#nm29

Across the patio, Cale Makar snorts into his beer. “Ugh, you’re disgustingly in love. It’s actually offensive.”

“Jealousy’s not a good look on you,” Nate fires back, but he’s grinning, pressing a kiss to your shoulder that makes you shiver despite the heat.

You’ve been engaged for three months now — three months since Nate proposed on a hiking trail at sunrise, both of you sweaty and breathless, his carefully planned speech abandoned in favor of “I can’t wait anymore, I need you to be my wife.” You’d said yes before he could even get the ring out of his pocket.

“I’m not jealous,” Cale protests. “I’m just saying, some of us are trying to enjoy our off-season without watching you two be all-” he waves his hand vaguely, “-like that.”

“Like what?” You ask innocently.

“Like you’re the only two people in the world,” Gabe’s wife, Melissa, supplies, but she’s smiling. “It’s actually very sweet. Ignore him.”

“We’re not that bad,” Nate says.

“You are,” chorus at least four different voices.

You laugh, tucking yourself closer against Nate’s chest. You love this — the easy camaraderie, the way his teammates have welcomed you into their circle like you’ve always belonged there. When you first started dating Nate two years ago, you’d been terrified of this part. You were just an occupational therapist from Denver, hardly the type to fit into the NHL world of models and influencers. But Nate had held your hand through every introduction, every team event, until it stopped feeling scary and started feeling like family.

“Alright, alright,” Gabe calls out, standing up and clapping his hands together. “Who’s ready for dessert? Mel made her famous triple chocolate brownies, we’ve got ice cream, pie-”

“I’m good,” Nate says immediately.

The speed of his response makes you bite back a smile. You’ve watched Nate turn down dessert at every single team function for the two years you’ve known him. Watched him politely refuse birthday cake, wedding cake, championship celebration cake. His discipline is legendary — bordering on obsessive, if you’re being honest. No sugar, no refined carbs, no gluten, no dairy unless it’s specifically approved by his nutritionist.

“Come on,” Scott Wedgewood groans. “It’s the off-season. Live a little.”

“I am living,” Nate says. “I feel great.”

“You feel like a robot,” Martin Nečas chimes in. “When’s the last time you had a cookie?”

Nate considers this. “I don’t remember.”

“Exactly!” Martin throws his hands up. “This is what I’m saying. You’ve forgotten what cookies taste like.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Nate argues. “I just don’t need them.”

“Everyone needs cookies,” Cale says solemnly.

You’re trying so hard not to laugh that your shoulders are shaking. Nate notices, squeezing your hip. “You think this is funny?”

“I think you’re very disciplined,” you say diplomatically.

“She thinks you’re crazy,” Cale translates. “We all do. In a loving way.”

“My diet works for me,” Nate says, and there’s an edge to his voice now — the same edge that appears whenever anyone questions his methods, his training, his relentless pursuit of perfection. “I’m not going to apologize for taking care of my body.”

“No one’s asking you to apologize,” Gabe says peacefully. “We’re asking you to have a brownie.”

“Hard pass.”

You can feel the tension creeping into Nate’s shoulders, so you slide your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know he likes. He relaxes incrementally.

“What about you, Y/N?” Melissa asks. “Brownie? Ice cream?”

“Maybe in a bit,” you say. “I’m still full from those burgers.”

“Which were incredible,” you add to Gabe, who beams.

“Secret’s in the seasoning,” he says. “I’ll give you the recipe.”

“Please do. I’ve been trying to expand my cooking repertoire beyond pasta and tacos.”

“Pasta,” Nate mutters, and you elbow him gently.

“Some of us eat pasta, babe.”

“I know. I’m not saying you shouldn’t.”

“You’re thinking it very loudly.”

He grins, unrepentant. “I would never.”

The conversation flows around you — playoff predictions for next season, summer vacation plans, someone’s new boat. You’re only half-listening, too aware of the way Nate’s hand has started sliding higher on your thigh, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. It’s subtle enough that no one else would notice, but you notice. You always notice.

“You okay?” You murmur, low enough that only he can hear.

“Perfect,” he says, but his eyes have gone dark in a way you recognize. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how good you look in this dress.”

Heat flushes through you. “Nate.”

“What? I can’t compliment my fiancée?”

“You can compliment me without looking at me like-” you break off, glancing around, but everyone’s distracted by an argument about whether Cale or Devon Toews is the better golfer.

“Like what?” Nate’s voice is all innocence, but his hand squeezes your thigh.

“You know what.”

“Do I?”

You shift in his lap, ostensibly to get more comfortable, and feel him tense. “Yeah,” you breathe. “You do.”

He makes a low sound in the back of his throat. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I like fire.”

“Jesus,” he mutters. Then, louder, “Hey Gabe, where’s your bathroom again?”

“Powder room’s just inside, down the hall to the left,” Gabe calls back without looking.

Nate stands, lifting you with him effortlessly. “Be right back.”

“I have to go check … something,” you smooth your dress, already moving toward the house.

“Oh my god,” you hear Cale say. “Are they seriously-”

“Let them be young and in love,” Melissa says, laughing.

You’re blushing furiously as Nate guides you through the sliding glass door, his hand firm on your lower back. The cool air conditioning hits you like a wall, raising goosebumps on your arms.

“Down the hall to the left,” you remind him.

“I heard him.”

The powder room is small and elegant, all white subway tile and gold fixtures. Nate locks the door behind you and you’re about to turn around when he’s already there, spinning you to face him, backing you against the sink.

“Hi,” he says, and his smile is wicked.

“Hi yourself.”

“You know what you do to me in this dress?”

“I’m getting an idea.”

He laughs, low and rough, and then he’s kissing you — deep and hungry and tasting like the lemonade he’s been drinking all afternoon. You wind your arms around his neck, pressing closer, and he lifts you onto the counter in one smooth motion.

“Nate,” you gasp when he moves to your neck, kissing and sucking in a way that’s definitely going to leave marks. “We can’t—everyone’s right outside-”

“Then you better be quiet,” he murmurs against your skin.

Your head falls back against the mirror. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair,” he says, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your dress higher, “is you sitting in my lap all afternoon looking like this. Smelling like this. Driving me fucking crazy.”

“I was just sitting there.”

“You were torturing me.” His fingers find the edge of your underwear and you forget how to breathe. “All I could think about was getting you alone. Getting my mouth on you.”

“We should—oh god—we should go home-”

“Don’t want to wait,” he says, dropping to his knees, and suddenly his face is between your thighs and you have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from making a sound.

He hooks your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, and then his mouth is on you through the thin fabric of your underwear and you see stars.

“Nate,” you whimper, “please-”

He pulls back just enough to hook his fingers in the waistband. “Lift up, baby.”

You do, and he slides them down your legs, tucking them into his pocket with a grin that should be illegal. Then he’s back between your thighs, no barriers now, and the first touch of his tongue has you grabbing his hair for balance.

