Captain's Curvy Puck (Locker Room 2)

Now, having her as my girlfriend and her pregnant with my baby…

I don’t need to plan anything. Life has already planned it out for me. I just need to live it.

“Ellie…” My voice is shaky, and I force myself to hold it together. “I’m not going anywhere. Forget the contracts. Forget New York. Forget fucking Jeff Rowlands.” Ellie sniggers behind a hardened expression. “My point is… Right now, you’re my life. Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be.”

“Baby… What about your career? We can come with you. The baby and me.”

“The Vikings will keep me on. I can finish my career here. With you.” I reach out and rub Ellie’s belly. “With us.”

Ellie’s lips curl into a cute smile.

“And to prove this to you,” I let go of Ellie’s hand and dive into my pocket for my keys.

I pull the keyring from my pocket, and I can feel Ellie’s eyes on the top of my head. It feels like I’m taking a penalty shot, and the entire stadium is glued to my every move. My sweaty fingers twist the key from the ring, and I shove it back in my pocket. I told you I didn’t plan this, so a makeshift engagement ring by the way of a keyring will have to do for now.

Smiling, I look up at Ellie who now has her hands clasped over her mouth.

“Ellie, this might be soon. But from the moment you kissed me I knew you were the one. My heart hasn’t been the same since and it only continues to grow fonder and fonder of you with every moment I spent in your presence.” Ellie chokes on her breath and tears stream down her blushing cheeks. “Ellie, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Ellie cries, throwing her arms around me. “Yes of course I will!”

I pull her into a deep embrace and her warmth and energy surrounds me in a way that fills me with the knowledge that I’m going to be a happy, happy man for the rest of my life.