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I looked down at the test, I couldn't believe my own eyes. A little pink plus appeared on the the little electronic screen. Patrick would be home soon. I squealed a little, finally after two more months, we were finally pregnant.

I took two more tests just to be sure, all positive.

A few minutes later, Patrick walked through the door. "Kyls?" he yelled coming up the staircase.

"In here!" I yelled from the bathroom inside our bedroom. I popped into the bedroom, practically beaming, I held the test behind my back.

"Whaaaaaat?" he smiled pulling me into a hug and grabbing at the test, "What is it?" I playfully tried to keep it from him, before letting him have it. His eyes got huge, and he let out a huge smile, before picking me up and spinning me around.

"We're pregnant!" he yelled before pulling me into a long, hard kiss.
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We waited a few weeks to tell everyone, after last time, we wanted to be one hundred percent sure.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Abby Sharp yelled hugging me tightly, all the wives, and kids were watching from high above as the Blackhawks took on the Pittsburgh Penguins on the ice far below.

"How far along are you?" Dayna Seabrook asked cradling her and Brent's new son Carter.

"About a month." I said.

"do you know the sex?" Kelly Rae asked.

"No, we'll find out tomorrow, I'll let you all know." I said.

"Ooooh, does Patrick want a boy?" Chaunette asked.

"He says he doesn't care, but I can tell he might want a boy."

Just then Patrick ripped a shot on net. The United Center went insane.

The game ended in a shut out, the Blackhawks winning three to nothing.

As usual, Chaunette, Abby, and I went to wait by the locker room. The three of us chatting about baby names, and nursery ideas when a few Penguins players walked past us, catching a bit of our conversation in the process.

"Hey, looks like the net isn't the only thing Kane's able to hit eh boys?" A tall , messy haired man we knew as James Neal, shouted back to two following teammates Paul Martin and Kris Letang.

The three of us turned around and ignored them until, the next thing that came out of Martin's mouth set all three of us of.
"Are you sure he's the father?" Martin said, "Kid always seemed to have a vagina to me."

"Excuse you?" I spun around to face the three, huge men, my arms crossed and a less than pleased look on my face.

"Relax princess," Kris Letang said "We don't want the future failure in your stomach getting all shook up do we?"

I felt my face turn an ungodly red.

"The 'future failure' in my stomach will have more talent by age one than you will ever have, so I suggest you shut your mouth before someone does it for you." I shouted, more angrily than I ever had before.

"Oooooh, fisty." Neal said.

I turned around to ignore them again, when James Neal did something completely out of line, and even worse than making fun of Patrick and I's unborn child.

"Awww, come on princess." He said in a dumb tone, while the other two laughed. I didn't budge, and never even unfolded my arms. Dammit Patrick hurry up. I thought to myself.

While I remained facing Chaunette and Abby, I felt Neal's tall figure come up behind me, "I believe I was talking to you" he said before taking a large hand and placing it on my ass over my tight leggings, and squeezing.

I was shocked, what the hell was happening?

Without even thinking, I spun on my heels and laid a hard slap across his face.

I saw Martin and Letang's eyes light up, even they knew Neal had gone too far. Martin grabbed his shoulder, and the three continued down the hallway quickly.

"Oh my God!" Chaunette yelled, "What an asshole!"

The shock and rage still hadn't left my body.

"Are you okay?" Abby said placing a hand on my back, "That was ridiculous."

I was still in shock, how could he have done that? It was one thing to make fun of a player, and one to make fun of his wife, but to touch me like that, what was he thinking?

"What happened?" Sharpy asked kissing Abby on the cheek.

"That guy Neal just ripped all over Kylie and the baby," Abby said.

"And then grabbed her ass." Chaunette added.

"What? He touched you?" Sharpy looked horrified.

Just then, Patrick came out of the locker room doors.

"See ya Bicks." he shouted back into the locker room, his smile instantly changed to concern when he saw me surrounded by the three.

"What, whats going on?" he asked, "It's not the baby? Is it?" he asked anxiously.

"No, no, its nothing really." I said, trying to leave.

"Its not nothing Ky," Sharpy said, "That douche bag Neal just ripped all over your wife and kid, and then grabbed a handful of her ass."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! He touched you?!" Patrick yelled through the hall.

"What in the hell?" Coach Quennville joined the group of what was now, Patrick, Sharpy, Shawzie, Abby, Chaunette, and I in the hallway.

"What's going on kids, we all played a great game now lets get the hell out of here." Quennville said.

"We were trying to Coach, until that douche bag Neal, grabbed Kylie's..." Patrick trailed off, while he stood next to me, defensively.

"What?" the Coach asked, "Another player touched you? A wife?"

Abby, Chaunette and I all nodded.

"Guys, try to relax, i'll take care of this.Get some rest we've got a long stretch coming up" was all he said before walking away.
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"I can't believe he fucking touched you!" Patrick screamed as he paced back and forth at the end of our bed in a t shirt and sweatpants. I sat in bed in a tank top, and panties, my blonde hair falling around me.

"I'm gonna kill that loser next game!" he continued.

"Patrick!" I yelled trying to break up his screaming, unsuccessfully.He continued ranting,
"Patrick!" I yelled again, shifting to being on my knees at the end of our bed,still not breaking up the yelling.

"Patrick!" I yelled again, pulling him into a long, hard kiss, after a minute or so I pulled back.

"Calm down." I said, smiling and looking into his clear, blue eyes.

"Im sorry, I just cant stand that guy." he said putting his hands on his hips, mine thrown around his neck.

"Well if it makes you feel better, its not his baby in my stomach." I said as he pulled tightly around my waist.

He smiled. "Well it better not be that losers baby" he said. "Do you know how stressful it is having a wife as hot as you?" He said kissing me again.

I laughed lightly.

"Do you know what someone told me was a great stress reliever once?" I smiled.
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