“Fuck,” you breathe, trying desperately to stay quiet. “Fuck, that’s—oh my god-”

He hums against you, the vibration making you jolt, and his hands grip your hips to hold you steady. You can feel him smile against you — the bastard — and then he’s working you with his tongue in a way that suggests he has no intention of rushing this.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, the words muffled. “So sweet. Better than any dessert.”

“You’re—oh god, right there—you’re insane-”

“About you? Yeah.” He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark and blown wide. “Could do this for hours. All day. Just making you feel good.”

“Nate, please, I need-”

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“You know what I need.”

“Want to hear you say it.”

You tug his hair, impatient. “Stop teasing.”

“Make me.”

You’re about to argue when he seals his mouth over you again, sucking hard, and whatever you were going to say dissolves into a strangled moan. His tongue is relentless, finding every spot that makes you shake, and when he slides two fingers inside you, you have to bite down on your other hand to keep quiet.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “So good for me. So perfect.”

The praise sends heat flooding through you, and he knows it, the smug bastard. He’s always known exactly what to say, how to touch you, what you need before you even know you need it. Two years together and he still takes you apart like it’s his favorite thing in the world.

Maybe it is.

“Getting close,” he says, and it’s not a question. He can read your body like a book, knows every tell, every sign. “Can feel it. You gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, just don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

“Never.” His fingers curl inside you, finding that perfect spot, and his tongue works faster. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me taste it.”

You shatter, clamping your hand over your mouth just in time to muffle the cry that tears from your throat. Pleasure crashes through you in waves and Nate works you through it, gentle now, coaxing every last aftershock until you’re trembling and oversensitive.

“Too much,” you finally manage, tugging weakly at his hair.

He pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, and when he looks up at you his chin is wet and his expression is pure satisfaction. “You okay?”

“I—yeah. More than okay.” You’re still catching your breath, head spinning. “That was-”

“I know.” He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it sends another aftershock of pleasure through you.

“Your turn,” you say when you can think again, reaching for his belt.

He catches your hands, bringing them to his lips instead. “Later.”

“Nate, you can’t just-”

“Want to,” he says simply. “Want to take my time with you when we get home. Right now I just wanted to taste you. Savor my treat.”

You stare at him. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.” He helps you down from the counter, steadying you when your legs wobble. “Besides, if I let you start something right now, we’ll be in here for the next half hour and people will definitely notice.”

“Pretty sure they already noticed.”

He grins, unrepentant. “Worth it.”

You shake your head, trying to fix your hair in the mirror. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“I love you,” you correct, and his expression softens.

“Love you too.” He kisses you again, gentle this time. “More than anything.”

“Even more than your meal prep?”

“Even more than my meal prep.”

“Wow. That’s serious.”

He laughs, the sound bright and unguarded. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who just-” you gesture vaguely at the counter, “-in your captain’s bathroom.”

“And you’re the one who followed me in,” he corrects. “What about it?”

“What about it? Nate, we’re going to have to go back out there and face these people.”

“So?”

“So they’re going to know exactly what we were doing!”

“Let them know.” He slides his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. “I’m not ashamed of being crazy about my fiancée.”

You bury your face in his chest. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“What a way to go.”

You can’t help but laugh, even as you’re dying of embarrassment. This is Nate — sweet and intense and occasionally ridiculous, and god help you, you love every part of him.

“Okay,” you say finally. “Okay. We can do this. We’re adults. We can walk out there with dignity.”

“Absolutely.”

“Cool and casual.”

“The coolest.”

“Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“My underwear’s in your pocket.”

He grins, patting said pocket. “I know. Keeping them.”

“You can’t-”

“Can and will. Come on.” He unlocks the door, checking the hallway before pulling you out. “Coast is clear.”

You make it halfway back to the patio before Cale’s voice carries through the open door: “Twenty bucks says Mac’s got that stupid satisfied grin on his face.”

“Sucker bet,” Devon responds. “Look at him.”

Nate doesn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed. He just guides you back to the chair and pulls you into his lap like nothing happened, like he didn’t just make you come apart in someone else’s bathroom.

“Feel better?” Gabe asks innocently.

“Much,” Nate says.

You hide your face in his shoulder, burning with embarrassment, but he just laughs and holds you closer.

“So,” Melissa says, wheeling out a cart laden with desserts. “Who wants what? We’ve got brownies, ice cream, lemon meringue pie, chocolate chip cookies-”

“I’m good,” Nate says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Seriously,” Cale says. “Not even a bite?”

“Nah. Just had my fill.”

You make a strangled sound and Nate’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. His hand finds yours, threading your fingers together.

“What about you, Y/N?” Melissa asks.

“I’m-” you clear your throat. “I’m okay. Thank you though.”

“You sure? These brownies are really-”

“She’s sure,” Nate interrupts, and when you glance up at him his eyes are dancing with mischief. “She’s very satisfied.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, but you’re fighting a smile.

Cale makes a gagging noise. “I can’t believe you two. In the bathroom. At a team function.”

“What happens in the powder room stays in the powder room,” Nate says solemnly.

“That’s Vegas, you idiot,” Devon says.

“Same principle.”

“It’s really not.”

Gabe’s laughing so hard he’s crying. “I’m never going to be able to use that bathroom again without thinking about this.”

“You’re welcome,” Nate says.

“I hate you,” you inform him.

“No you don’t.”

“I’m reconsidering the engagement.”

“Liar.” He kisses your temple. “You’re stuck with me.”

And the terrible thing is he’s right. You are stuck with him — this sweet, intense, occasionally ridiculous man who turns down birthday cake but devours you like you’re the only sustenance he needs. Who drives his teammates crazy with his discipline but throws it all out the window when it comes to you.

“For the record,” you say quietly, just for him, “you’re going to pay for this later.”

His grin is sharp and promising. “Looking forward to it.”

Across the patio, Melissa starts serving dessert to everyone else. The brownies do look incredible — rich and fudgy, still slightly warm. The ice cream is that fancy kind from the artisan place downtown. But Nate doesn’t even glance at them. His attention is entirely on you, his hand warm on your thigh, his thumb tracing idle patterns that make you shiver.

“You really don’t want any?” You ask, nodding toward the spread.

“Don’t need it,” he says. “Got everything I want right here.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“You love it when I’m cheesy.”

“I really don’t.”

“You’re blushing.”

“That’s residual embarrassment.”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “Sure it is.”

The afternoon wears on, the sun sinking lower, painting everything golden. Someone starts a game of cornhole. Music drifts from the speakers. You relax into Nate’s embrace, letting the conversation wash over you — trash talk about next season, gossip about trades and drafts, someone’s terrible golf swing.

“Hey Mac,” Martin calls out after a while. “You sure you don’t want even one cookie? They’re really good.”

Nate doesn’t even hesitate. “I’m sure. Already had the sweetest thing here.”

The entire patio groans.

