#nsdl

Though you'd only known about the possibility of having a baby for a short time, you felt the loss. Knew that (Y/N) had to be feeling it as well. Having a baby with (Y/N) had been in your mind and heart for quite some time. To have it within your grasp, then snatched away, honestly hurt like hell. The two of you didn't discuss it much, though talks of having a family seemed to be more and more frequent. You could see it all, the two of you out in the yard running around chasing a toddler, or skating around the practice rink doing pass after pass as your child just laughed. It became your new dream. Only something was missing.

Logic would say that it was another cup win or two, but you knew better. While a child was now something you longed for; the dream was a family, and with that meant making (Y/N) your wife. You'd like to say that from the moment you met her, you knew she was the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but you didn't. That was on you though and not (Y/N). Had you realized earlier that you could have everything you'd ever dreamed of with her; you'd have asked her out the very first time you'd laid eyes on her. It might have taken a bit for you to get there, but now that you were here; you never wanted to let her go.

Now, you were sneaking off after practice to call the jeweler you used in Pittsburgh. It was a small shop, but they'd always done impeccable work and been very discrete about it at the same time. Which is exactly what you needed. You had an idea of what you wanted her ring to look like, but it was kind of hard to communicate that over the phone. Thankfully, the jeweler got the gist of the idea and was going to come up with a few designs to look at.

Four days later, after a tough loss to Washington, you were checking out the designs on the plane. (Y/N) was in the back chatting away with Phil about the boat the two of them had picked out last season, so there was no need to worry about her sneaking up on you to see what you were doing. "You watching film?" Flower asked as he stole a glance at your laptop. Before you had a chance to answer, his eyes got wide as saucers as he looked at the screen. "Is that a…"

"Yes, it is. Can you keep your voice down?"

"Holy shit!" Marc-Andre whispered yelled at you. "Congrats man."

"Thanks. I haven't figured out which one to get yet. They just sent over the designs this morning." You flicked open the five designs the jeweler sent over. All unique and one of a kind, just like the woman it was meant for. "I'm leaning towards one of these." You showed him both the solitaire oval cut stone with the diamond band and the cushion cut, which looked to be surrounded by a layer of lace diamonds. Both were elegant and would look gorgeous on her finger, which made it hard to choose.

"The oval seems to be a pretty popular ring."

"So, you're thinking the same thing I am then." You looked over at Flower and he nodded his head. Immediately you pulled up the picture of the cushion cut. "It's unique, just like (Y/N)."

"Yeah, that one is definitely her," Flower added as you both took one last look at the design. "So, when are you asking her?"

"This summer. I've got it all planned out." You quickly shot off an email to the jeweler giving him the go-ahead on the engagement ring you wanted. "I'm renting the boat that we had our official first date on." Closing the laptop, you continued. "I want fireworks as we pull into a port where all our family and friends will be and then we can all sail around and celebrate."

"And if she says no?" The thought of (Y/N) rejecting you, made bile rise in the back of your throat. You couldn't see your life without her. If she said no, you didn't know what you would do. "Relax, Sid. That woman is crazy about you. I'm sure it'll be yes."

God, you hoped so. "I know it's fast and all. We haven't really even dated a full year yet. But I just can't see my life without her. Ya know?"

"Yeah, I do. It's the same reason I asked Vero." If anyone knew that feeling that you couldn't quite put into words, it was Flower. He and Vero had the kind of love that you and (Y/N) did. "I'm assuming I get to be part of this celebration, even though I won't be part of the team."

"You're one of my best friends. I couldn't have it without you."

"Thanks, man. Now, tell me you aren't doing this on your birthday just because it's your lucky number. V will have my head if I didn't tell you to make it special for (Y/N)."

You frowned, causing Marc-Andre to look at you disapprovingly. Apparently, you were a better actor than people gave you credit for. "No way. Do you think I'm stupid? I know this is about her. Besides, I'm hoping I don't need luck for her to say yes."

"You don't. She'll jump at the chance to marry you." That's what you were hoping for.

As things for your proposal started to take shape, you continued on the team's quest for the cup. The Capitals fought back to push for a game seven. With a bit of luck and two goals from Rusty and Horny, the Pens were able to move on to the next round where you would take on the Senators in the conference finals. It was a tough battle. One that the team didn't really expect until you hit a loss that first game in overtime. The Senators were hungry and wanted the win as much as you did, if not more. When the team beat them in game five, seven to nothing, everyone thought for sure that game six would seal your conference win. However, they battled back to force a game seven as well. Everyone was on edge including (Y/N).

For some reason, she decided to channel all her nervous energy into cleaning the house. While you, on the other hand, stuck to working out. You'd just finished running a few miles on the treadmill, when you headed upstairs for a quick shower, only to find (Y/N) in the master closet, throwing you into a mild panic attack. "Babe! What are you doing?"

"Cleaning. I haven't gone through my stuff since I moved in and there are just way too many clothes in here."

"Yeah, but why are you going through my ties?" The fact you hid her engagement ring in there a little over a week ago, making you sweat more than your run had.

"I wouldn't have to if you would put them away." She held the three that you'd taken to Ottawa in her hand. "Relax Mr. Superstitious, I'm not throwing them out or anything."

Quickly, you grabbed them from her, folding them and laying them back in the drawer before she could. Glancing in the back, you noticed the engagement ring, still tucked neatly in the corner and hidden under the one you never used. "You know I'm not that way about my ties."

"Says the man who wears the same blue suit." She teased, laughing as she came up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist. "It's ok, hun. I find it cute." You shut the drawer a little harder than you should, hoping that she didn't see anything. "Hey, I'm just kidding you. I know we're both on edge." She pressed a kiss to your sweaty back and damn if it didn't send a shiver through your body.

"I know how we can waste some of that nervous energy we both have." You told her turning in her arms. Lips finding hers the moment you were face to face. Kissing (Y/N) would never get old, even if you lived to be a hundred and you couldn't wait to be doing it as her husband.

When she pulled back, she was smiling. "What happened to that old wives' tale about no sex during playoffs because it makes you play better or some such nonsense."

"That came from some single guy. I swear." Your hands roamed up and down her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh in your hands. "I, on the other hand, find it quite…" your lips teased the sensitive spot on her neck, eliciting a needy little moan from her. "Invigorating." Pulling the neckline of her shirt over, her collarbone was your next target.

"You're all sweaty."

"So. We're just going to get a little sweatier."

Her hands were already trailing up the same sweaty t-shirt she seemed turned off by moments ago; at least verbally, for her body was saying something else completely. "True…unless…"

"Unless??"

"Care to join me in the shower?"

(Y/N)'s suggestion was perfect as it would get her out of the closet for the moment. You raised your eyebrows at her, as she peeled the sweat drenched cloth off your body. "I love the way your mind works." Her shirt was next to go, as you walked her back towards the ensuite. By the time you reached the shower, all traces of clothing were gone from both of your bodies. "Fuck," you hissed out as the cold shower water hit your back making you jump, while (Y/N) just laughed. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Hands locking around her waist, you pinned her to your body so that nothing separated the two of you.

"No, Sid…don't," she pleaded as you flipped the water to cold, giving her a taste of what you'd just experienced. She squirmed in your arms. Legs practically wrapping around your body as she tried to escape. "Fuck," she yelled and it was your turn to chuckle, as she pushed you both out of the ice-cold stream. "You're so mean."

It was then that you decided to take pity on her and turn the water back to a temperature that you'd both enjoy. "That's not what you said last night."

"Yeah, well last night, your mouth was…" She didn't finish that sentence, as your fingers stole down to the exact spot your mouth had been last evening.

"You mean right there?" She moaned out a yes. The sound went straight to your cock which was already hard. You turned her body then, so she was pressed up against the tile. "Maybe I should put my lips there again, eh?" Her soft groans told you exactly what she wanted, and that's when you sunk down on your knees between her thighs. "Spread your legs, baby." She widened her stance, and you dove right in, gliding your tongue between her folds. Her hands gripped first the air, then the smooth tile wall, only to finally seek purchase on your shoulders. Her moans rippled off the shower walls, spurring you on. You knew her body so well, knew how to drive her completely mad with your mouth and tongue. Which is what you did, taking her to the edge quickly and then pulling back. You heard her groan of frustration, and you nipped her inner thigh with your teeth. There would be a mark there tomorrow, not big, but enough to make her remember tonight as she stood on the runway and watched you play on the ice. Then your mouth was back on her, tongue flicking her clit over and over again. Her hips rocked into your mouth and you knew she was close again. Sliding two fingers into her, they worked in time with your tongue. The combination sent her over the edge. She shattered in your arms, legs going weak, so you held her steady, supporting her as the orgasm rocked through her. She was panting trying to catch her breath as the steam from the water ran over both your bodies.

You kissed your way back up, only to finally land on her mouth where she devoured you. Wrapping her left leg around your hips, you slowly pushed into her, relishing the feel of her tight heat gripping you. It was heaven. Always was, for it felt as though (Y/N) was made for you and you alone. Soon, you told yourself, she would truly be yours. Each day seemed one more day closer to that goal, of making her your wife.

