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SUMMARY: A documentary following Mitch after his move to Vegas unexpectedly captures a quiet morning with his family. While making breakfast for three-year-old Arlo and two-year-old Reese, Mitch answers Arlo’s questions about you, love, hockey, and what makes somewhere home
WARNINGS: Fluff, family dynamics, breastfeeding, mentions of a sick baby, pregnancy discussion, emotional moments.
Requested: Mitch Marner + A behind-the-scenes documentary captures an unexpectedly emotional moment.
The documentary crew had been warned before they arrived that Arlo was still adjusting.
The move to Vegas had been exciting in theory, new house, new rink, new backyard, new things to explore, but three-year-olds didn’t really care about fresh starts or career changes.
Arlo cared that his room looked different when he woke up.
He cared that the streets outside weren’t the ones he knew, he cared that Toronto had been the only home he remembered, and suddenly everyone was calling this new place home instead.
That morning, when the documentary crew arrived, he was curled into the corner of the couch with Zeus practically lying on top of him.
His blond curls were messy from sleep, one hand buried in the dog’s fur while a cartoon played quietly in the background.
The second the front door opened and unfamiliar voices carried through the house, Arlo immediately looked toward Mitch “Daddy?”
Mitch had been talking to one of the producers near the kitchen, but his attention shifted instantly “You’re okay, buddy.”
Arlo stared suspiciously at the cameras, then at Mitch “Uppies.”
Mitch smiled immediately “You want up?”
Arlo nodded and slid from the couch, abandoning Zeus before hurrying across the room in his socks “Uppies, Daddy.”
Mitch bent and scooped him easily onto his hip, Arlo immediately tucked his face into Mitch’s neck. The camera caught Mitch rubbing slowly between his shoulder blades.
“They’re just hanging out with us today,” Mitch explained quietly. “Remember Daddy told you?”
Arlo peeked over his shoulder “Why?”
“I don’t really know,” Mitch admitted. “Apparently people want to watch Daddy do stuff.”
“You play hockey.”
Mitch looked toward the camera “There. Documentary finished.”
The crew laughed softly, Arlo remained firmly attached to him “They see Mommy?”
“They might.”
“Mommy sleeping.”
“She is.”
“Why?”
“Because Mommy deserves to sleep.”
Arlo nodded seriously “And Reese?”
“Reese is probably terrorizing Mommy upstairs.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Reese baby.”
Mitch snorted “Exactly. That’s how he gets away with everything.”
Eventually, Arlo agreed to sit at the kitchen island while Mitch started breakfast. He had apparently decided the cameras could remain as long as nobody tried to separate him from his dad.
Breakfast was simple, some oats, fruit. yogurt and because of Reese, almost everything in the house was lactose-free.
The crew had noticed it quickly.
One of them had asked why every yogurt, milk carton and packaged snack in the refrigerator seemed to have the same little lactose-free label.
Mitch had glanced toward the stairs before answering “Reese, my youngest, is lactose intolerant.”
The producer nodded “So you all switched?”
“Pretty much.” Mitch pulled two bowls from the cabinet “It’s easier this way.” Then, after a second, he added “ Y/N still breastfeeds him, so she has to be more careful with what she eats too.”
There was a slight shift in his expression, nothing dramatic. Just enough for the camera to notice “She had the worst of it.”
The producer asked gently, “When you first figured it out?”
Mitch nodded “We didn’t know for a while.”
He looked down while slicing strawberries “He was miserable. His stomach was always bothering him, he was crying all the time after eating, and obviously when she was breastfeeding him we didn’t understand why it was happening.”
His mouth tightened slightly “And she took it really hard because she was the one feeding him.”
The camera remained focused on him, Mitch continued quieter “She thought she was doing something wrong.” He shook his head immediately “She wasn’t. Obviously. But when your baby’s crying after you feed him…”
Mitch paused “That messes with you.”
Arlo, completely unaware of the emotional turn in conversation, stole a strawberry from the cutting board.
Mitch immediately pointed at him “Hey.”
Arlo grinned “I hungry.”
“Your breakfast is literally being made.”
“I need one.”
“You always need one.” Arlo ate it anyway, Mitch smiled before continuing “Y/N was the one taking him to appointments most of the time too, because I was playing.”
There was unmistakable guilt in his voice “She had to watch him go through all of it before we knew what it was.”