“That was awful,” Cale says.

“That was genuinely painful to hear,” Scott adds.

“I thought it was sweet,” Melissa offers.

“Thank you, Mel,” Nate says.

“Still awful though.”

“Can’t please everyone.”

You’re laughing, red-faced and mortified and completely, utterly in love. This is your life now — team barbecues and terrible hockey puns and a fiancé who’s more obsessed with you than he is with his macros. Who looks at you like you hung the moon, who makes you feel cherished and desired and completely safe all at once.

“What are you thinking about?” Nate murmurs, low enough that only you can hear.

“You.”

“Yeah?”

“How lucky I am.”

His expression softens, goes tender in a way he only ever shows you. “Baby, I’m the lucky one.”

“We could debate this.”

“We could. But I’d win.”

“Confident.”

“About you? Always.”

You kiss him, soft and sweet, not caring who’s watching. He makes a content sound, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Get a room!” Someone yells — probably Cale.

Nate pulls back just enough to yell back, “We did! You didn’t like that either!”

The entire patio dissolves into laughter, and you hide your burning face in his neck, but you’re laughing too. You can’t help it.

“I love you,” you tell him, quiet and sure.

“Love you too,” he says. “More than any dessert in the world.”

“Even the triple chocolate brownies?”

“Defintely more than those.”

“That’s true love right there.”

“Damn right it is.”

The sun sets. The party continues. Someone breaks out a guitar. Melissa brings out a fire pit and marshmallows, though Nate politely declines those too. You stay wrapped in his arms, warm and sated and ridiculously happy.

Later, when you’re finally home and Nate’s making good on his promise to take his time with you, you’ll think about this moment. About the way he chose you over dessert, over discipline, over everything he usually holds sacred. About the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing worth breaking his rules for.

But right now, in Gabe’s backyard, surrounded by friends and laughter and the smell of sugar you’re both ignoring, you just hold him close and let yourself be loved.

“Hey,” Nate says after a while.

“Hey yourself.”

“Thanks for coming with me today.”

You pull back to look at him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugs, a little self-conscious. “I know team stuff can be a lot sometimes. Appreciate you being here.”

“Nate.” You cup his face, making him meet your eyes. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. These are your people. Which makes them my people too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He kisses you again, and it tastes like promise, like forever, like coming home.

“Ready to head out?” He asks eventually.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You say your goodbyes — enduring Cale’s knowing looks and Scott’s eyebrow waggling and Gabe’s promise to send you the burger recipe. Melissa hugs you tight and whispers, “He’s crazy about you, you know. In the best way.”

“I know,” you whisper back. “I’m pretty crazy about him too.”

In the car, Nate immediately reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together on the center console. The city lights blur past, the radio playing something soft and forgettable.

“Good day?” He asks.

“Great day.”

“Even the part where I traumatized everyone with my lack of filter?”

“Somehow even that part.”

He laughs. “You’re terrible.”

“You love it.”

“I really do.”

The drive home is short, familiar. You’ve made this trip a hundred times, a thousand times, from his place to yours and back again until the distinction stopped mattering. Next month you’re moving into a new place together — a house with a yard and space for a home gym and a kitchen that makes Nate’s eyes light up when he talks about all the meal prep he can do.

“What do you want to do when we get home?” You ask innocently.

Nate’s grin is sharp. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Do they involve dessert?”

“Baby,” he says, “they involve you. So yeah. The only kind of dessert I want.”

You laugh, squeezing his hand. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You knew what you were signing up for.”

“I really did.”

And as he pulls into the driveway, as he helps you out of the car and pulls you close for another kiss under the porch light, you think about how perfect this is. How right. This man who’s disciplined and focused and completely unhinged when it comes to you.

Your fiancé. Your future husband. Your favorite person in the world.

Who needs dessert when you’ve got this?

“Come on,” Nate says, tugging you toward the door. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

“You just did that at Gabe’s.”

“That was the appetizer,” he says, and his eyes are dark with promise. “Now I want the full course.”

You laugh, following him inside, and let the door close behind you.

After all, everyone needs dessert sometimes.

Even if Nate’s version looks a lot different than everyone else’s.

“Fine, did you put Nutella and strawberries in here like I asked? Last time you were very skimpy on Nutella.” You raise an eyebrow. 

“I did, but you didn’t check the bowl when I gave it to you, did you?” He picks the bowl up off your bump and urges you to sit up. 

“No, I just let you set it on my bump, and I thought it would be fun to see how long it would stay.” You smile sheepishly and take the bowl back. Taking a peek inside, you see there is a generous amount of both strawberries and Nutella on the oatmeal. “I’ll eat it now.”

“Thank you.” Nathan watches you take a bite before kissing your forehead and getting up. “I’ll be back around noon, then we’ll finish up the nursery. Please don’t touch it while I’m gone. I can’t have you getting hurt.”

“I won’t, I’ll probably watch something.” You shrug. “There are some shows I want to start.”

“Whatever keeps you out of the nursery.” He agrees and walks to grab his gear. 

“This oatmeal is really good, babe.” You hum and take a few more bites. 

“All to your liking?” 

“Yeah, perfect amount of Nutella this time.” Nathan comes back with his backpack slung over his shoulder. 

“I’m glad, I’ll be back to make lunch.” You smile over at him, and he sits on the arm of the couch.

“Okay. I’m coming to the game tonight, though. I can’t keep staying in this fucking house, or else I’ll lose my goddamn mind.” You sigh and lean your head into your hand. 

“I don’t want you to lose your mind staying in this house.” He chuckles.

“Oof.” You put a hand on your bump as your baby girl kicks. “She’s active today.”

Nathan reaches down and places a hand on the curve of your stomach. “Very active, be nice to your momma, baby girl. I have to go now, or I’m gonna be late. I'll see you in a few hours.”

“Drive safe.” He nods and cups your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. 

“I will.”

“Good. Now I can’t have my baby daddy being late to practice.” You peck his mouth again. 

“Baby daddy? I’m your husband.” Nathan scoffs, and you laugh. 

“My husband, who is going to be late. You have full permission to blame me, and tell Bednar to call me.” 

“You’re in a silly mood this morning. I love you, my beautiful wife, who is doing such a good job keeping our baby safe. I’ll be home later.” He kisses you one last time. 

“I love you too.”

Nathan leaves for practice, and you settle back into the couch with your oatmeal. You try to get comfortable watching a show, but the thought of the still unfinished nursery. You know Nathan would kill you for even setting foot in there. However, your mind keeps wandering, and the trash TV show you’re watching does nothing to distract you. Your eyes flick up the stairs, and you sigh. Pushing yourself off the couch, you waddle up the stairs. God, you hate fucking waddling. 

The nursery is almost finished, the crib is halfway built, the walls are painted to a pretty light blue, and all of the clothes, toys, and diapers need to be organized. It’s all so disorganized, and you need to do something about it. 