The two of you moved as one. The push and pull of a tale as old as time, helping your bodies seek the release they so craved. Hands roamed everywhere, down her back, cupping her ass, pressing her closer into you as you just couldn't get enough of her. Her nails bit into your flesh of your shoulder blades and hissed out in pleasure, so close to reaching that pinnacle of release. The twitch of her pussy told you she was right there with you, and it spurred you on. Hips rocking into her with just a tad more force. Then she was cresting, spiraling down just as she had moments ago. You followed with a few deep thrusts, groaning out her name as you came deep inside her.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't think about that moment in the shower the following day as you prepped for the game. Her soft scratches on your back were a gentle reminder. They'd become commonplace, for none of the guys harassed you anymore as they first did when you were with (Y/N). Thoughts of last night somehow put you at ease as you went about the day. Maybe it was knowing, that no matter if you won or lost, (Y/N) would be there waiting with open arms for you.

A scoreless first period had everyone anxious. The whole team knew this was a make-or-break moment. You knew things would never be the same after this. It was all but set in stone that Flower would be off to the expansion team in Vegas and this team you had now would never again be the group it was today. As you stepped onto the ice in the second period, you felt the air in the arena all hanging with bated breath, waiting to see who would score that first precious goal. As luck would have it, Kunitz put one in the back of the net almost midway through. But the victory was short-lived as Ottawa answered with one of their own, only seconds later. Going into the third that same level of anxiety coursed through everyone's veins. Shultzy was the one to put you on top this time, but again Ottawa answered pushing the game into overtime.

Everyone thought twenty minutes would be enough time to decide who would take on Nashville in the Finals, but it wasn't. Going into the second overtime period, you could see exhaustion start to set in. Not only on your team but on the Senators as well. Though neither was going down without a fight. Five minutes into the double overtime, you just stepped onto the ice as Schultzy shot the puck in deep. It ricocheted off the boards right onto your stick, where you were able to make a clean pass to Kunitz. His aim was true as the slapshot found its way past Anderson and into the net, the goal horn sounding and setting the place on fire. The roar of the crowd was deafening as everyone now knew you were headed back to the Stanley Cup Finals. The team all piled on Chris. It took a moment before you were able to dislodge yourself from the circle, but once you did your eyes scanned the bench, and there was (Y/N) jumping up and down cheering with everyone. Your heart fluttered, not at the win but at the look of joy on her face. You wanted to see that same look in the next round as well. Knew that you would do everything in your power to make that happen.

Just as you had the year before, you, Chris, and Geno hoisted the Prince of Wales trophy in the air. Call it superstition or whatever you want, but the last time you had done it, you'd ended up walking away a Stanley Cup Champion. It was worth a shot to do it again. Sully gave everyone the night to celebrate, but then it was back to business as normal. There was still work to be done and you all knew it. In just four short days, you would take on the Predators to see who would win the NHL's most coveted prize.

Game one and two the team was on fire, still riding off the high from winning the Eastern Conference. No one was prepared for the Nashville fans though. From the noise of the crowd to throwing catfish on the ice, they seemed to have truly embraced the sport, proving to be a force to be reckoned with. Those two away games ended with the series being tied, as you headed back to home ice. Tension was high going into game five. Words had been exchanged both on and off the ice and it definitely pushed your buttons. When Subban blatantly pushed you into the board then held your stick, you let your emotions get the best of you with a few punches to the head. (Y/N) was definitely not happy with how you handled that. The look on her face as you headed to the locker room before the first intermission told you that you were in for a long lecture, not only from Sully but her as well; even though the Pens had the advantage with a three to nothing lead. Three more goals were added to the Pens tally and the team took game five.

Thankfully, the win had everyone in a good mood including (Y/N), and though she wasn't happy with you fighting, she held her tongue as the team got ready to travel to Nashville. Game six would all come down to goaltending as shots were exchanged on each end. Save after save both Murray and Renne made. In the third period, with the score still at zero, the Pens made a grievous error giving the Predators a two-man advantage. Everyone thought Nashville had the game in the bag then, but Murray and the penalty kill unit held their ground not letting the puck find the back of the net. It seemed as though this game would need at least another twenty minutes of play. With a little over one minute, Horny got the puck after it bounced off the board and was able to sneak it past Renne. The bench erupted with cheers, only to have Nashville challenge the goal for goalie interference. Time seemed to almost standstill as you waited for the referee to make the call. When it came, the team collectively breathed a sigh of relief as he announced it was a good goal. You tried to calm the team down, as you all felt that second Stanley Cup was just within your reach. You just needed to hold them off for a minute more, that was all. You glanced to the end of the bench and there standing with Tanger was (Y/N). Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she was just as nervous as the rest of you. She caught your eye and smiled encouragingly, giving you that little bit of added strength that you needed to get through. As time ticked down, Hagelin put the finishing touches on the game by scoring an empty netter. Sticks and hands flew all around the bench as the team knew they were back-to-back Stanley Cup Champs.

As the buzzer sounded, ending the game, the team stormed to ice and Murray. The feeling was surreal, as you all congratulated each other on accomplishing what everyone thought was impossible. There was hug after hug with each of your teammates, until the time-old tradition of shaking hands took place. It was then that you finally got a chance to look for (Y/N), yet you couldn't seem to find her. As soon as you shook your last hand, you headed for the bench to look for her. "Have you seen (Y/N)?" you asked Jon Taglenetti after hugging the equipment manager.

"She was right here a second ago." He turned to look for her, but neither of you could find her. You were distracted from looking for her by your agent coming up and congratulating you. From there it was more hugs and selfies with the guys until they started the trophy presentation. You were still looking for her when Gary Bettman announced you as the Conn Smythe winner. So much so that you didn't even hear him say your name. It took a couple people telling you, that you'd won before you actually went up to receive the thing.

When you skated back to the bench, you finally saw her. Standing in the back, there she was smiling and chatting with your family. She saw you and her smile grew even wider. You wanted to run back and hug her, lift her off the ground and kiss her senseless, but then you heard Bettman again and it was time to raise the cup. After a few quick pictures, you lifted the Stanley Cup high over your head and gave a loud cheer. It was a once in a lifetime achievement and here you'd done it twice in a row. You passed it off to Ron Hainsey, a guy that had been in the league quite a while and only this season was playing in his first playoff game. The man was giddy, and you couldn't blame him.

It took a bit for you to reach your parents and (Y/N), but when you did your eyes lit up even brighter, for there she was wearing her WAGS jacket with your names splayed across the back. She hung back a bit, letting you hug your mom, then your dad, and then lastly Taylor. Finally, you got to hold her in your arms. Her arms linked around your neck, as yours snaked around her waist. "Congratulations, Sid."

"Congratulations, (Y/N)," you told her in return, then planted your lips on hers. It wasn't enough though. You lifted her hips, so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around you. You'd waited a whole year for this moment, and it was definitely worth the wait. Vaguely, you were aware of the cameras not only snapping pictures but videotaping as well. None of it mattered, for only you and (Y/N) existed at this moment. You deepened the kiss, letting your tongue glide into her mouth and savor every second of being with (Y/N).

(Y/N) was first to pull back from the kiss, yet you didn't release her to the ground. "I think we're creating a scene." She whispered, her forehead resting on yours.

"Good." Let them look you thought, for you wanted the world to know that not only had you just won the Stanley Cup, but you were sharing it with the woman you loved. You chased her lips one last time before Geno clasped you on the back.

"Time for group picture." Only then did you set (Y/N) down, though you still held her hand forcing her into the group shot with the cup. Of course, she let you go, to be in front with all the guys, hanging to the background, yet still in the frame. Things became a bit of a blur after that, there were pictures with the guys. Geno making sure that there was one of the two of you holding your third cup together.

Media pulled you here and there until you were finally able to get a chance and take a few pictures yourself with the cup. Your entire family, including (Y/N) was able to grab some shots with the coveted trophy. It was your mom that insisted you get some with just you and (Y/N). While you'd been able to achieve what was almost impossible and win the Stanley Cup three times, you knew that you might never get this opportunity again, so you took her up on the suggestion.

Before long, everyone was heading back to the locker room to celebrate. Champagne and beer flowed freely both around the room and in the cup. You were drenched in it but didn't care one bit. The party went on for a couple more hours, before things wrapped up and you were able to head back to the hotel. The night seemed perfect, just like you dreamed it would be a year ago. Well, that was entirely right. Something was missing and you had an idea what it was. As you got off the bus, you sought out (Y/N). "Are you coming down to my room?"

"Yeah, as soon as I shower."

"Alright, see you in a bit." A plan already formulating in your head. You carried the cup up to your room, then rummaged through your bag looking for exactly what you needed. It wasn't anywhere near what you and Flower had talked about on the plane, but it somehow just felt right. Calling down to the front desk, you asked if there were any candles that you could have. Maybe it was the fact that you were, who you were, or the fact that you'd just won the Stanley Cup, but they didn't even question the request; running them up to your room in record time. You lit them, then grabbed your phone; sending (Y/N) the same text you'd sent her a year ago. If you have a sec, can you come down here? You wondered if she would remember how you'd sent her that to get her to your room that night. She had come running, hair still wet from just showering. It had taken a bit of coaxing for her to stay with you that night, but she eventually caved. Tonight, you knew you wouldn't have to do that, but you were just as nervous as you waited for her to get there.