He swallowed “I think that’s why she’s more hesitant about another baby than I am.”
The producer perked up “Another baby?”
Mitch’s entire expression changed, a grin appeared immediately “Oh, I’m working on it.”
From his chair, Arlo looked up “Working?”
Mitch laughed “Nothing, buddy.”
Arlo’s questions began shortly afterward “Daddy?”
“Yeah?”
“You love Mommy?”
Mitch paused with the spoon in his hand, the camera caught it perfectly “Yeah,” he said softly. “I love Mommy very much.”
“More hockey?”
Mitch laughed “Way more than hockey.”
Arlo’s eyes widened “That lots.”
“That is lots.”
“And me?”
Mitch put the spoon down “You and Reese and Mommy are more important than anything.”
Arlo smiled “Mommy your best friend?”
That one got him, Mitch’s expression softened immediately “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Arlo nodded, Mitch leaned against the counter “Because Mommy makes Daddy really happy.”
Arlo considered that “She make me happy.”
“I know.”
“She give cuddles.”
“She does.”
“And kisses.”
“A million kisses.”
“And milk.”
Mitch burst out laughing, the crew laughed too. Arlo stared at everyone like he couldn’t understand what was funny “Reese gets milk.”
“Yes,” Mitch said through his laughter. “Reese definitely gets milk.”
“Mommy milk.”
“Yes.” Arlo nodded confidently, then came “I had Mommy milk?”
Mitch looked toward the stairs “Oh, buddy. You had Mommy milk forever.”
“I baby?”
“You were.”
“How long?”
Mitch shook his head “You’re asking the wrong parent because Mommy will tell you it was completely normal.”
It was several minutes later when you finally appeared at the top of the stairs and you weren’t alone. Reese was balanced sleepily against your chest, one arm wrapped around your neck and his cheek pressed against your shoulder.
At two, he was still soft with babyhood, messy blond curls, pink cheeks, heavy sleepy eyes. He was wearing pajama pants and a little shirt that had ridden up slightly where you were holding him.
The second Arlo saw you, his face lit up “MOMMY!”
You laughed sleepily “Good morning to you too.”
“MOMMY!”
“I heard you, baby.”
Then he pointed “REESE!”
Reese lifted his head “Arlo.” His voice was still thick with sleep, you kissed his temple “There he is.”
Mitch turned around, and his entire expression softened at the sight of both of you “Morning.”
You looked toward him “Morning.” He came over automatically, first kissing you, then Reese, Reese immediately reached for him “Daddy.”
“Oh, now you want Daddy?”
Mitch took him from your arms, Reese tucked himself against Mitch’s chest, you stretched your arms, relieved to be free for a second “He’s been attached to me since six.”
Mitch smirked “Shocking.”
You gave him a look “Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to call him spoiled.”
“He is spoiled.”
“He’s two.”
“He knows exactly what he’s doing.”
Reese lifted his head “Mama.”
You pointed toward him “See? He needs me.”
Mitch stared “He literally just said your name.”
“He needs emotional security.”
“He needs breakfast.”
“I made him.” Mitch gestured toward the second bowl already waiting at the counter, your expression immediately softened.
“You made his separately?”
“Obviously.”
You walked over and looked at it, lactose-free yogurt, fruit cut smaller than Arlo’s and oats prepared with the milk Reese tolerated “You’re cute.”
Mitch smiled “I know.”
Once Reese was buckled into his chair beside Arlo, breakfast became considerably louder. Arlo was enthusiastically telling you everything Mitch had apparently revealed while you were upstairs.
“Mommy!”
“What?”
“Daddy say you his girl.”
Your eyebrows lifted, you slowly turned toward Mitch “Oh?”
Mitch immediately pointed at your oldest “He started it.”
“I said Mommy your girl.”
“You did,” Mitch agreed.
You smiled “And what did Daddy say?”
Arlo practically shouted “YES!” You laughed, Mitch looked slightly embarrassed “He interrogated me.”
“About?”
“Everything.”
Arlo continued “Daddy say you best friend.”
Your expression softened “You said that?” Mitch shrugged, suddenly very interested in his coffee “You are.”
You walked closer and kissed his cheek “That was smooth.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.”
“Even smoother.”
Reese watched your kiss before immediately pointing toward Mitch “Kiss Mama.”
Mitch looked at him “You too?”
Reese nodded “Kiss.”
You laughed “Apparently both our children are invested.”