Your phone rings on the changing table, another thing that needs to be finished, you grab it and press it to your ear. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing today?” Melissa Landeskog says cheerfully over the line. 

“Nate’s gonna kill me.” You sigh and open the boxes of baby clothes and stuffed animals. 

“I'm sure whatever you're doing wouldn't warrant that.” 

“It’s been about twenty minutes since he left for practice, and I did the one thing he asked me not to do.” You want to turn around and walk away from the room, but you just can’t. “I’m in the nursery, and I just keep on thinking about all the things that need to be done in this house before the baby gets here. God, I think I’m going crazy, like I’ve been home for what? Three days? And I already have cabin fever.”

“Slow down, honey. Do you need me to come over and help you sort everything out? I would happily do that.” Melissa offers generously. 

“No, I can’t do that. Nate already said he would help me once he got back from practice. I just can’t seem to sit still.” You slump into the rocking chair placed in the corner of the room.

“You’re normally so busy, Y/N, it’s fine that you’re feeling this way. But you’re having a baby, honey.” 

“I know I am, I just feel so useless.” You rock slowly back and forth, hand resting on your belly.

“You’re pregnant, not useless.” Melissa chuckles. 

“Well, it doesn’t feel that way, I mean, my attending benched me from all surgeries, so I was doing scut work as if I’m not a goddamn doctor.” You feel tears burning at the back of your eyes, “I’ve just been doing so much since the moment I left home at 18, that being told to sit back and relax makes me want to say damn them all and do everything. Sorry, I’m just emotional right now.”

“Never apologize, you have every right to feel this way. But I have to ask, have you told Nathan any of this?” Melissa is a voice of reason, like an older sister who knows just what to say. “I’m taking your silence as a no.”

“I just don’t want to bother him with it, he’s stressed about making the playoffs, and I’m 36 weeks pregnant. He has enough on his plate.” You rub your temples.

“You are his top priority, like the utmost important thing in his life right now. Playoffs be damned, he wants you to be safe. So telling him how you’re feeling is something he deserves to know.” Everything Melissa says makes you realize how in the dark you’ve been keeping him. All for the so-called sake of protecting him, but have you really?

“Thanks for this, Mel. I should talk to him.” You come to the conclusion easily. 

“You should. If no one has told you yet, you’re doing great. You and Nate are going to be amazing parents.” The words catch up to you, and a tear rolls down your face. 

“Thank you, it really means a lot.”

“It’s really no problem,” Melissa guffaws, “Will I see you at the game later?”

“Yeah, you will.” You sniff and wipe at your eyes. 

“Good, I’ll see you then. Bye Y/N.” Melissa says. 

“Bye Mel.” 

The phone call ends, and you drop your phone into your lap with a sigh. You don’t really feel like getting up from the chair, and there’s a box of toys next to you. You pick up a dog plush that someone got you for the baby shower. You stroke its head and set it on the curve of your bump. Baby girl kicks, and you let out a watery laugh. 

“Like the dog baby girl?” You ask, and the flutters come back, “I guess so. It’s all yours, girly.”

You keep on rocking back and forth, cradling the plush against your chest. Your eyes begin to close, and sleep overtakes you. 

•••

“Y/N!” Nathan yells, and you’re awoken from your nap. “Baby, where are you?”

You clear your throat, “I’m up here.” 

You hear him walk up the stairs and peer into the doorway of the nursery, the worry is clear on his face. “I told you I would be back to help.”

“I didn’t touch anything. I just got anxious, but Mel and I talked for a bit, so that took my mind off things. Then I fell asleep.” You feel bad because Nathan looks extremely concerned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He crouches in front of you. “Do you want to get this done now or have lunch first?”

“Lunch.” You agree. 

“Alright.” He helps you up from the rocking chair and places a hand on your lower back. “What did Mel have to talk you down from?”

“I guess I should talk to you about it.” You look over your shoulder at him. “I’ve been feeling pretty useless lately, like yes, I went on maternity leave three days ago, but I was feeling useless at work for weeks too. But I didn’t want to bother you because you have games, road trips, and the playoffs to think about, so I didn’t tell you.”

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know. I should have told you.” Nate sits you down on the stools underneath the kitchen island. 

“Yeah, you should have. We’ve been together for 7 years now, baby, married and not. I want to know about everything that concerns you, tell me everything.” You nod and lean into the hand he has pressed to your cheek. 

“I will promise.” You agree, and Nathan smiles. 

“Good, now what do you want to eat?”

“Like a crispy sandwich, pesto, cheese, prosciutto, arugula, and focaccia. We should have everything for that. I bought some when I went to the store yesterday.” You pat his ass as he walks into the kitchen. 

“Yeah, it looks like we have everything. Do you want to drive with me to the game? I’d feel better if we could arrive and leave together, not that you can’t drive.” Nate pulls out all of the ingredients. 

“Three hours is a long time to wait at the arena. Maybe you could drop me off at Landy’s house, and I can go with Melissa.” You hop off the stool and round the island to the other side of the kitchen.

“Sounds good, then we can leave together, and we don’t have to worry about a second car.” He watches you waddle around prepping ingredients. “I can make you lunch, you don’t need to help.” 

“We just had a conversation about me feeling useless. I haven't had this much time off since our honeymoon, so sitting still is not appealing to me.” You slice open the bread and start to spread butter on it. 

“Right, sorry, umm…I’ll get started on the arugula topping.” Nathan backs down, honoring your need for autonomy. 

“Perfect.” You hum, and the two of you get to work. 

You both work in tandem perfectly, making lunch and eventually working your way upstairs to the nursery. Nathan finishes the crib, and you begin putting away the onesies, toys, and other accoutrements that are perfect for a newborn baby. 

“She kicked when I put this on my bump.” You show Nate the dog plush that causes the flutters from your baby. 

“Did she?” He takes the stuffed animal with a grin. “Just like her dad.”

“She better have some of me in there.”

“She should get your smarts, cause everyone knows that you’re leagues smarter than me.” He kisses your head and places the plush into the crib. 

“Very true, I can say I’ve never had a concussion.” You jab at him. 

“And I’ve had more than I can count.” He chuckles. 

“I know, your nose didn’t always look like that.”

“Hey, it has charm.” He touches his nose, and you smile. 

“It does.” You press your head to his shoulder. “We should start getting ready. This is the best we can do for now.”

“Yeah, we need to get going here soon. I have to be at the arena by 4, so I’ll need to drop you off soon.” He agrees, and you turn off the light in the nursery and make your way to the master bedroom. 

“What to wear, what to wear.” You hum and rummage through your closet. 

“Be comfortable.”

“Believe me, I will.” You pull out the only maternity jeans you own and try to pull them on. “Help.”

“Come here, sit on the bed.” He chuckles as you sit down on the bed and Nate helps you into the jeans, “and how about a sweatshirt?”