A knock at the door told you she was there and you glanced back making sure the cup was behind you before opening the door. "Seriously, babe, the same text. I was heading down here…" Her words died as she finally took in the candlelit room. "What are you…"

You grabbed both of her hands, drawing her further into the room. The door shutting with a loud click behind her. "I didn't plan on doing this tonight, but somehow it feels right." You could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she realized what was about to happen. It made you even more nervous about what her answer would be. "My whole life has been totally focused on one thing…hockey. But then you walked in and turned my world upside down." You could still remember that first night you saw her. God, how you'd wanted her, but even then, you knew she wasn't some one-night stand. (Y/N) had always been the woman men brought home to meet their parents and that's what scared the hell out of you. "I was stupid back then. I couldn't see how I could have a relationship with you and still focus on all the goals I wanted to achieve." You laughed then, partly out of nerves, but mostly at your stupidity back then. "I tried to fight it at first. I'm honestly surprised you talked to me after the way I treated you when you started with us." It was (Y/N)'s turn to laugh. You had no doubt, that there were times she wondered the same thing. "But then it was like there was some unseen force just pulling us together. Kinda like magnets, eh? First the elevator, then dinner that night, and so many other little things. Somehow it finally made it through my thick brain, how perfect we actually are for each other. I just needed to get you on board with it. Which was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be, but you finally relented. Almost a year to date, when we won the cup. Now, here we are, a year later and I not only have you, the sweetest, most kind, and loving woman out there, but we won the cup again. We did that together, baby." (Y/N) never considered her contributions made that much of a difference but you and the team knew better. She was just as much a part of this win as everyone else. "And I want to do everything in life with you forever."

You'd been standing there, with the cup at your back holding her hands while you'd poured your heart out. Dropping her right hand, you moved back so she could see the coveted trophy you'd just won. There laying inside was the small velvet box, you'd kept hidden away from her these last few weeks. Many things had gone in there, champagne, beer, pasta, even cereal, but none felt as special as the ring you'd picked out for (Y/N). You fell to one knee, still holding her left hand. "(Y/N), I love you more than anything in this world, including this big silver cup right here. And I don't want to try and win another one of these…or anything for that matter, without you by my side." The corner of your mouth tilted up in that crooked smile that she loved so much. "So, will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Your hands were shaking as you waited for her answer. Never in your life had you been this nervous; not during the draft or your first NHL game, but now it seemed as though they were out of control as you waited.

It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before she smiled through a few tears. "Yes, Sid. Yes, I'll marry you."

She was in your arms the minute the words left her mouth, as you came to your feet and picked her up off of hers. Her lips met yours in a kiss that spoke of all the love you had for each other and all the love you would share until the end of time. Some part of you still couldn't believe that she said yes as you finally set her back down on the floor. (Y/N) was everything you'd dreamed of, only you hadn't realized it until she came into your life and now you were getting to share the rest of yours with her. Reaching into the cup, you picked up the case that held the ring that would grace her hand for all time. She was shaking as you took it out of the container to place on her finger. "Sid, it's too much." She whispered as she finally took in the sight of the diamond.

All you could do was smile at her. "Nothing is too much for you, baby." You slipped it on her ring finger then. "I want the world to know how much I love you."

She kissed you again, something you looked forward to doing for the rest of your lives together. "I love you too." She held her hand out and you both just stood there admiring the ring, for different reasons. To you, it symbolized so much more than being an engaged couple. It was a commitment, not only to (Y/N) but to all the things that would come in the future, and oh how bright that future looked now. "It's beautiful," she breathed out, breaking you out of your musings.

"Just like the woman wearing it."

"I'm not so sure about that, considering I ran down here after that text. My hair is still a mess."

Kissing her again, you pulled her close. "You'll always be gorgeous to me, even when we're old and gray."

"Well, if you keep scaring me like that. I'll be gray before you know it."

"Alright, I promise, no more texts like that. As long as I have you by my side, that's all I need."

(Y/N) looked down at the ring on her finger again. "Looks like you're stuck with me forever."

Her eyes shifted back to yours before you breathed out. "Forever, won't be long enough."

It seemed as though your legs couldn't move fast enough, as you followed the trainers and doctors down the hall. You kept telling yourself to breathe and that everything would be fine. You weren't working for the Penguins back when Sid suffered a season ending concussion that kept him out of the game over a span of two years. Sid didn't speak about it too much, but you knew how hard it had been for him, and watching him take that hit tonight couldn't help but bring flashbacks of that time. You followed them into the room, staying out of the way so that the doctors could check him out. It was a process you'd probably watched a hundred times on numerous players, but watching them work on Sid scared the hell out of you.

You grabbed your phone and quickly dialed Trina. "How is he?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

"I'm not sure. The doctors are talking with him now. He hasn't said much." Gear was being taken off of him, as well as vitals all being checked." He hasn't even looked at me." You heard a hitch in Trina's voice, confirming your worst fears, for she too knew that it was unlike Sid to let you worry if nothing was wrong. Ears straining, you heard Sid mumble something yet couldn't make out the words. Was his speech grabbled? Had the hit affected him that badly? You sent up a silent prayer that everything would be fine. It was while they were checking his reflexes and his response to light that you were able to give Trina the next update. "They're taking him to the hospital. Sounds like they want to do an MRI to rule everything."

"You're going with him, right?"

"Yes, of course. I'll update you the minute I know anything."

"Thank you (Y/N). I'll know you'll take good care of my boy." The two of you said goodbye and then you headed over to tell Chris you were going to the hospital, and where all the forms were if anyone else got hurt. You quickly ran down to your office and grabbed your bag, before heading to the training room. Sid was stripped out of his uniform and already in sweats, when you got back, doctors' still surrounding him.

It was only then that he finally spoke to you. "Babe, can you grab my wallet and phone?"

"Yeah, sure." You headed over to the locker room, the period having ended by now.

"How is he?" You weren't sure if it was Flower that asked or Tanger. Hell, it could've been Geno. You were on autopilot simply heading to his stall and sifting through it to get what you needed.

"They're taking him to the hospital to get checked out further. I'll keep you in the loop."

Flower came up to you then, throwing a hand over your shoulder. "He'll be alright, (Y/N)." Just that small gesture and you were ready to crumble into a million pieces on the floor. You felt the first tear slip out. Quickly, you swiped it away before more followed in its wake. "Call Vero, if the game is still going or if it's after call me. You got this." He hugged you, and you felt a few more hands pat your back as you headed back to Sid.

"The car's ready." The doctor proclaimed once you entered the room. "Are you going with us or following in Sid's car." You hadn't even thought about it, as every instinct in your body wanted to go with your boyfriend, but you supposed it made more sense to take the Land Rover, so you could take Sid home after the tests.

"I'll meet you there." The doctor nodded, then took Sid by the elbow. You could tell by the way Sid held himself that he was unused to being coddled, like a toddler just learning to walk, yet he didn't shrug off the help either. The drive to the hospital seemed endless and even turning on the radio to listen to the game didn't seem to distract you from thoughts of Sid going through another lengthy concussion. Of course, you ran every worst-case scenario through your head. If he would be out for the rest of the season, you'd have to get someone to replace you with the team as you'd need to be there for him. There was always the option of getting someone to stay with him, but you hated that idea. He was your boyfriend, you wanted to be the one to care for him. And what if the recovery was a lengthy one, what would you do then? The ink was barely dry on the contract you'd signed earlier this year. Was it too late to turn the job down? You knew Sid would never hear of you quitting to take care of him, but what if you didn't have a choice? Every thought made you sicker and sicker to your stomach.

Your hand went to rest on your abdomen, hoping to ease your worries, but instead, it magnified them by tenfold. The baby. You'd completely forgotten about the other little predicament you were in. There was no time to think about it though as you pulled up to the hospital. Rushing inside, you made your way to imaging where Sid's MRI was already in progress. You waited outside, sitting in one of the chairs while nervous energy coursed through your body. Your phone dinged, alerting you to a text. Tanger was keeping you up to date on the game and wanting to know how Sidney was. Unfortunately, you had nothing to report at the moment. He tried to reassure that everything would be fine, but that was easier said than done, especially since Tanger himself was out with a long-term injury. At least he tried to distract as much as possible.

A nurse finally came out to the waiting room, which was empty except for you. "The doctor's reviewing the scans now, but Mr. Crosby asked if you could come in." You got up and made your way over to her, then stopped abruptly. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just…" you weren't exactly sure how to say this, at the same time you had to know. "I think I might be pregnant." God, she didn't need to know that, especially when even Sid didn't know. "I have an appointment tomorrow." Now you were babbling, giving information out that definitely wasn't needed. "I just didn't know if it was safe."

She patted your shoulders. "It's perfectly fine for you to go inside. MRIs are safe. It's CAT scans you want to stay away from."

"Oh, thank you." You started to head inside once again and then turned back again. "I'd appreciate it if this stayed between us." The last thing you needed was it getting out to the press, that Sidney Crosby's girlfriend was pregnant.

"Of course."

Sid was laying on a gurney off to the side; eyes closed even though the lights were dimmed. He probably had a splitting headache. You went to his side, the back of your hand caressing his cheek. His eyes fluttered open. "Hey babe, how's the head feel?"

"Not too bad actually. I feel like I'll be back on the ice tomorrow for sure."

"Sid." You let your voice carry the weight and the enormity of what a decision like that would mean.

"I know, I know. We'll wait and see what Doc has to say."

"Thank you," you whispered keeping your voice low.

The doctor chose that moment to come in and talk to Sid. "I looked over the scans a few times." Sid grabbed your hand. It let you know he was more worried than he had let on. "It's a concussion, as I expected." Your heart sank for your boyfriend and you gave his hand a reassuring squeezing. "But it's just a mild one. Nothing like before. I expect you'll be back on the ice in a few days. IF you rest." The doctor emphasized the word if, and you knew why. He knew your boyfriend as well as you did and knew that he would try anything and everything to get back onto the ice. "You were lucky. That was a nasty hit you took, but I don't see you having any long-term effects from it."