Mitch wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you properly this time, Arlo squealed and Reese clapped. You pulled away laughing “This documentary is going to become family content instead of hockey.”
“Probably more interesting.”
Arlo eventually returned to eating, then, halfway through his oats, he said quietly “I miss Toronto.”
Everything softened, you stopped beside him, Mitch immediately looked over “I know, buddy.”
“My old room.”
You rubbed his curls “I know.”
“My park.”
“Yeah.”
“And my friends.” Your heart squeezed, Mitch crouched beside his chair “It’s okay to miss them buddy.”
Arlo looked at him “Why Vegas home?”
Mitch rested his hand on his knee “Because Daddy plays hockey here now.”
“Forever?”
“Probably not forever.”
Arlo frowned “Then where home?”
The room went quiet, Mitch looked at you briefly then back at his son “Home is wherever Mommy and Daddy are with you.”
Arlo blinked “And Reese?”
Mitch smiled “And Reese.”
“And Zeus?”
Mitch looked toward Zeus lying underneath the island “And Zeus.”
Arlo thought for a moment “So Vegas home?”
“Yeah.”
“Toronto home?”
“Toronto is home too.”
You leaned down and kissed the top of his blond curls “You can have more than one place that feels like home.”
Arlo nodded slowly then returned to his strawberries like the matter had been settled. The conversation should have ended there, instead, Mitch made the mistake of bringing up another baby while cameras were still rolling.
You were helping Reese scoop yogurt onto his spoon when Mitch casually said “You know what this house needs?”
You didn’t even look up “No.”
He laughed “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I absolutely know what you were going to say.”
“What?”
“A daughter.”
Mitch smiled “A daughter.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“Mitch.”
“One little girl.”
You finally turned toward him “You say ‘one little girl’ like you can order one.”
Arlo looked between you “Girl?”
Mitch pointed at him “A baby sister buddy.”
Arlo’s eyes widened “Baby?”
You immediately pointed toward Mitch “Do not recruit him.”
Mitch laughed “Would you like a baby sister?” Arlo nodded before fully understanding the question “Yes.”
“See?”
“He would also say yes if you asked him whether he wanted a giraffe.”
“I want giraffe.”
You stared at Mitch “Excellent work.” Mitch laughed loudly, Reese was now looking toward you too “Baby?”
“No baby.”
Mitch leaned against the counter “Yet.”
You narrowed your eyes “Mitch.”
He smiled innocently “I’m just saying.”
“You are always just saying.”
“One little girl with your eyes.” You immediately softened despite yourself, Mitch saw it “There.”
“No.”
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You want one.”
You sighed “I would love a little girl.” Mitch’s smile became enormous “But,” you added immediately, “I also nearly lost my mind when Reese was a baby.”
His expression changed, softer now “I know.”
“We didn’t know what was wrong with him.” You looked toward Reese, who was happily smashing a blueberry into his yogurt “I felt horrible every time I fed him and then he would scream because his stomach hurt.”
Mitch stepped closer “I know.”
“And I had to change everything I ate.”
“Yeah.”
“And take him to appointments constantly.”
Mitch reached for your hand “You did most of it.” You glanced at him “You were playing.”
“I know, but you still did most of it.” There was guilt there again “You were the one sitting in doctors’ offices. You were the one awake with him. You were the one breastfeeding him while trying to figure out what was making him sick.”
His thumb brushed across your knuckles “You suffered more with Reese than I did.”
You shook your head “We both did.”
“No.” His tone remained gentle “I hated seeing him sick.” He glanced toward your youngest “But you had to see him suffer because of something coming from your own body before we understood what it was.”
Your eyes immediately softened “And I know you blamed yourself.”
You looked down “ I did for a little while.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
“I know that now.”
Mitch squeezed your hand “That’s why I’m not actually going to pressure you.”
You gave him a look “You pressure me every other day.”
“Playfully.”
“You sent me a pink nursery picture last week.”
“It was cute.”
“You sent me four.”
“One had a really good crib.” You laughed, Mitch glanced toward Reese “He’s still breastfeeding, too.”
You immediately knew what was coming “Don’t.”
“He’s spoiled.”
“Mitch.”
“He is.”
You stared at him “Baby, Arlo was two and I literally had him breastfeeding on one boob and Reese on the other.”