“Yes, please, I want the maroon one, the one the WAGs got for Christmas.” You watch him walk back into the closet, half-dressed in a suit.

“This one?” You nod, and he hands it to you. “What about a shirt underneath in case you start to get hot?”

“Alright.” You take off the baggy shirt you were wearing and grab a long tank top that fits over your bump. You put the sweatshirt on over top and fall back onto the bed, feeling slightly winded. “Why is it so hard to do that?”

“Because you’re pregnant?”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” You laugh and watch him get ready, eyes trailing up and down his body. “Fuck if I wasn’t pregnant already, I’d let you get me pregnant.”

“Jesus Christ, woman, you can’t just say things like that.” Nate blushes hard.

“What? That I think my husband is hot?” You sit up and flutter your eyes at him, making him blush again. “Can I not say that?”

“No, you can.”

“But you have to focus, be ‘Nathan MacKinnon’ right now to get into the mindset, and I’m distracting you.” You track him around the room with your eyes. 

“You are extremely distracting, sitting there pregnant with my kid and saying you’d let me get you pregnant again.” Nate stops fixing his collar and looks at you like you personally offended him. “Recipe for distraction.”

“Caveman.” You tease, and he does the final button on his shirt. 

“No, just completely devoted to you.”

“Don’t I know it.” You push off the bed and pad around looking for the perfect shoes to wear with your outfit. 

“Alright, I’m ready to go. I’ll meet you downstairs?” He peeks into the closet, and you give a nod. 

“I’ll be a second.” You grab a pair of white sneakers with maroon accents and take a few seconds to put them on. “Is my purse down there?”

“Yeah, it’s on the counter!” Nate yells up the stairs, and you begin your slow descent down them. Taking a step at a time, trying not to throw your balance.  

“Let’s go, you have pregame prep to do.” You take your purse from his hands, and both of you get into the car. 

•••

You and Melissa get to the arena around 6:30. Both of the Landeskog children are with a babysitter, so a child-free night was upon you both. Well, other than the nearly fully formed child inside of you. Security lets you in easily, and you both walk to the family suite. 

“You’re literally glowing.” Melissa holds the door open for you.

“Really? I just feel huge, like I’m actually waddling around and shit.” You sit down on the seats closest to the glass of the suite. 

“Normal part of pregnancy, hon, the waddle gets to everyone eventually.” Melissa grins. 

“Ugh, I know, it still sucks.” You settle into the chair. “My street cred in the hospital is gone.”

“You’re funny.”

“No, seriously, all these new interns come in and the first impression they have of me as a senior resident is me pregnant.” You sigh and lean into your hand. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m so excited to have this baby, because I wanted kids eventually. But I wanted to have kids after I became an attending.”

“You and Nate got this, I promise. And we’re all here for you both. Let me know if you need anything.” Melissa touches your shoulder. 

“I will. Nate’ll take some coaxing, but I’ll reach out, don't worry.” You joke, and Melissa laughs with you

“Good. Now, do you need anything like water or food?” She asks, and you shake your head. 

“All good for now, but thank you.” 

“Alright, just let me know.” She touches your shoulder.

“I will.” You nod and feel your phone buzz in your purse. You pull it out, seeing Nathan’s contact on your screen. “It’s Nate, I'll be right back.”

“Yeah, yeah, go.” Melissa shoos you off, and you press the phone to your ear as you get up out of the seat. 

“Hey, baby.” You speak sweetly into the phone.

“Hey, yourself, did you get to the arena okay?” 

“All in one piece, both me and baby.” You tease, and Nate sighs at your bad joke. 

“Good, let’s keep it that way.” He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Sir, yes, sir.” You snicker and lean into the wall next to you. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Yeah, but you married me.”

“That I did, and I don't regret it.” His tone is sincere and warms your heart.

“Better not, 'cause you’re stuck with me, MacKinnon. For the next 18 years, then we can reevaluate.”

“I think I’ll need more than the next 18 years with you.” Despite your many attempts at teasing, he always says something so heartfelt that your chest wants to burst. “How does forever sound?”

“Hmm…forever is a long time.” You try to keep up with your previous antics, but you’re melting by the second. 

“Yeah, maybe, but you’re worth it. Both you and the baby.” You’re going to cry, like burst out in tears. 

“Stop being sweet right now, Nathan Raymond MacKinnon. You have a game to play, and I cannot cry before puck drop.” You scold him, not doing a very good job at hiding your watery voice. 

“Government named? You’re being very serious, alright, I’ll stop.” 

“Thank you. Now, go play a good game. I love you.” You dab at the corner of your eye. 

“I love you too. See you after the game.”

“See you after the game.” You repeat, and the call ends quickly after. You sit back down next to Melissa, and a couple of other WAGs that joined you two in the suite. 

“Y/N! You look amazing.” Tracy Makar, places a soft hand on yours. 

“Oh, thank you, getting bigger and bigger by the day.” You settle back into your chair, trying to get comfortable. 

“All a part of the process is what I’m trying to tell her.” Melissa nudges your shoulder, and you roll your eyes. 

“You and everyone else. But my body was not prepared for this baby at all. She is really comfortable.”

“I bet you two have picked out names?” Kerry Toews, the other wife that joined you, asks. 

“We actually have her whole name picked out. My mom got stuff monogrammed for the baby shower, so you’ll have to see it then.” You and Nate had picked out the name months ago. A combination you both loved and has sentimental value to make it feel special. 

“Ooo, I’m excited. You have great taste, so I trust you picked out something that will suit your little girl perfectly.” Tracy clasps her hands together with a wide grin. 

“We love it.” You feel her kick and rub the spot gently. 

“Take these last weeks in, soon your life will be all baby and nothing else.” Mel pats your hand, knowing full well what’s coming for you and Nate. 

“Oh, I know, it's not ideal to have the baby right near the end of the regular season, but we’ll have to make do.”

“Oh, for sure, but like Mel said, we’re here for you.” Kerry reiterates, and you take a deep breath. 

“Thank you, guys. Wait, did you get the invites for the baby shower?” You look at the other three women, panic rising for a second.  

“Yes, they were adorable. I should have sent back the RSVP.” Tracy nods, and you calm down. 

“I should check that. Should’ve probably been the first thing I did.” You shake your head. 

“You’re all good, Y/N.” Mel pats your arm. “Oh, the game is starting.”

All of you move to the edge of your seats and watch the Avs skate out onto the ice. You see #29 move around on the ice, Nathan looks up in your direction, and you give a small wave. Your baby girl kicks at the same time, and you laugh in awe that she’s able to understand. 

The game starts, and you settle back into your seat. 

•••

“That was a bullshit call!” You yell, knowing full well the refs can’t hear you. You plop back into your seat. There are 45.2 seconds left in the third, and the Avs are only up by one. Baby girl is rolling around from excitement, and every so often, one of her limbs catches on a rib or your bladder. “This is ridiculous.”