"That's good news," you declared, while at the same time Sid said, "So you think I'll be out on the ice in a day or so."

"Sid, Doc said you needed rest."

"Yes, I did. Thank you for reminding him, (Y/N). Go home, put some ice on that neck and try to take it easy. I don't want you driving either until I've cleared you. I'll reevaluate you tomorrow at practice. I'm going to call Sully. I'll see you both tomorrow." With that, the doctor left.

"Come on, let's get you home and in bed." Sid nodded, gingerly getting up off the hospital bed he was laying on. You knew he was feeling the effects of the concussion more than he let on, but at least things weren't as bad as you originally thought.

The ride home was quiet; the radio off as Sid laid his head back on the seat. You were probably five miles from home when he finally asked. "So, how'd the game go?"

He would eventually find out, but you knew he wouldn't be pleased with what you had to say. "We lost…in overtime. The guys really gave it their all."

"Yeah, I'm sure they did, though it's hard being a man down."

You briefly thought about pointing out that Niskanen had been kicked out but didn't want to add any salt to the wound, so you remained silent. Choosing instead to add, "We'll get the next one." He simply hummed a response, as you pulled into the driveway. "I'll help you upstairs, then I'm going to call the guys."

"You don't need to. Besides I'm kind of hungry. Think I'm going to make a sandwich first."

"I can do that for you." You were both in the house now and hurried into the kitchen to see what you could find to make him. "There's leftover pasta from last night if you want that instead?"

"Sure, that sounds good." He pulled up a seat at the island as you got the plate ready for him. It took no time at all before you set that and some water in front of him. "Thank you." You headed over to your purse searching for your phone. "Why don't you sit with me for a bit?"

"I am. I just want to text Flower and see if he can take you home after practice tomorrow."

He scrunched his eyes together. "Can't you do it?"

"Uh, no. I can't." He stopped eating his pasta so he could look at you. "I have an appointment." While your original plan had been to tell Sid everything. Tonight's events had made you change your mind. The last thing he needed to hear was that you were pregnant.

"For?" He prompted, not letting the issue die, while at the same time returning to his favorite meal.

"It's a…" you hem hawed, trying to think of something that would seem appropriate to tell him. Fidgeting the entire time, as you tried to scramble for words that didn't want to appear in your brain.

"(Y/N), is something wrong?" Food completely forgotten, he shoved his plate aside, swiveling in the stool so that he was now facing you.

"We can talk about it when you're feeling better. If you're done, why don't we head up to bed."

"My head is fine, but I'm only going to feel better if you tell me what's really going on?" He was concerned, you could see it written all over his face. When you didn't answer right away, he started making guesses. "Are you sick? You're not thinking of moving out? Please tell me tonight didn't make you rethink our relationship?"

His mind always seemed to travel a mile a minute and you could barely keep up as he spouted one idea after another. "No, no it's not like that at all."

"Then what is it, babe? You're making me nervous."

You inhaled deeply, knowing that the only way out of this was by telling him the truth. "I didn't want to tell you like this, because it's the last thing you need to think about, but…" He grabbed your hands, as you'd been so nervous that you started to crack your knuckles.

"Just say it, (Y/N)."

"I think I'm pregnant, Sid." There it was the one thing you didn't want to have to say especially after the man had just been concussed. Maybe by some luck of fate, he'd forget it all in the morning.

"You think you're pregnant?" Sid repeated, a small smile forming on his face.

"Well yeah, I mean I took a test. Two really and they both were positive. I didn't want to say anything until I confirmed everything with the doctor."

The smile on his face continued to grow. "When? How? I mean…why didn't you tell me?" His concussion definitely had to be a mild one for how quickly he was thinking tonight. You couldn't even answer one question before he had another one out.

"I'm not exactly sure about the when part. As for the how, I don't think we need to go back to fourth-grade health class. But when we were packing for DC, I realized I hadn't had my period in a while. So…uh…yeah…I sort of lied that night and said I needed to talk to Vero and went and bought some tests." Like you had flipped a switch, you could see the current of your words traveling to his brain as he processed everything. "I took them once we were at the hotel."

"(Y/N), you should've told me."

"How could I? You shouldn't be focusing on something like this when you're in the middle of a playoff run."

The disapproving look he gave you, could rival any of those your grandmother had given you throughout your childhood. You felt like a sullen child who was being banished to the corner for a timeout, all with one look from him. "I'm fully capable of thinking about more than hockey, (Y/N) and you know that."

The guilt you felt at just that simple statement, started to eat away at your gut. If you were being honest with yourself there was another reason, but it was harder to admit than you thought. "I know you are. I suppose that's just a copout." You took a shaky breath before you continued. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

Tears started to well in your eyes. With the pad of his thumb, Sid brushed them away. "I don't know…of everything. That we're not ready for this, since we haven't even been dating a whole year. That our life is going to change drastically. That I'll have to give up my job." Once you started rattling things off it was as if you couldn't stop. The last one though, well that made you choke on a sob before you could even get it out. "That I won't be a good mother." It all felt so wrong, dumping this all on him while he was injured. Which just seemed to prove your point about the last part. Moms' should put their child's needs first and not their own. You were going to be horrible at this.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered and gathered you into his arms. He comforted you for a few moments before pulling you back to look you in the eye. "You're going to be the best mom there is. Look at the way you take care of all of us. And believe me, I know we can be a handful. It's like you already have almost thirty kids now." You had to laugh for he was somewhat right, for sometimes grown men could act like toddlers. "As for your job, we can work that out. We'll hire a nanny if you want, so you can still work. I mean yeah you'll need to take some time off after you have the baby, but we'll figure that out." How he could simply solve all your problems, amazed you. Concussion or not, the man was always at the top of his game, at least where you were concerned. "And I'm not sure if you realize this, but I've been ready to have kids with you for a while now." That smile, the genuine one that got caught on camera every now and then, graced his lips. "It's all I can think about sometimes. How beautiful you'll look carrying our child, and how great it will be to teach our kid to skate or throw a ball. I've even thought about taking them to soccer practice or ballet. I think about all those things because I want them all with you."

"It might not be so great when they wake up screaming at two in the morning because of a poopy diaper."

He giggled causing you to laugh as well. "Ok, admittedly that won't be a highlight, but I'll gladly get up and change it, or feed them a bottle, or rock him or her back to sleep. I can't wait for all that."

"So, you're ok with this?"

"(Y/N), I'm more than ok with this. You're literally making me the happiest man alive." You smiled. The first real one since you thought you were pregnant. "So, we're doing this right?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah, yeah we are."

His lips met yours then. The kiss sweet and tender, and filled with so much love. "We're having a baby, baby." You laughed kissing him back as you both were just giddy with thoughts of becoming a family of three. "So, what time's your appointment? I'd like to go with you if that's ok?"

"I made it for after practice. I thought you'd be watching film and I could sneak away for a bit." You admitted a bit sheepishly for going behind his back. "I can see if we can make it for later."

"No, it's fine. I don't need to stay for films. Let's face it, I won't be playing the next game. Doc all but said that. I can catch up on them later. This is more important."

"But…"

"No buts, babe. I'm going with you."

"Ok," you agreed knowing that you weren't going to win that argument even if you tried. "But now we are heading to bed. You need rest."

"So, do you…mom."

You smiled, while happy tears formed in your eyes. "Ok…dad." The two of you headed upstairs, dishes still on the counter.

*********

By two o'clock the next day, you were sitting in the doctor's office, after having your blood drawn and peeing in a cup, waiting for the doctor to give you the official news. Sid's eyes were huge as they took in the exam room. You warned him that the doctor would probably want to take out your IUD, but hadn't exactly gone into details about anything. "Why are those things there?"

You were sitting on the table, clad in only a gown, while Sid sat in a chair pulled up beside you. "The stirrups?" He nodded and you had to laugh. Of course, he'd seen his fair share of exam tables but never one at an OB/GYN. "My feet go there when the doctor examines me." He raised one eyebrow. "Just stay topside and we'll be fine." You were saved from answering further questions by the doctor coming in.

"It's good to see you again, (Y/N)." She said taking your hand and shaking it. "And this is…" It was only then that she noticed sitting beside you was hockey great, Sidney Crosby. "Oh, I know who you are…Mr. Crosby. I…" she stuttered somewhat star-struck. Sid had that effect on people. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."

"It's ok, and please call me Sid."

"Oh…well…yes. Nice to meet you, Sid." She shook his hand, then proceeded to look at your chart. "So it says here, you think you might be pregnant? Any idea when your last period was?"

"Beginning of February."

She nodded and then reviewed the chart. "Ok, so I'd like to do an ultrasound and check things out if you don't mind. Go ahead and put your feet up and scooch down to the end of the table." You did as instructed, checking on Sid to make sure how he was doing. He kept his eyes trained on your face which was for the best. She moved the wand around several times, eyes on the screen as she did. Both you and Sid watched along with her. You'd seen this on television a million times. There would be this little blob, that you probably couldn't make out, and eventually, the doctor would say that was your baby. So you really weren't surprised when you didn't recognize anything coming up on the screen. A few more passes with the wand and then the doctor was removing it. "You can go ahead and sit up for me, (Y/N)." Once again, doing as you were told, you sat up looking at the doctor expectantly. "I'm sorry to say this, but you're not pregnant."

"I don't understand. I took two tests," you told her, not fully comprehending her words. "They both were positive."

