“I’m still calling you my baby daddy.”
“Hey, works for me.”
I leaned down and kissed him gently. “I’ll call my brother tomorrow and make nice.”
“Thanks.”
I switched off my bedside lamp and snuggled my back against Bennett’s chest.
“What a day,” I said. “A marriage proposal, a fistfight, and a trip to the police station. If I didn’t feel weird going to the shooting range while pregnant, I’d have relieved some stress there earlier.”
“And I thought today’s excitement would come from finding out the baby’s sex,” Bennett said, wrapping an arm around my middle.
“We’ll just have to wait a little longer.”
“I like Wren, by the way.”
“Yeah?” I said. “She’s great. A little intimidating at first, but great.”
“Hey, when Riley asked you to marry him, did you tell him you’ve got a man?”
“I did.”
“Good.”
I snuggled closer against him and he made a low groaning sound.
“You keep rubbing your ass against my dick like that and I’m not letting you go to sleep.”
I smiled, my eyes drifting closed. “Tonight, I’m too tired. But I think we should find out if morning sex is our thing in about eight hours.”
“It’ll be our thing.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
Bennett
Vereshkova was a beast. He played hard but also seemed to take everything in stride.
“Your wrist okay?” he asked during a water break from ice time.
“Yeah, it’s wrapped.”
“Orion’s gonna kick my ass if you hurt it worse than it already is.”
“I won’t.”
He held his water bottle over his face and squeezed, letting the cool liquid run down his cheeks and into his hair.
“Your mechanics are great,” he said. “What’s holding you back?”
I pulled away the towel I was wiping my face with and gave him a confused look. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to tell me?”
“It’s nothing to do with your game. I think it’s mental.”
“Mental?” I couldn’t keep the defensiveness from my tone. “I’ve never wanted to make it to the next level so much. I’ve got a kid on the way.”