“The refs are on something tonight.” Mel shakes her head. “If this game goes to overtime, I think I’m gonna head out. Beat the traffic and say good night to the kids.”

“Yeah, I’m so tired.” You agree. “But Nate has the car keys and would be left stranded if I took them.”

“I can take you home if you need. It’s no big deal.” Mel offers. 

Normally, you would decline, but being pregnant has you yearning for your cozy bed. “That would be amazing, thank you so much.”

“No problem.”

You continue to watch the ice, waiting for the confirmation that this game wouldn’t go to overtime and the Avs would get the win. Your eye is starting to twitch a little from being so tired, and the need to rest your eyes is becoming more prevalent. 

The goal horn goes off, and you’re immediately more alert. The Avs score a goal and win the game, you sigh in relief. You won’t have to stay at Ball Arena for longer than necessary, and you get to go home with your husband. Falling asleep in his arms sounds like literal heaven right now. 

“It was a good game, but I’m not staying here longer than I have to. I’ll see you, ladies soon?” Melissa says as all four of you stand up.

“Yes.” You give her a quick hug, and she does the same with Tracy and Kerry. 

“Do you still want a ride back?” Mel asks as she circles back around to you. 

“No, I’m good, no overtime, so I’m going home with Nate.” You shake your head.

“Alright, rest up, honey.” 

“I will.” Melissa heads out, leaving the rest of you to walk to the family room. 

There are a few other families that probably sat in the stands, waiting to see their respective players. You settle on a chair, your hips and back aching from the length of the day, and your eyes drooping with the heaviness of sleep. If Nate doesn’t get out of media soon, you’re probably gonna fall asleep in the room. 

You luckily don’t have to wait too long. Nate walks through the door back in his game day suit. His eyes search around before landing on you, a smile spreading across his face. 

“Hi darling.”’ Nate can see the need for sleep written across your face. “Ready to go home?”

“Please, I’m gonna fall asleep on my feet here soon.” He pulls you up out of the chair, and you step closer into his side. Pregnancy and tiredness make you clingier.

Nate lets his arm fall over your shoulder, and the two of you walk out of the room. Comfortable silence makes its way between the two of you. Nate played a good game, and you’re too tired to talk about anything other than getting in bed. He’s practically guiding you to the car at this point, places are fading out of view as you possibly fall asleep on the walk there.

Nate helps you into the car and buckles your seatbelt. “Wait, I didn’t say goodbye to Tracy and Kerry.”

“I said goodbye for you, they know you are tired.” He eases your worries. 

“Okay, good.” You nod slowly, and he shuts the door. 

Nate starts the car, and the hum of the engine has your eyes fluttering closed for a second. A short moment. Or what you think is only a moment, but when you open your eyes again, the car is pulling into the garage. 

“Oh my god, I fell asleep.” You run a hand through your hair, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. 

“You needed it.” Nate chuckles and turns off the engine, “Head inside I’m gonna grab a package I saw on the front porch.”

“Okay. It might be the stuff my mom got for baby girl.” You tell him and get out of the car. 

“We can take a look.” 

“Okay. Wait for me to open the package.” You toe off your shoes and wait in the kitchen for Nate to come back.

You hear the garage door close, and Nate walks in with a box underneath his arm. He places the box on the counter, letting you read the label.

“Yeah, this is the baby bag, blanket, and onesies that she got monogrammed.” You tap your fingers on the box, “She thinks it would be cute to have it set up on a table at the baby shower and have people try to guess her name from the initials.”

“Let’s take a look at them.” Nate grabs a pair of scissors to cut the box open. 

You take out the tissue paper and pick up the diaper bag with your soon to be daughters initials on it. NRM is written in pretty white cursive, standing out from the black fabric of the bag. Nate takes it from your hands and runs his fingers over the letters, the same ones derived from his own name.

“People won’t think I’m conceited for giving my daughter my own initials, right?”

“If they do, I don’t care, because I love the name we picked out for our child.” You place a hand on his bicep. 

“You’re right.” He nods and moves to look at the other things in the box. “This blanket is cute.”

He pulls out a pink floral blanket with your baby’s first name written on it. “Oh, it’s just darling.” You smile and take it into your own hands. 

“I can’t wait till we have her actually in our arms, holding her in this blanket. Being able to use these onesies and this bag.” He places a hand on your bump, and your baby girl kicks softly. You know Nate feels it from the smile that spreads across his face. 

“I know, we’re so close. 6 or so weeks, then we get to hold her, and she’ll be real and all ours.” You place your hand over his. Nate leans down and kisses your mouth softly. 

“I can’t wait. Until then, you should get into your pajamas and go straight to bed.” He rests his forehead against yours. 

“Yes, please, my back and hips are killing me.”

“Anything I can do for you, baby?” His hand drifts to your lower back, rubbing up and down your spine. 

“Not right now, I just need to go to sleep.” You shake your head and slowly climb the stairs. 

“I agree. You were out in the car, like there was some traffic and people were honking, but you stayed asleep through all of it.” Nate says, following behind you. 

“I’m really tired right now. Growing a baby takes it out of me.” You make eye contact with the bed, and all of a sudden, there’s a gravitational pull. It has you making a beeline for the plush blankets and soft mattress. 

“Not yet, if you get in bed now, I won’t be able to get you out. Wash your face and brush your teeth, and I’ll get your clothes set out for bed.” He steers you in the direction of the bathroom, and you grumble, even though you know Nate is right. 

“Fine.” You huff, the tiredness in your bones makes everything feel slower and heavier.

You pull your hair away from your face and grab your skincare. Washing your face and freeing it of the makeup you had on makes you feel fresher. You catch a glimpse of Nate folding a pair of shorts and a large shirt for you to wear onto the bed, as you grab your toothbrush. You smile at his meticulous preparation of your sleep clothes before squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste and beginning to brush your teeth. 

“Your sleep clothes are on the bed. I’m gonna shower quickly, and then I’ll join you in bed.” Nate joins you in the bathroom, and you give a nod while continuing to brush your teeth. 

You rinse off your toothbrush and wipe your mouth as steam starts to fill the bathroom. You let Nate shower in peace while you free yourself from the maternity jeans and sweatshirt you’d been wearing. Slipping into bed, you prop yourself up with the pillows. Normally, you’d be able to fall asleep just fine without Nathan in the bed, but right now you need him to be near you.

He’s true to his words, and the shower turns off minutes later while you're burrowing into the covers. He emerges from the bathroom hair damp and wearing sleep shorts. 

“I thought you’d be asleep by now.” He says quietly, climbing into bed.

“Just waiting for you.” You move closer to him, and Nate pulls you into his side. 

“Well, I’m here now, and you can go to sleep.” You nod, eyes drooping, heavy with weariness. 

“Okay, g’night, Nate. I love you.” You mumble. 