She nodded her head, before saying anything more, while Sid grabbed your hand for support. "So, let's talk about a few things here. Your urine test today came back positive as well, but the blood result was inconclusive. That's why I wanted to do the ultrasound before confirming your pregnancy. (Y/N), you had what we like to call a chemical pregnancy."

"Chemical pregnancy?" This from Sid as he was listening just as intently as you were to the doctor.

"Yes, it's basically when the embryo, doesn't attach or grow in the uterus. There's no real known cause. It can happen for a number of reasons, and we really don't get into a deep dive as to why, unless it occurs more than once."

"So, you're saying I was pregnant but I'm not anymore?"

"Unfortunately, yes." You bit the inside of your cheek to stave off any tears that threatened to flow. All that talk of 2 a.m. feedings and diaper changes, last night were for nothing. The empty pit in your heart felt just as empty as your womb, and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Was there something I did or didn't do? Should I have come in sooner?"

She patted your other hand, the one Sid wasn't holding. "As I said, there really isn't anything you could've done. There could be any number of reasons this happened, one of the most common is hormone imbalances, and with you still having your IUD; that could've been the cause. I can't be a hundred percent sure though. I will say this though if you're looking to get pregnant, we definitely need to remove it. I'm going to give you two a couple minutes. I'll be back in a few and we can discuss it a bit more."

You felt numb. Almost like when you woke up from a nightmare, only you were living it. The last seven days had been a roller coaster of emotions and it seemed as though you weren't going to be able to get off the ride anytime soon. You looked over at Sid, there was a sadness in his eyes, that you felt down in your soul. "I'm so sorry," you whispered out.

"(Y/N), you have nothing to be sorry for." He got up then, standing beside you, and gathered you in his arms.

"I'm sorry I put you through this," you told him. "I should've been sure before…" A hiccup escaped you as you choked on a sob. "I'm sorry…I don't know why I'm crying." His arms moved up and down your back in a soothing motion, as tears continued to fall from your eyes. "It seems silly too…over something we never even had."

"It's not silly, (Y/N). It hurts. It hurts like hell actually." You heard him sniffle and knew he felt just as horrible as you did. That thought only made you feel worse. If you hadn't told him, he wouldn't have to be going through this right now, but at the same time, you'd be here, alone. Maybe it was selfish, but you couldn't imagine receiving this news by yourself. "And it hurts because we both wanted this."

You did want this. Somewhere between taking those home pregnancy tests and this morning, you finally realized you wanted to be a mom. It wasn't just that though. You wanted a baby with Sid. You wanted this baby, but you didn't have him or her anymore. "We did, didn't we?"

"Yes, babe, we did." When he pulled you back from his embrace, his face took on a serious look. "But we can try again, (Y/N). There's no reason we can't do this right now."

"But what if it happens again?"

"Then we keep trying, and I'll find the best doctors to find out why this is happening." Somewhere deep down, you knew that Sid would go to the ends of the earth if he had to. "And if that doesn't work we can do that invitro thing." He probably had no clue what that involved, hell you didn't really either, but it spoke volumes to how badly he wanted a baby with you. Capturing your chin with his thumb and index finger, he made sure you were looking him in the eye before he spoke. "If that doesn't work, there's always adoption. And before you say anything, I would be thrilled to adopt a baby with you. There are so many kids out there that need a loving home, babe, and we could give them that."

Tears freely flowing now at all that he was offering you. Not just himself, but possibly his legacy too. "Sid…"

"No, (Y/N), don't say it. I love you and at the end of the day, you're all I need. No one else but you. Whatever happens, happens. Ok?"

There was no way in this world you could love this man possibly more than you did at this moment. "Ok. I love you too." The kiss to your lips he gave you, was tender and sweet and spoke of all the promises he'd just made and more that you felt were coming.

The doctor came in right at that moment. "Oh." The two of you broke apart at her exclamation.

"Sorry," Sid said sheepishly.

"No, it's fine. I can give you both more time."

The last three regular season games were on the road, so when you got back to Pittsburgh the guys planned a night out to celebrate before heading into the playoffs in three days. Obviously, there wouldn't be any heavy drinking being done, at least not by the veteran players, but it was just a chance to wind down. You weren't exactly excited to go as you felt your bed calling to you more than the bar, but there was no way that either you or Sid was going to get out of going. So, when you walked into the bar, you plastered a smile on your face.

It was Vero who came up to your first. "Everything ok, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, just tired tonight for some reason."

"Well, that's understandable after this season." She handed you a drink. The two of you clinking glasses before toasting a successful regular season. "Don't leave tonight without getting your jacket from me?"

Jacket? "I didn't think I left a jacket at your place," you stated curiously wondering what jacket she was talking about.

"You didn't silly. It's your playoff jacket." When you still looked at her questioningly she went on. "The one all of the wives and girlfriends get for playoffs. They came in yesterday."

"I didn't order one."

"No, Sid did." When she saw the look on your face she added. "Or maybe you weren't supposed to know that." She took a long swallow of her drink. "Anyway, I have yours here to give you."

"Thanks," you mumbled out unsure of what else to say. The WAGS part of hockey was something you had struggled with during the season. Never quite knowing where you fit in. Sure you helped out with all the fundraising that they did, along with toy drives and other volunteer work throughout the season. But you were never able to do a lot of the get-togethers. You were always on the road with the guys when they would have a gathering and watch the game. You tried to make it to the bridal and baby showers as long as it didn't interfere with your schedule, but there were some you missed along the way. It almost didn't feel quite right getting a jacket. When would you wear it? It probably wouldn't go with the normal business attire you wore to the games.

You excused yourself to go find Sid, who was in conversation with Cully. Cully saw the look in your eye and politely snuck away to find his wife. "Did you order me a jacket?" There was no point in beating around the bush, you decided.

"Uh," Sid stuttered. "Yeah…I did." He recovered quickly though. "And before you say anything, yes you should have one because you are a girlfriend of a player, in case you forgot."

You shook your head at him. "I didn't forget. I just," you searched for the right words. "I don't know. I don't feel like I deserve one."

"What?" Sid asked pulling a face of distaste. "Of course you do. You help as much as anyone with all the foundation work."

"I mean I try, but it's not like I get to hang out with the girls much. It kind of feels…well wrong."

Sid set his drink down then so that he could slide his hands around your waist. "Babe, first off I don't think any of the women feel like you don't deserve it. Look at Anna, she's modeling all the time plus raising Nikita. I doubt she makes it to every function. Or Vero, she and Catherine have the kids and the clothing line, so I'm sure they don't get to every single thing the girls do either." He had a point. "Besides, is it really wrong of me to want to see my girlfriend wearing my number?" He gave you those sad puppy dog eyes of his. The ones that you found there was no way of telling no, no matter what he asked.

"I suppose not."

His crooked grin popped up and you couldn't help but peck his lips. "Good, because I plan on making you wear it and nothing else when we go home."

"In that case, let me go get that jacket now." Sid chuckled, tightening his grasp on you.

"Unfortunately, we can't leave right now. Considering we've only been here…say fifteen minutes."

"I could make it worth your while." You let your fingers lightly walk up his chest until they could dance in the curls at the nape of his neck. He sighed in frustration, but you knew he'd never give in. The captain in him needing to make sure that everyone had a nice time tonight.

"I promise we'll leave early." He said then nibbled your ear.

"Well, you better stop that then." You kissed him one last time before moving out of his embrace. "I'm going to talk to the girls. Come find me when you're ready to go home." The two of you separated then, though always seemed to find your way back to one another during the night. True to his word Sid left the party early, only so that he could see you wearing the aforementioned jacket and nothing else. You had to admit it was a cute design, but you planned on pairing it with other clothes, much to Sid's dismay.

The team was on fire in the first round. Eliminating the Blue Jacket in just five games. Sid scored points in all but one game. His best being the second game of the series. Finishing the first round early meant that you had a few extra days before you started round two. It took a couple days after the win to find out you'd be playing the Washington Capitals as they beat the Leafs in overtime. Since Washington was seeded above you, they had home advantage. The night before your flight you and Sid were both packing for the upcoming trip. You'd been living out of your suitcase so much that you didn't really think when you packed anymore. It was always the same thing, grab your makeup bag along with your toiletries and pack your clothes. It wasn't until you were halfway done that you saw that small bag stuffed in one of the pockets. Filled with tampons and pads, you took it with you every trip, only you hadn't used it the last couple of months. You hadn't given it much thought with your busy schedule, but then you never really had heavy periods with your IUD. They were barely a day. Quickly you flipped open your calendar to check when your last one was. It revealed you hadn't had one since early February and now you were going into May in just a couple days. You'd never gone this long without spotting or at least a day or two of bleeding. Something had to be wrong. You weren't pregnant, couldn't be. Could you? I mean you had an IUD for a reason and that reason was birth control.

Panic started to set in. "Hey babe," you heard Sid yell from the closet. "Do you know where my blue striped tie is?"

You had to shake yourself, to register that he was asking you a question about his clothes and not about when your last period was. "In the middle drawer, on the left-hand side. You put it in the wrong spot when you used it to…" your voice trailed off as you remembered him blindfolding you with it, then tying you to the bed with a couple others, less than a week ago.

"Oh yeah," he said walking out of the closet, tie in hand, while a shit-eating smirk was plastered to his face. "You know we could…" No, you couldn't! Not when you thought you could be pregnant right now. You couldn't think about having sex.

"Um...I... can't. I just forgot I told Vero, I'd stop at her place and pick something up."

"Now?

