ok guys. i wrote this chapter last one for a while unless any requests. buuuut i will write a little spoiler i guess you'd call it, in the notes for my new story. I also need names, team, person, etc. You can choose, anyways, ta-da!

Mavel's POV

I had my face buried in my hands. I couldn't face him after breaking the biggest secret I ever had to keep. I was ashamed, sorry and a whole lot of other emotions. I didn't hear any noise, he was more than likely left in shock. I would be too, but I would also be pissed as a person.

"Kris, I am so sorry. It was all my fault." I managed to sob out.

"You're telling me you had my child and didn't tell me?" He said putting emphasis on the word my, causing me to feel even more guilty than I already was.

"I wasn't planning to have the child. I was going to have an abortion, but then the league in Sweden was in a lockout for four months! I thought I could have the child without you knowing, you know, giving him a normal life." I pleaded.

"You know I better just go. I can't handle this bullshit right now." He spoke dismissing me, and walking away.

"It takes two to make a baby!" I yelled.

"But like you said, it was all your fault. Maybe it wasn't even my child." He spoke harshly, before running away from his problems.

I broke down and cried on what was a sunny, happy day. Who ever thought that this be the day I tell him about our child -- I didn't. I knew it was his, he was the only person I had been with.

* * *

Grabbing my keys and driving off into my car was the first thing that came to mind on this completely shitty day. I just needed to speak to someone, preferably Elliot or Tristan. Someone who can see it through a man's view.

Knocking on the door of Elliot's, nonetheless he answered it. He stared at me with great confusion as my eyes were puffy and I were in a rush.

"Ellie, I told him."

"Holy shit, Mazey, what did he do?" He asked shocked as he ushered me into his house.

"I told him it was all my fault, apologized and what not. I regret apologizing though. He was shocked, obviously. He was pretty pissed off, he also said it was all my fault. He didn't give a shit about the child. I didn't tell him the rest. He stormed off before I could finish. I didn't know what to do -- I tried. I still don't know what to do." I explained with a slight cry coming out.

"Give him some time to cool off," He comforted as he put an arm around me. We sat there on his couch now as tears streamed down my face. I had my face buried in his chest as I heard Belle walk in with Magnon.

"Oh my god Mavey, what's wrong?" Belle asked with a saddened voice causing my face to peer up from Elliot's chest.

"She told Kris about the baby." Elliot spoke for me as I wasn't all there.

"What did he do?" Magnon asked, and Elliot pretty much summed up what I said causing her to get very angry at Kristopher. She ranted on with Belle on how he has turned into such a douche bag since the NHL, or since the QMJHL, from Belle's point of view.

* * *

A week. A long dreaded week of silence and loneliness. My mom doesn't know what's wrong with me. I have been using an excuse of being sick, or just tired. I was a horibble liar, she just pretended to believe it. My mom was always respectful of my privacy, sometimes just a little too much. I still love her no matter what though.

My brother Evander though, since he came home he has been trying to cheer me up since. He did help somewhat, taking me out to dinner, reminiscing over old times, and having some friendly wagers on the stupidest things.

I haven't heard anything from Kristopher. I didn't expect to either. I figured that I ruined any chance of us being friends ever again. I could care less. I went years without him and I was happier than ever, but I was also happier than ever with him before he screwed me over as usual.

I laid in my empty bed. I kept staring at my phone, hoping for something. I did notice he put his number in my phone before returning it. I never brought myself to deleting it. I still had hope in him calling or texting atleast, something.

* * *

"Mave, can we talk? I think I'm ready. Please." I read the text from Kristopher, agreeing to meeting with him.

"Sure. Where and when?" I replied casually.

"Thanks. 489 Lagimodiere and now is good." After nearly two weeks, I was over everything he did. I was happy I guess you could say.

* * *
"Come on in," He spoke as he opened his huge door.

I sat down in his very classy living room. "Mave, I am so sorry for everything I said to you. I was being so inconsiderate. I didn't even bother thinking of how it affected you. I'm also sorry on how long it took before I talked to you." He pleaded in all honesty.

"It's fine. I got over it." I dismissed.

"So, where is the little boy now? Or it is a little boy right?" He smiled, causing me to stare at my fiddling fingers. I didn't know how to break the news.

"Kris, when I had him and yes he was a little boy; the nurse brought me him and she took the picture. A few minutes later they took him away from me in a hurry. They said he was sick... He didn't survive. He was born three weeks early." I spoke getting quieter, and quieter as tears came down slowly.

I felt him wipe away my tears with his thumb. It relieved me so much knowing he cared. I just needed to know he cared, even just a little. He brought me into a tight hug, and kissed the top of my head. It felt so right.

"Mavel, what did you name him?" His soft voice asked.

I looked up at him with the biggest smile. I was so happy, and he was so confused. "I hope you don't mind -- I named him Kristopher Allen Letang." His face lit up with happiness, but soon frowned.

"You named him after someone who left you on such fucked up terms? Mavel, you sure are something. But thank you for that honor of having your son named after me." He smiled planting a kiss on my cheek, by the edge of my lip.

"Our son." I corrected causing both of us to smile again.

"So, how old would he be now?" He asked.

"'Four and a half."

"He would have been a charmer, you know with his amazing name and all? Can't forget amazing defensemen." Kris joked leaving me at ease knowing this long war between us was now over.

"Hey, he might have wanted to be a leftwinger like his mommy." I argued back playfully.

"Ew, who wants to be a leftwinger?" He said in a childish, disgusted voice.

"Shut up, Letang." I joked.

"Can we start over again?" He asked with hope in his voice and the brightest smile I have ever seen. I'm not lying, it was kind of creepy.

"Of course."

"I'm Kristopher, and you are?" He questioned, already knowing the answer, obviously.

"Mavel Maze." I smiled proudly.

He was silent giving me a weird look, "...You play hockey?"

I tilted my head in confusion, "Yeah I do."

"Girls can't play hockey." He said in a snobby tone as he pointed his nose in the opposite direction. I remembered this day like the back of my hand.

"Better than you can." I shoved him a little, playing along. We soon broke out into laughter. That was an amazing rendition of our first time meeting.

He stared at me, "I love you... friend." He spoke as he patted my head before running away like the childish Frenchboy he is.

Notes

A/N: I DO NOT RE-READ THESE. MEANING I DON'T CORRECT THEM. And check out my forum under hockeyfanfiction.com! That would be greatly appreciated. I am looking for a co-writer. More information in the forum. Ok thanks! -becca

Could you check out my Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall Story, "Two Images, One Heart." Also my Nazem Kadri/Erik Karlsson short story, "Those Three Words."