“Goodnight, baby, I love you too.” He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you. A hand lands on the curve of your stomach and says so softly you almost don’t hear. “Goodnight, baby girl, we can't wait to meet you.”

You smile softly, eyes too heavy to open, but in your heart, you know your baby girl will be so loved. You can’t wait to bring her into the world. 

Soon. Really soon.

「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ ⚜️

The atmosphere at the Boston University rink was incredible. The Terriers had just won a very important game for the season and everyone was celebrating euphorically. Your hands were numb from clapping so much and your voice was almost hoarse from cheering, especially after your boyfriend, Macklin, had scored one goal and assisted in two others. All that excitement had moved to some nearby bars, and later to a fraternity house, but at some point in all that commotion, Mack and you had decided to return to your residence to end the night together and relax. “You were amazing tonight,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced down at you, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah? You think so?” “I know so. That last goal?” you shook your head. “I swear my heart stopped.” Macklin could only think about how adorable you were, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he pulled you close to give you a kiss on the head. Once you arrived at the building, you calmly entered, immediately noticing how the temperature changed as it was no longer so cold. In the elevator, right after entering, you both looked at each other confidently, and then a long, intense kiss began between you. Your mouths moved in sync, and your hands quickly explored each other's bodies. Then Macklin bent down slightly and lifted you up by your thighs, making you wrap your legs around his waist. When the elevator doors opened, he began to walk, still carrying you in his arms, toward your bedroom door. Once there, with difficulty as the kiss continued to intensify, you managed to open the door with the key so you could be in the privacy of your room. Macklin laid you down on the bed and your hand began to move down toward his crotch, causing him to let out a groan. Soon you began to struggle with the button and zipper, trying to undo them to take the activity you were engaged in one step further. Breathing heavily and letting out an inaudible sigh, he slowly pulled away from you. "Wait, wait... are you sure? We've never... we've never done it," he said, his cheeks flushed. "Please, Mack, I'm ready," you replied. "Are you really sure, Y/n? It doesn't have to be now. I don't want you to think you owe me for winning the game or as a reward or anything," he said again, cupping your face in his hands and caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I swear, it's not because of the game. I've been thinking about it for several days and I really want to," you said. With a simple nod, Macklin kissed you again and began to undress you. His caresses were gentle, and he took his time and was careful to make you as comfortable as possible. The moment when, after what seemed like an eternity of preparation, he entered you, a million sensations came over you without warning, and Macklin, doing everything possible to make your first time together perfect, took you with him to the greatest pleasure you had ever known.

「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH ⌣ ⚜️

The first night in Will’s hometown felt different in the best way. When he’d asked you to spend a couple of weeks with him in Lexington over break, you'd been nervous. Meeting his family. Sleeping in the same house as his childhood memories... But from the moment they pulled into the driveway, everything felt warm. His mom hugged you like she’d known you for years. His dad insisted on showing you old photo albums. And his sister was nothing but excitement toward getting to know you. By the third day, you felt less like a guest and more like you belonged there being one more of the family. One evening, after dinner and board games with his family, you slipped away to his room. It was cozy, unchanged in small ways—posters still on the walls, shelves lined with trophies and school books still on the shelf. Will sat beside you on the bed, your shoulders touching. “You doing okay?” he asked softly. He’d been checking in with you all week, always careful, always thoughtful. You smiled. “More than okay. Your family is amazing.” “They really like you,” he said, nudging you gently. “My mom told me I’d be an idiot to mess this up.” You laughed, but your heart was pounding so hard, being here, seeing how he was with his parents, how gentle he was with his sister, made something settle in your chest. It made you certain. “Will?” Her voice came out quieter than you intended. He turned immediately, reading her tone. “Hey. What’s going on?” You took a steadying breath. “Being here with you… it just feels right.” His expression softened and your heart melted. “And I’ve been thinking,” you continued, fingers twisting together in your lap. “I don’t want my first time to be random. Or rushed. I want it to be with someone I trust.” He went very still. Your heart raced. “I want it to be with you.” For a second, he just stared at her, clearly not expecting that. “Y/n…” His voice was careful, almost stunned. “Are you sure?” You nodded, even though her cheeks burned. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly—not frustrated, just processing. “I don’t want you to feel pressured because we’re here. Or because everything’s been… perfect this week.” “I don’t,” you said quickly. “This isn’t about the trip. It’s about you.” He studied your face the way he always did when something mattered—like he was making sure there wasn’t a single thread of doubt. When he didn’t find any, his shoulders relaxed. “If we do this,” he said gently, “it’s going to be because you want it. And we go at your pace. The second you’re uncomfortable, we stop. No questions.” Tears pricked unexpectedly at your eyes, not from fear but from how much he cared. “I know,” she whispered. And at that Will started a slow and loving kiss as he laid you down on the bed and his hands began to touch your body, slowly starting what would be a special and very long night for both of you.

「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDARD⌣ ⚜️

The restaurant was still buzzing when Frank and his girlfriend waved goodbye, promising to going in a double date again soon, and you leaned into Connor’s side as you stepped out into the cool night air. Dating an NHL player still felt surreal sometimes, watching Connor on the ice was one thing, fast, confident, focused. Seeing him laugh across a dinner table with his teammate, reaching for her hand under the table like it was second nature, was something else entirely. He squeezed your fingers now. “You had fun?” he asked, searching your face. “Yeah,” you said, smiling up at him. “I really liked them. She’s so sweet.” He chuckled. “Yeah, she keeps him in line.” You walked slowly toward his apartment, your shoulders brushing. You felt warm—not just from the wine you'd had, but from something deeper. From the way he’d introduced you proudly. From the way he’d said, “This is my girlfriend,” like it meant everything. Inside his apartment, the lights were low and soft. Connor shrugged off his jacket and turned to you, his expression gentle. “You’re a little tipsy,” he observed, amused. You scrunched her nose. “So are you.” He stepped closer anyway, hands resting on your waist. “I am, yes" he said with a gentle voice. You heart fluttered. The room felt smaller, quieter. “Connor?” you said, her voice softer than usual. “Yeah?” “I love you.” He stilled. For a split second, nerves flickered in your chest—but then his expression changed. Not shocked. Not scared. Just overwhelmed in the best way. “You do?” he teased gently, brushing his thumb along your hip. “I do,” you confirmed, breathless. “Tonight just… seeing you with Frank, the way you talk about your career, The way you talked about me. Us. I just know, I love you.” His hands tightened slightly at your waist. “I love you too.” Instantly you engaged yourselves in an electric kiss Instantly, you gave yourselves over to a passionate kiss. Your hands quickly found each other's bodies, and as things intensified, Connor reluctantly pulled away. "We're not completely sober, Y/n." "I don't care, I want this," you said. "I know, and believe me, I don't doubt it, but I want it to be special. I don't want it to be because of the intensity of the moment, and certainly not if we're not in our right minds." Even so, his kisses continued to appear on your mouth, between breaths as he spoke to you. "Think about it carefully, sweetheart. When we wake up tomorrow, you'll tell me I'm right, and since I'm sure you want it as much as I do, it will happen, but without being drunk." Little by little, you got over him, while you agreed more and more. He was right, Connor was right. You really wanted to have sex with him, but that wasn't the way to do it. That's not how your first time should be. "Yes, yes, you're right," you replied. "Hey, look at me," he said, grabbing your face so you would look him in the eyes. "I love you, okay? And I want to make love to you until we can't take it anymore. But not now, not like this." You simply nodded, held his face as he continued to do, and kissed him again, showing him that you weren't angry or anything like that, that you understood and shared his view of your first time together. "Let's go to bed. I want to sleep all night in your arms. I love you, Connor." "I love you too, Y/n"