"Yeah… but it's…well it's a girl thing," you finally blurted out not knowing what else to say.

"A girl thing, huh?" You could tell Sid didn't believe you for one minute. "Why don't you just say you're doing something special for the rooms, (Y/N)." You had, always did but that was so not the case right now.

"Uh, you caught me. Sorry but I'm not going to say anything else." You grabbed your purse then headed out of the bedroom.

"Um, aren't you forgetting something?" Sid called out as you were halfway to the stairs.

"Huh?"

He walked up to you and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you close to him. "Where's my kiss?"

"Oh," you whispered out a bit harshly. The two of you always gave each other a kiss when leaving but in your haste to get out, you'd completely forgotten. Your lips found his, briefly, then you stumbled out of his hold. "I'll see ya in a few." You didn't see Sid shaking his head softly chuckling to himself as he went back to packing.

You honestly thought about going to Vero's but she had the kids and it was late, and you didn't want to wake them up. Plus, there was the whole Marc-Andre being there thing, which was sure to cause more speculation. What if he overheard and told Sid? You couldn't have that happening. The only other thing you knew for sure was that you couldn't drive over to the local store and pick up a pregnancy test since half the town knew who you dated. Opting to take the twenty-five minute drive up the Cranberry, you went to the Wal-mart there that had self-checkout. At least you could hide it in your basket and no one would be the wiser. You grabbed two different kinds, along with some protein bars, m & m's, and some makeup wipes. It was enough so that no one would question what you bought. Your only problem now was getting them into the house and taking them.

Thankfully, Sid was distracted watching the Predators and Blues play on tv. He peeked his head up from the couch that he was laying on when you came, but only so you could drop a kiss to his lips. "I'm going to go finish packing." You ran up the stairs only to hear him say he was coming right up behind you. So much for taking that test now. You shoved them into your suitcase throwing some clothes on top of them before Sid came in.

"Get everything taken care of?"

"Yeah, it was really nothing. Just wanted to go over something with her." You busied yourself putting stuff in your suitcase as to not look over anxious about being pregnant.

"Ok," he said eyeing you funny. "You sure it's not something else? You seem…I don't know distracted."

God, he could read you so well. You should just tell him and get it over with, but the last thing he needed on his mind right now was the possibility of you being pregnant. He needed to be concentrating on the upcoming series. "I'm fine. Just a little nervous about the game is all."

He came up and wrapped his arms around your midsection and you felt yourself stiffen. It wasn't until he rested his chin on your shoulder that you relaxed a bit, finally realizing that there was no way he could think you might be pregnant. "We're all nervous, babe, but it'll be fine. We're just going to go in there and play the game as we know how." You let his mundane talk of hockey lull you into a sense of comfort.

"I know. You're absolutely right. I'm stressing out for no reason." And you were, just not about the game. Let's face it, when the doctor put in your IUD he said there was a slim chance of pregnancy happening so you were probably freaking out over nothing at all. You'd just wait until you got to DC and were in your own hotel room before taking the test and finding out the results you already knew. Which were, that you were not pregnant.

"Anything I can help you pack or can we call it a night soon?"

"I just have to grab a few things from the closet and we're all good."

You tried to sleep that night but it was really no use. You couldn't even toss and turn as Sid had his arm draped over you the entire night. What little sleep you did get, was filled with dreams of babies. They weren't bad dreams by any means. They were just the kind you weren't sure you were ready for. Oh, you wanted to be a mom, that's for sure. You and Sid had even talked about kids a few times. You just weren't sure you were ready for them now. Sid was at the peak of his career, and you, well you were just starting out with Pens organization. Not to mention that you weren't even married to Sid. You certainly saw this all in your future, say two or three years down the road. Just not now.

With heavy lids you boarded the plane the next day, curling up with the blanket you always took and made a mental pros and cons list on the short flight. It was literally fifty-fifty when you landed so you had no more clarity on your ever pending baby situation when you got to the hotel. "I'm gonna unpack," you told Sid once you got to the hotel, hoping that he wouldn't follow you to the room.

"Alright, I think we're going to watch film for the next hour. I'll call you when I get back to the room."

The team watching film gave you ample time to take the pregnancy tests you'd brought. It meant no one would be bothering you for at least the next hour and a half or longer. You quickly opened your bag and sifted through your things to find the tests. You read them both carefully, opting to pee in a cup that way you could try both tests hoping to see two negatives. It was hard waiting the three minutes it took to find out the results. You literally had to walk out of the bathroom and start putting your clothes away to distract yourself from not staring directly at them.

You jumped when the timer went off. Your shirt dropping to the floor as you were in the middle of hanging it. You took a deep breath then looked at the first test. There in digital writing was the word PREGNANT staring back at you. That's ok, you told yourself; there were always false positives, which is why you bought the other test. You picked that one up next. There were clearly two lines that meant it too was saying you were pregnant.

Pregnant. The word flopped over and over in your head. Tears started to fall but you didn't know if they were happy ones or sad ones, as your emotions were all over the place. On one hand, you were thrilled to be having Sid's baby, but on the other, it just seemed like bad timing. You tossed both tests into a bag then shoved them in the garbage. Sure you had a fleeting thought about wrapping it up in a cute little box and having Sid open it, but now was not the time for that. In fact, the more you thought about it, you weren't going to mention this to him at all, at least not until playoffs were over.

It was the right choice. At least that's what you told yourself as you went back to unpacking, after getting rid of all evidence of the pregnancy tests. Sid needed to concentrate on playoffs and he couldn't do that if he was thinking about being a dad for the first time or even worse if he was worrying about whether or not you were going to throw up during the second period. It was strange that you hadn't really experienced any morning sickness yet, but then you were unsure how far along you actually were. Which was something you needed to figure out sooner rather than later. You picked up your phone as you sat on the bed and called your gynecologist. You'd be back in Pittsburgh in four days, though that would be a Sunday. Monday was a game day, so that was out as well. Luckily, the doctor's office was able to squeeze you on Tuesday afternoon. It would be a long six days to put it out of your mind, but you were just going to have to push through and focus on hockey, instead of the little baby growing inside you.

Your arms locked around your midsection and you sucked in a few breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. Right at that moment, there was a knock at the door, making you jump once again. You really had to get ahold of your nerves. You opened the door, to find none other than Sid standing there. "Are you ok? You look a little pale."

"You just surprised me that's all." It took you a second to collect yourself. Surely, it hadn't been over an hour since you came up to your room. "What are you doing here already?"

"We finished early. I tried to call, but you didn't answer." You must have hit the mute button when you were calling the doctor to make your appointment.

"Sorry I guess I was just deep in thought."

"I kind of figured something was wrong." Wait, there's no way he could know about the pregnancy tests. Unless he saw the bag last night, but you'd been certain it was hidden.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Babe, don't lie to me." Fuck. That was the only thought running through your mind as you started to stutter. Sid finally closed the distance between the two of you, enveloping you in his arms. "You don't have to say anything. I know it's got to be hard being here in the exact situation again." You were hidden in his chest, which worked to your advantage, so he couldn't see the look of confusion on your face. "Trust me, we are not going anywhere near that restaurant. So, you can stop worrying about seeing that asshole Christian."

Christian! Of course, that's what he meant. "You know this place doesn't hold all bad memories," Sid added when you didn't say anything. "This is definitely where I fell in love with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he breathed out. The two of you moved further into the room then, sitting on the bed. "We got stuck in that elevator and I was pretty much a goner for you right then." You remembered that. How he kept you calm while you waited for the elevator to get fixed.

"It's funny I thought you were kind of indifferent to me back then."

"Oh, believe me, (Y/N), I was anything but indifferent." He pulled you onto his lap then. His fingers lightly skating over your body, more in a comforting manner than anything else. "I think I just finally realized that I could have everything I ever wanted then. And now I have it." He sweetly kissed your lips, and your body relaxed into him. You had everything you wanted too, and apparently a little something extra. You should tell him right now, just get it out in the open. If he figured out a year ago that you could make everything work together, you'd surely be able to figure out how to handle having a baby together. His phone rang then, the small vibration traveling up your leg, as it was in his pants pocket where you were sitting. He fished underneath you to answer it, not willing to relinquish you yet. "Hey," Sid answered. There was some mumbling on the other end, but you recognized the voice as head coach Mike Sullivan's. "Yeah, I can do that. I'm sure she won't mind either." Fuck, you still forgot to turn your phone back on. You tried to grab it, but it was on the other side of the bed, and there was no way to reach it when Sid had you trapped against him. "We'll see you in like ten minutes."

Sid hung up the phone and you looked at him expectantly. "Sully wants to know if we could head over to the arena, apparently there was some issue with some missing equipment, nothing crazy important I don't think, but he's hoping you'll be able to find where we can get it before tomorrow." There had been times over the last year when a certain tape didn't get packed or laces seemed to be missing, and while before you started working, Dana and the equipment managers would scramble to find something, you'd sort of just been able to get it without any problems. "He tried to call you but…"

"My phone's still off." You glanced over to it lying on the bed, assuming Sidney would let you get up then, but he didn't.

"Hey before we go, I just want you to know, that nothing bad is going to happen here." He still thought you were worrying about that slime ball Christian. Had Sully not called, you were definitely going to tell him the truth, but now it looked as though fate was telling you to wait. "I love you, (Y/N) and I'm always going to take care of you."

You kissed his lips, savoring the feel of him on your mouth. "I know Sid, and I love you too." He returned your kiss then, chasing your lips before finally releasing you. "Now, I gotta go." You grabbed the phone, turning the ringer back on before tossing it in your purse.