The entire documentary crew went silent, Mitch’s face changed instantly, Arlo looked up and Reese continued eating. Then Mitch started laughing so hard he had to turn away “You cannot say that with cameras here.”
“You brought it up!”
“I said he was spoiled!”
“And I’m proving that he isn’t uniquely spoiled.”
Mitch covered his mouth, still laughing “You were tandem feeding them.”
“Yes.”
“Like a dairy station.”
Your mouth dropped open “Mitchell Daniel Marner.”
He immediately stepped backward “I’m sorry.”
“You better be.” The crew was openly laughing now, you pointed at him “ Because you loved it when they were both attached to me because they were quiet.”
Mitch nodded “That is true.”
“You would walk past and be like, ‘Everybody good?’ and then disappear.”
“I brought you water.”
“You brought me water because I threatened you.”
“That still counts.”
You tried not to laugh but failed. Mitch came closer again and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind “Okay. I appreciate everything you did.”
“Better.”
“And still do.”
“Better.”
“And you’re an incredible mom.”
You leaned back against him “Much better.” He kissed your temple “And I’ll stop calling Reese spoiled.”
You turned slightly “Really?”
“No.”
You shoved him away while laughing, a few minutes later, Reese finished eating and immediately held both arms toward you “Mama.”
Mitch pointed “Exhibit A.”
You ignored him and lifted Reese from his chair, your youngest curled into you instantly, resting his head on your shoulder. You kissed the top of his curls “Don’t listen to Daddy.”
Mitch reached over and tickled Reese’s side “He knows Daddy loves him.”
Reese giggled and buried his face in your neck, Arlo immediately demanded “Me too!”
You opened one arm, Arlo climbed down and squeezed himself against your side. For a few seconds, both boys were attached to you.
Two heads of blond curls, two little bodies pressed close. You kissed Arlo’s forehead before kissing Reese’s hair.
The camera caught Mitch watching and his expression said everything before he even spoke “You see why I want another one?”
You looked at him over Arlo’s head “You see why I’m exhausted?”
Mitch smiled “I’ll do night shifts.”
“You said that with Reese.”
“I did night shifts.”
“You slept through crying.”
“I was tired.”
“So was I!”
He laughed, then his expression softened again “One day.”
You looked at him “What?”
“One day, maybe.” His hand came up to brush Reese’s curls away from his forehead “A little girl.”
You smiled despite yourself “Maybe.”
Mitch’s eyebrows shot up, the crew immediately caught it “Maybe?”
“Do not make that face.”
“You said maybe.”
“I did.”
“So that’s progress.”
“Mitch.”
“I’m shutting up.” He absolutely wasn’t “You think she’d have curls?”
You laughed “All our kids apparently have curls.”
“And blond.”
“Probably.”
“Your eyes.”
“You’re designing her again.”
“Our boys would love her.”
Arlo looked up “Baby sister?” Mitch grinned, you closed your eyes “Great.” Arlo smiled “I want baby sister.” Mitch pointed triumphantly “Two against one.”
You looked toward Reese “Reese, say no baby.” Reese blinked at you then said “Baby.”
Mitch nearly collapsed laughing “Three against one.”
You stared at all three of them “You are all traitors.” Arlo giggled, Reese giggled because Arlo was giggling and Mitch came over to wrap his arms around all of you.
When the documentary eventually aired, the segment about Vegas was supposed to focus on change. A new team, anew city, a different chapter of Mitch’s career. Instead, the scene people remembered most happened around a kitchen island.
Arlo asking where home was, Reese eating lactose-free yogurt with half of it on his face. You talking openly about how hard his first months had been.
Mitch admitting that watching you struggle while he was away playing had stayed with him and then, somehow, the conversation turning into Mitch campaigning for a daughter.
The final shot showed you standing between your two boys, one on your hip and the other wrapped around your leg.
Mitch stood behind you with his chin resting briefly against the top of your head.
Arlo looked toward the camera “Vegas home.”
You smiled down at him “Vegas is home.”
Then Mitch quietly added “For now.”
You immediately elbowed him “Mitch.”
He laughed “What?”
“You’re going to make him think we’re moving again.”
“No, I meant—”
“Daddy!” Arlo complained.
You started laughing, Reese joined in without knowing why and the scene faded out with Mitch defending himself while you tried to keep both curly-haired boys from climbing all over you.
The documentary caption underneath simply read:
For Mitch Marner, home changed. His family didn’t.