「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ ⚜️

You still remembered the first time you caught Matt’s attention. She’d been a regular at the Rangers games since forever, always going with your dad as a kid and later as you grow up enjoying it alone or with your friends. One day sitting a few rows behind the glass, cheering louder as you always do. After one particular win, your eyes had met with Matt's as he skated toward the bench. He’d smiled, quick, curious, and somehow that moment had turned into a conversation outside the arena. A few weeks later, you were inseparable. And after a few months of being friends he has asked you to be his girlfriend. Tonight, after another game, Matt drove you back to his house. His hair was still damp from the shower at the arena, and he looked relaxed in a way you loved, no helmet, no pressure, just him. You curled up on his couch, the city lights spilling faintly through the windows. The TV hummed quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching. “You know,” he murmured, tracing slow circles on you hand, “I’m really glad you kept coming to those games.” You smiled softly. “I’m glad you noticed.” Silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. Being with him never felt rushed. He always made space for you although his rushed life. Your heart started beating faster, but this time it wasn’t nerves from a crowd. It was something steadier. Certain. “Matt?” you said quietly. He turned immediately, reading your tone. “Yeah?” You shifted so you were facing him fully. “I’ve been thinking about something.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay.” “I’m want us to have sex, I'm ready” you said, your voice soft but clear. For a split second, he just blinked at you. Then his expression changed, not into surprise, but into something brighter. Almost awed. “Y/n,” he breathed. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure,” you added quickly. “I’m prepared. I just… I want you.” The smile that spread across his face wasn’t cocky or smug. It was warm. Grateful. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he said honestly. His hands slid gently to your waist. “Not because it’s our first time. But because you feel that safe with me.” You felt your nerves ease at the way he said it, like it was about trust, not conquest. He leaned forward and kissed you softly, lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. Softly Matt started to kiss you and in no time you were right under him, his hands were all over your body and you couldn't stop to feel and look at him. Then, without making things feel rushed, he led you both to the purest and highest ecstasy you had ever felt.

「 COL 」 ⋯ NATHAN MACKINNON⌣ ⚜️

For the few months you and Nate have been dating, everything was quite and simple, you were not a secret but really private towards your relationship. Late night dinners in calm restaurants, hoodies and baseball caps on grocery runs, private jokes in the corner of team events. The age gap between you had never felt strange in private, it had just meant anything different for you. But not for the people out there. The night a photographer caught you leaving his apartment, everything changed. Headlines popped up within hours. Comment sections filled with opinions from strangers who didn’t know you. Words like “inappropriate” and “too young” floated around like they meant something personal. You tried not to look at it, but it was impossible not to feel it. One evening, you found Nate sitting at his kitchen island, phone face down in front of him. He looked tired, not physically, but emotionally. “Hey,” you said softly. He looked up immediately, his expression softening when he saw you. “Hey.” You slid onto the stool beside him. “You’ve been... quiet.” He hesitated. “I just hate that this is landing on you. People saying things… judging you.” “I don’t care what they say,” you replied instantly. He gave you a look. “Y/n.” “I mean it.” you reached for his hand. “They don’t know us. They don’t know anything about our relationship” His jaw tightened slightly. “It’s still a lot of pressure.” You turned fully toward him, making sure he saw how serious you were. “I’m not with you because of your career. Or your age. I’m with you because I love you.” The words settled between you. His eyes softened immediately. “You love me?” You nodded. “I do.” He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding that in for a while. His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “I love you too,” he admitted quietly. Silence followed, not heavy, but intimate. “I don’t care about the age gap,” you continued gently. “It doesn’t change how I feel. It doesn’t change how safe I feel with you.” He searched her face, protective instinct flickering behind his eyes. “You are safe with me.” “I know.” You swallowed, heart racing for a different reason now. “Nate,” you said softly, while he looked at you encouraging you to keep talking. “I want you to make love to me. I'm ready” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached up and cupped your face, his expression serious but tender. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. “Not because of the headlines. Not because you feel like you have to prove something.” You shook your head. “This has nothing to do with them. It’s about us.”He studied you carefully, making sure there wasn’t even a flicker of doubt. “You know,” he added gently, “we don’t have to rush this. Ever.” “I know,” you whispered. “I’m choosing you right now. I'm choosing you always” That seemed to settle something in him. He leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, unhurried, full of intention. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. And then, Nate carefully carried you to bed where a night filled with hundreds of sensations unfolded on its own.

_willsmith2 why am i catching strays rn? ❤️ by author

y/n.mackinnon idk what ur talking about that text was adorable and that's a very cute picture of you _willsmith2 ur right i love you so much! mackcelebrini #whipped

_willsmith2 the prettiest girl in the world ❤️ by author

y/n.mackinnon my pretty pretty princess!

user1 when's the song dropping diva

user2 u are my inspiration for everything

user3 i love a man who yearns ❤️ by author

mackinnon29 Why do I never get invited on your hikes? ❤️ by author

y/n.mackinnon bc you're always gone playing stupid puck game 💔 y/n.mackinnon and my boyfriend always is too life is torture

user4 that's such a cutie skirt!

user5 y/n and her polka dots 🥹

mackinnon29 Fits are fiiiiiiiirrrrreeeee 🔥 ❤️ by author

y/n.mackinnon ooooh so hip w the kids mackinnon29 I'm 30. y/n.mackinnon ok unc

user6 y/n calling nate unc is frying me 😭

user7 oh to be as musically gifted as y/n

mackcelebrini not enough smitty in this post ❤️ by author

y/n.mackinnon you have enough pics of him in your phone to stare longingly at _willsmith2 can we not do this y/n.mackinnon or better yet, just give him a little kiss! you're closer than i am 💔 user8 willmack!!!!

user9 rockstar boyfriend?? more like hockey star boyfriend!!!! ❤️ by author

user10 how does she know how to play so many instruments

user11 princess william patrick charles smith

user12 oh we're full naming him ok

coloradoavalanche The coolest girl in the Rockies! ❤️ by author

user13 mama y papa

user14 i love when hot people date hot people

user15 everybody shut up my show is on

mackcelebrini bff in law ❤️ by author