"I'm coming with you, you know." You eyed him skeptically. He probably thought you were afraid to roam the city alone. "I'm gonna check out the ice while you do your thing." His little excuse was cute and if it made him happy to tagalong who were you to tell him no.

Somehow you made it through the first two games without Sidney being any more suspicious of what truly was going on. It seemed immersing yourself completely in work gave you no time to think about what your future looked like. A future that included a miniature Sidney Crosby possibly coming into the world in few months. Everything was working out to follow your timeline. The game would be Monday night, then you'd be there for the guys during the morning skate. After which they would go watch film, while you went to the doctor's office. You'd told Sidney that Vero wanted to go over some of the plans for the park they were gifting, that way you could leave right after practice.

Everything was going according to plans, until Monday night before the game. Vero stopped by as the guys were still playing their game of two touch. "Hey, Marc-Andre said you were stopping over to talk about the park tomorrow. I thought we had that all taken care of?"

You hadn't really let Vero in on things, not wanting to tell anyone before you talked to Sidney. But it seemed you were going to have to say something so she'd cover for you. "Um, yeah we do. I kind of need a favor though."

"Sure, (Y/N). What can I do?"

"Just cover for me, tomorrow. I need to do something."

"(Y/N), you know I love you, but what's this about."

You thought you could be vague, but you should've known that Vero would want more information than that. "I have to go to a doctor's appointment and I don't want Sidney to know about it."

"You're not sick are you?" There was concern and worry in her voice, which left you no choice but to tell her the truth.

"No, just…" you brought your voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm late."

Her eyes slowly went wide as realization dawned on her. "Oh," she breathed out. "Oh wow, that's so exciting." Her voice was a little high pitched and you shushed her, in case one of the guys would come around the corner. "Did you take a test? Sid is going to freak out? In a good way of course." She was rambling a mile a minute, so you pulled her into your office shutting the door so no one else could hear the two of you talk.

"I did." You answered her first question about taking a home pregnancy test. "They were positive and Sid freaking out is why I'm not telling him until I'm a hundred percent sure. This is like the last thing he needs right now. We're in the middle of playoffs, V. He needs to concentrate on that."

"Pfft, it's not like he has to do anything right now, but hold your hair back. He can totally do that and still be the greatest player on the ice. Next to my husband of course."

You chuckled as she tried to lighten the mood. "I know but he's Sid. He's going to overthink everything."

"Like you're not?" Her hands were on her hips giving you her best mom look.

"Ok, I might be."

"You are, trust me. Just tell him, (Y/N), everything will be fine." She enveloped you in a hug then and you realized that she was right. You were overthinking this. If anyone had been in your shoes it was Vero. "You'll feel a million times better as soon as you do, and besides wouldn't it be nice to have him there tomorrow."

You pulled back then, looking at her face, only seeing kind eyes and the truth. It would be easier if you had Sid by your side. "I'll tell him tonight, after the game."

Your nerves suddenly seemed to disappear. Vero was right, just the thought of telling him put your heart at ease. "You do realize I'm going to spoil your kid rotten, just like you do Estelle and Scarlett."

A smile, a truly genuine one, finally graced your face as you thought about your little ones all playing together during the offseason. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Vero headed for the door then, as it was getting closer to game time. "Promise me you'll talk to Sid. It won't be as bad as you think."

"I will and Vero…" she turned back to look at you. "Thank you."

"Anytime (Y/N)." She headed off to the family suite to meet up with the other ladies for the game, while you headed out to check on the guys. They were just heading out for warmups and Sid smiled as he passed you. You really had a good feeling that everything was going to be fine. You just needed to get through these next sixty minutes of hockey and then you could tell Sid everything.

By the time the game finally got started, you were feeling more like yourself. Things got off to a fast pace, which seemed to be in the Pens' favor. On Sid's third shift of the game, he got the puck right in front of the Caps bench. He took off, passing it over quickly to Jake, who held on to it for a moment before returning it back to Sid. He fired it off into the net, but you missed Holtby denying the shot, as first Ovechkin slashed him. But it wasn't that, that made your heart drop down to your stomach. It was the cross-check to the head, by Matt Niskanen that made you want to throw up right where you were standing. Sid lay there on the ice momentarily on his side, then he fell onto his stomach and didn't move. You were half ready to go out on the ice when you felt an arm from Jon Taglianetti, wrap around you halting your progress. "Chris's got him, (Y/N)." You watched helplessly as the trainer went flying across the ice at record speed.

You literally couldn't breathe. Sure you'd watch any number of the guys get hurt, but this was different. It was Sid. Your Sid. It felt like all the air was sucked out of the arena as everyone there held their collective breathes waiting to see if their captain would be alright. Horny was the first one over and you quickly looked at his face to gauge how bad it was before returning your eyes to Sid. Horny grimaced. The look did not bode for your boyfriend laying on the ice. Sid tried to get up then, only to fall back down. You had never felt so helpless in your entire life. Your job was literally to call the families and reassure them that things were being taken care of and that their loved one was ok, but you weren't sure who was going to tell you that. You couldn't even see Sid's face to know how badly he was hurt as he kept his gaze on the ice.

Once you were back in Pittsburgh, it was business as normal. Well, maybe normal wouldn't be the right word for you, as you were busy helping with the Stadium series game that would take place at the end of February against the Flyers. Your hours were a little later when you were in town, which Sid didn't mind as he just spent extra time on the ice or watching films while he waited for you. You insisted that you could just take separate cars, but he wouldn't hear of it. It was really quite cute of him. 

The days leading up to the game were packed. The guys were doing media and squeezing in practices with their new equipment, while you worked behind the scenes with the rest of the crew setting things up. You wanted Heinz Field to feel just like PPG Arena did for them. The weather had everyone in a tither as Pittsburgh had got a bit of a warm front. Days leading up to the game saw temperatures in the seventies which was almost unheard of, for a February in Pennsylvania. In fact, on the day of the family skate, you were all literally wearing jeans and lightweight sweaters as you stood around watching the guys practice. 

"Will you hold Scar for me?" Vero asked. You were watching the guys practice with the ladies today, instead of by the bench. It was a rare occurrence that you got to take a game in with them, so it was a nice change of pace. She handed baby Scarlett off to you while she bent down and put on Estelle's skates. 

"Hello, sweetness," you said to the one-and-a-half-year-old, kissing her little cheeks in the process. "Do you see daddy out there?" You pointed out where Marc Andre was and Scarlett smiled. 

"Hi, daddy!" She yelled, but you weren't entirely sure he could hear her, as he was all the way down in net. "Unc Sid!" She exclaimed when Sidney came by and tapped on the glass. 

"Hi Scar!" He waved at her then gave you a look. One you weren't entirely sure you'd ever seen, before skating away leaving you to wonder what was going through his head. Practice ended soon thereafter and you all joined the guys out on the ice. Though most of them shed their pads due to the heat of the afternoon sun. 

"Ice looked a little slushy," you commented to Sid when he skated over to you.

"It's not bad. They said the temperature's supposed to drop tonight and tomorrow so we'll be ok. Come on." He grabbed your hand pulling you out onto the ice with him. It was something you still weren't comfortable doing. Sid could literally skate circles around anyone, while you still had to concentrate if you wanted to go backward. He recognized that and always made sure he held onto you so that you wouldn't fall. "You looked good out there." He said offhandedly as you made your way around the now shiny surface of the ice.

"Huh? I wasn't doing anything. I'm pretty sure I should be saying that to you."

"That's not what I meant."

"Obviously," you said hitting him playfully and losing your balance at the same time. Sid righted you with ease so that to the casual onlooker they never would've seen you stumble. 

"I meant holding Scarlett."

"Oh well, she's easy to love that's for sure. I'm going to miss them when they go." With the expansion team coming to Vegas, it was already widely known within the team that Flower would be the member they would choose. It was crushing, not only to you but to Sid as well. Your friendship with the Fleury's was one of the things you both treasured most; they were the reason you were with Sid right now. And while they would always be some of your best friends' things wouldn't be the same in Pittsburgh without them. 

"I know," Sid replied wistfully. "But we've still got them for now." You skated around a few more times, before he let you go, only so that he could wrap his arms around your midsection and skate with you from behind. It was definitely intimate and you were surprised with all the media around that Sid was into such a public display of affection. Sure there had been the parades, but usually, he tried to keep your relationship out of the public eye if he could. "I just think you really looked good." He whispered in your ear.

"You've seen me in this outfit before."

"Not that, you know…" You had to crane your neck back to look at him, but you noticed he was turning a bit red and it had nothing to do with the unseasonably warm temperatures. "Holding Scarlett." He finally spit out. "It makes me think about having our own."

"OH!" The word came out a little louder than you intended. Of course, Sid had confessed that he wanted kids with you. It just seemed like something that was further away in the future and not something that he'd been thinking about recently. 

"I know you're going to tell me it's too soon, and maybe you're right. I just can't help but think about it on days like today." You looked around then, watching all the guys skate with their significant others, some with kids while others had kids on the way. You could see the allure. As the two of you continued to glide around the ice, you let your mind wander to what it would be like. It was easy to picture, especially after watching Sid this summer with his Little Penguins camp. He'd be holding your son's or daughter's hands, much like Flower was doing now with Estelle, helping them navigate the ice. When Sid's hands tightened around your waist you couldn't stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to be growing his child inside you. You found yourself relaxing more into Sid's embrace as you daydreamed about your future. 

