Epilogue
Sarah
I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my whole life.
“Relax, they got this, Sarah,” my dad mutters beside me, but he’s sitting on the edge of his seat, his nerves evident as well.
We’re watching the minutes tick by in the final for the Stanley Cup.
Chicago is leading 3-2, but it’s been a tense game, with both teams pushing all they have.
One team will be the reigning champion, the other will be crushed. Knowing they were close to success, only to have it all ripped away.
I’m praying that Chicago takes home the title, knowing how much it would mean to Alexander and the whole team.
Last season left them hungry, and they’ve been working hard all year for this moment.
Alexander has been the steady captain, always trying to make each player the best he can be.
On instinct, my hand goes to my stomach, but I remove it before my dad catches it.
Cup or not, I have some exciting news for my man later tonight.
Three days ago, I found out I’m pregnant.
Knowing the most important game of his career was coming up, I decided not to tell Alexander beforehand.
I wanted him to be focused on this game.
It’s been the hardest challenge to keep it from him, knowing he’ll be ecstatic.
I decided to quit the pill after dealing with some hormonal imbalances.
Even though we haven’t actively tried or tracked anything, I know this was a possibility, and when the two lines showed up, I nearly screamed out of happiness, but since Alexander was in bed right next door, I had to keep quiet.
I wanted to jump into his arms and tell him right away, so I’m ready for this game to be over.
I look up at the clock, one minute remaining.
“Come on, big bro,” Braden mutters beside me, he and Cameron as nervous as I am.
The whole family is gathered together as we watch the seconds tick down, before the final whistle blows and the Chicago Coyotes are announced as the winners of the Stanley Cup.
I feel my tears running down my cheeks as I hug my dad, Braden, Cameron, and Alexander’s parents. We’re all teary-eyed as we watch the team celebrate out on the ice.
He did it. They did it.
When Alexander lifts the cup above his head, his team cheering loudly in the background, I’m full-on sobbing with happiness.
It may be the pregnancy hormones, or just my love for my man.
Having them win at home as well, with the fans going crazy in the stands, anticipating this moment for years.
It feels like a full-circle moment.
Alexander hands the trophy off to Noah, and each player gets his moment of celebration; the crowd’s roars are as loud as ever.
When the whole team is through, they hand the trophy to their coach, lift him, and throw him into the air.
I laugh watching the scene unfold in front of me.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile, but right now, he’s beaming from ear to ear as the guys throw him again and again.
When the celebration quiets down, family and friends are allowed on the ice.
Alexander spots me and comes skating over to me.
He lifts me straight up into his arms, kissing me senseless as I wrap my arms around him.
“I’m so proud of you. Congratulations, baby,” I say against his lips.
He dries my tears with his thumbs, his own emotions apparent in his expression.
“Thank you, angel.”
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The moment is finally here.
We’ve been celebrating their win for hours. The Rove was transformed into the perfect location for the guys to celebrate with their loved ones.
Some are still going strong, drinking and partying like the world is ending tomorrow.
It’s been wonderful, but I’m dying to have Alexander to myself, eager to tell him my news.
When we step out of the elevator, I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“I have something for you,” I tell him, leading him to the couch. I can tell he’s curious, he’s usually the one with the surprises up his sleeve.
I gesture for him to sit down before I go to the bedroom and retrieve the small package under the bed. Inside, I’ve wrapped a small body which says “Baby daddy”.
I wanted to get him something, and when I spotted the body, I thought it was perfect.
Noah still jokes about Alexander being the daddy of their team, and now he will be a baby daddy for real.
When I sit down in front of him, handing him the package, he gives me a look of wonder.
He gently unwraps the gift, and I feel my anticipation rising.
When he sees the body, his smile spreads as he holds it up in front of him.
“Is this real, Sarah?” he asks, looking at me like he can’t believe the sight in front of him. Like it’s too good to be true.
“Yeah, I’m pregnant,” I tell him, grabbing his hand.
He cradles my face in his hands before kissing me with so much love and passion I feel lightheaded.
When we break apart, he has tears in his eyes, which makes me a weepy mess.
“Christ, Sarah. I can’t believe this day could get any better.” He gently lifts me into his lap.
“You don’t have to treat me as a porcelain doll just because I’m carrying your child,” I joke.
“Oh, believe me, baby. I won’t.”
I lean down and kiss him. When his hand goes to my stomach, I nearly start crying again.
Gosh.
What a mess I am today.
“Do you know how far along you are?” he asks me, wonder in his eyes as he looks down at my stomach.
“Test said 5 weeks, but we’ll find out when we have the first ultrasound,” I tell him.
“Wow. I can’t believe we’ve made a child,” he says, looking a little drunk on happiness.
“I kind of can, considering all the sex and all. And your fucking breeding kink,” I tell him with a playful smile.
I think part of him was hoping for pregnancy even before I went off the pill, often pushing his cum back into me during sex.
“You love it,” he whispers against my lips with a sinful smile aimed at me.
“Yeah, I do.”
THE END