped up from his seat, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Oh my God!” Felicia screamed, jumping up and down along with her children. “He scored!”

You had been standing up the second William’s stick touched the puck this period. You cheered alongside your son and close friend, embracing your son as you lightly shook him in your hold.

“Papa scored! Papa scored!” Oskar cheered, toothy smile on his face as he pumped his hands in the air in excitement.

As chaos and cheers erupted from the stands and ice, William took a moment from his celebration and pointed at the two of you, his gloved fingers touching his lips beforehand. He smiled widely up at you and Oskar, smoothly gliding across the ice on his way back to the bench.

You returned the favor and smiled back just as big, your son still cheering in your arms.

It was moments like this that made it all the more worth it to support your husband in his dreams. You knew every goal was dedicated not just to you and Oskar, but everyone else who supported him in his endeavors.

“Looks like Ossie’s staying for media tonight,” Felicia muttered to you, smiles still decorating your faces.

You laughed at her comment, nodding to it as Oskar continued to celebrate his Fathers first goal of the night.

“There was no shot he wasn’t going to do it. He’s going to steal all the spotlight from William,” you added, your son now perched in his seat, adamantly watching the game on the ice.

he’ll stay there for a bit and then fly back to san jose to help his family move up to canada. there’s also a lot just surrounding that process like passports, finding a permanent residence, and packing, so having william leave first while reader works more on the travel logistics just make sense.

of course the sharks help reader pack up and move when it is time as well as help reader take care of her children (more so cat and the other wives help with that aspect).

oskar is great on planes, but the eklunds aren’t too sure about anya as she was literally just born. so that’ll be an interesting journey for them.

it’ll definitely be a ROUGH process, but will be worth it. oskar is def not happy about it since that means he has to leave mack & smitty (don’t worry, the two are also NOT happy about it either). reader is still recovering from the birth so having her stay behind is more beneficial for her health wise.

vic.eklund: min lilla brorson! (my little nephew!) he was so little back then 😢

yourmomsuser: oskie!! growing up so fast

userone: the cutest eklund there is!

usertwo: + (y/n)!

yourbestie: i’ll miss ossie bear! have so much fun in sweden! say hay to mama eklund for me ❤️

catbtoffoli: have the awesomest time in sweden! see y’all in LA soon 😘

y/n.eklund: can’t wait to spend half the summer with you, cat ❤️

mackcelebrini: my buddy! i’ll miss you both mama shark & baby shark 😔

eklund_72: ❤️❤️😍😍

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eklund_72: my little buddy since day one <3

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fabianzetterlund: i fear he could out push-up us both

fimpen20: mina två pojkar! (my two boys!)

_willsmith2: oskar’s gotta teach me his form when he gets back

eklund_72: reminding him rn

alexanderwennberg: push-up contest when you get back

y/n.eklund: my two babies 💗

tofff73: oskar’s going to be the next best eklund on the ice!

sanjosesharks: i know that right! 🦈

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vic.eklund: min brorson är coolare än din 😎 (my nephew’s cooler than yours 😎)

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userone: the duality of oskar

yourbestie: such a nice & clean eater. wonder where he got it from lol

y/n.eklund: his father