"It's definitely a nice picture," you finally sighed, letting him know that you weren't opposed to the idea.

"Yeah, yeah it is." His voice took on a dreamy quality and you knew he was imagining the same thing as you. It seemed like one minute you were caught up in your little fantasy and the next you guys were having to leave the ice and it was back to reality. Not that your reality was a bad one, you still had Sid and for now, that's all you needed. 

Sid was right temperatures definitely cooled down. By game time the following day, it was barely thirty degrees and falling. You were bundled up in a coat with the team logo on it along with a matching tossle cap on your head. Sid had been mad that you hadn't worn the one all the ladies got with their guys' number on it, but you had insisted that when you were on the clock you were rooting for the entire team and not just him. At the moment you were wishing you had it so that you could put it on top of your current one. Your teeth were chattering and you kept bouncing on the balls of your feet to keep you warm. 

Midway through the first Sid scored, which had you jumping up and down and cheering along with the team as well as the thousands of fans in the stadium. It did little to help get you warm and you were practically running to the locker room tunnel by end of the first. You grabbed a cup of hot tea while the players went over the first period and where they could make improvements. It went pretty much the same way in the second, even though Nick Bonino scored early the Flyers were able to cut the lead in half with a goal from Jakub Voracek. Again, you raced off to get warm as soon as the horn sounded. 

Your feet were numb by the time Cully scored a goal early in the third, and though the Flyers scored on a power play, Chad Ruhwedel sealed the Pens victory with over five minutes left in play. The stadium erupted with the win, though it did little to warm you up. You stayed long enough to watch the team skate around in their little victory lap, then headed back down to the nice warm locker room. 

Of course, Sid had to do media, which meant you were there even longer. He was afforded the luxury of a nice hot shower before the two of you headed home. "Can you please turn the heat up?" you whined once you were in the car. "I'm freezing."

"It was a bit cold out there, eh?" Sid commented as he turned the heat on your side of the vehicle to max. 

"Ya think? I thought I was going to freeze to death when the snow started to fly."

"Babe, it's all part of outdoor hockey." He grabbed one of your hands in his. "Fuck, you are cold. You should've worn thermals or something."

"Trust me I will next time. I think it's just worse because of how beautiful it was yesterday."

"Well, as soon as we get home, we'll get you in the tub."

"Uh, yes, please." The ride through the city, while mostly traffic free, seemed endless. 

"Head upstairs, babe and I'll bring you up a cup of tea as soon as I get rid of my gear." Not having to be told twice, you made your way up to your shared master bath and started running the water. You hated stripping out of your clothes, as it felt like the only warmth your body had at the moment but as soon as your toes touched the steaming water, you sighed as the warmth heated your skin. You were fully immersed up to your neck by the time Sid came up with a steaming mug full of tea. "Better?"

"A little," you answered taking a sip of the drink he'd prepared perfectly for you before setting it back down on the ledge of the tub. "Still a bit chilly." 

"Well in that case." Sid started to strip out of his clothes. Divesting himself of his suit that he'd worn to the game. He folded it over the chair you used to put your makeup on, so that it didn't get any wrinkles, then made his way over to you and the tub. "Scooch up, babe." You did and he scooted in behind you, easing you back against him once he was comfortable in the water. His arms wrapped around you instantly and you felt engulfed in his heat. "This better?"

"Mmm much." You were completely content wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms with the water lapping around you both, so you rested your head against his chest. "You played really well tonight," you mused shutting your eyes and just giving yourself over to the warmth that was Sid.

"It was a lot of fun. I love playing outdoors. It's so authentic." Only Sid would put it like that, but you knew what he meant. "Though I wish you would've dressed warmer baby."

"I'm fine now." You took another long sip of tea, the temperature perfect. 

Sid kissed your temple. "Good, can't have you getting sick on me." 

"God no, I'll have to sleep in the guest room, if that happens."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to be responsible for getting the star player sick." You told him, turning your head so that you could look him in the eye. "You will not be missing a game because of me."

"I'd still probably end up missing a game because I wouldn't be able to sleep without you in our bed." His arms tightened around you, almost as if you were going to run off to the guest room right then. "But we're not worrying about that now, because we are definitely sleeping in the same bed tonight." His lips captured yours then, stealing your breath away and heating your body all the way to your core. You could feel his erecting grow against you as the kiss went on. It was nothing to reach behind you and wrap your fingers around his length. He moaned into your mouth, before gently sucking on your bottom lip as he broke the kiss. "You know two can play that game." His hand stole down your stomach and slipped between your folds, the water making it easy for him to caress you there. Your hand stuttered on his cock as he slid two fingers into you. Sid took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his free hand so that you could no longer manipulate him as you liked. "Lean your head back and enjoy this for a bit."

"But…"

"We'll get to that." He told you as he settled you against him once again. He shimmied his legs so that they were in between yours but only for a moment so that he could spread yours wide; your legs now splayed on either side of his. Sid's fingers continued to toy with your pussy, alternating between pumping in and out of you and rubbing circles on your clit, while his other hand tweaked your nipples into taut little peaks. Before you knew it you were panting with need, the chill of the evening game completely forgotten as Sid stoked a fire deep within you. His lips came down on the nape of your neck, his tongue driving you wild just as his fingers were. It was all too much as the water gently lapped at your skin. You felt your body gently rise into his touch, yet he held you firm working you towards that peak you craved. It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit. It washed over you like a wave cresting on the sand as your body trembled, this time not from the cold but the pleasure of Sid's touch. "You're so fucking sexy when you cum." His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine.

You were so sated you almost didn't want to move, but then you wanted him to experience the same ecstasy that you'd just felt. "We should…" you went to tell him that you should move to the bed but Sid had other plans.

"We'll be fine here, just kneel for a second." Your legs were already on either side of him, so it wasn't hard. He adjusted himself a bit, sitting more upright in the tub, before bending his knees slightly for you to lean against. You turned your head to the side to see him stroke himself a couple times, before lining himself up with your pussy. "Now just come back a little." You did as instructed; your pussy engulfing his cock as you basically sat reverse cowgirl on him. With his knees bent you leveraged yourself against them and started to ride his cock. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." His hands were on your hips making sure you wouldn't slip in the tub, but controlling your pace as well. 

Water sloshed against the sides of the tub, some of it spilling over the sides. "Oh shit," you moaned out knowing that you were making a mess of the bathroom floor. 

Sid could see where your thoughts were going. "Forget it, (Y/N). We'll get it later." He accentuated his words by thrusting up deep inside you. The action making you groan with desire. "That feel good, baby?"

"Yes," you cried out as he hit your g-spot again. "Right there," you panted and he hit the spot over and over again until you were convulsing around him in your second climax. 

"Jesus, (Y/N)," Sid moaned as your pussy gripped him like a vice. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he rammed into your cunt. He was so close to falling off the edge and cumming with you but he wanted to hold off, make it last longer, give you one more orgasm before he sought his own pleasure. Sid slowed his thrusts then, as you relaxed momentarily against his knees. "So fucking beautiful." It took you a moment to catch your breath before you started to move again. His thrusts weren't as deep as before, giving you a moment's reprieve before he went at it again. You knew Sid, knew he could keep up this leisurely pace all night if he wanted. The water was cooling though, and even though your body was still on fire after two orgasms you had no wish to be cold again. It was then that you decided to move your hips, rocking in a motion that you knew would drive him wild. And it did. It wasn't long before he was bucking up into you again. The water going everywhere now. Some of it even hitting his designer suit which rested across the room on the chair. "Fuck, (Y/N)," he hissed out and you could tell he wouldn't last much longer at this pace. He let one hand snake around to your clit. His fingers applying just the right amount of pressure there, as he rubbed circles into the little nub. 

"Sid, I'm gonna…"

"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned on the verge of hitting his peak as well. You were both there with a few thrusts. His hot cum filling you up as you quaked around him. The pleasure so intense you swore you saw stars. Sid collapsed against the back of the tub and while you wanted to follow, the position you were in did not make it that easy. It took a little maneuvering on both your parts, but soon you were back to lounging against Sid.

"We should get out." The water was definitely cooled now and this time you shivered from it.

"You still cold?"

"A little."

"Well, let's get you in bed then." The towel you had laid out was completely soaked, so you just laid it across the floor as you moved to get out of the tub. "Careful," Sid warned as you stepped out onto the shiny marble floor. You moved quickly yet cautiously to the cabinet and grabbed both of you a towel while laying down a few more to soak up the water. 

You'd just finished wrapping the fluffy white towel around your body when Sid scooped you up and headed towards the bedroom. "Sid, stop! I need to clean up that mess."

"It'll dry." He must have been anticipating how the night would go for the bed was already turned down as he placed you in the middle of the mattress. He scooted in behind you, discarding his towel in one swift motion, before sweeping the covers over both of you. His hands made quick work of ridding you of the wet cloth that was helping you dry. "They say body heat is the fastest way to warm someone up."

"Hmm, is that so," you said turning in his embrace. 

"Mmmhmm. I'm sure I read it somewhere."

"I'm sure you did. I'm just wondering what else this book said."

His hands were roaming up and down your back and gliding across the globes of your ass. "Oh, lots more."

You kissed his neck wanting to return the favor he had given you a while ago, then you moved to his chest before saying, "such as?" You continued your path downward over Sid's abs.

"I'm sure there was…" he sucked in a breath as you placed a warm kiss on his pelvis. "Fuck I can't think of a word."