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The news was plastered everywhere the next day, in every sports magazine,column, and all over espn. I couldn't focus on that right now, I had to leave work early to get to the doctors office. Today we would find out the sex of the baby, and I couldn't wait.


Patrick met me at the doctors office, he would have to drive directly to the team plane after to leave for a road trip to, of all places, Pennsylvania. In a five day road trip the Hawks would play the Flyers and of course the Penguins.

"Hi" he said stopping to kiss me before we entered the doors.

"Hi" I smiled back.

We waited only a few minutes, and were quickly directed into a room.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Kane, my name is Dr. Linke, i'll be taking care of your pregnancy, first of all congratulations."

"Now we would like to know the sex of the baby today?" she asked.

"yes" Patrick nodded.

The doctor swiped the inside of my vagina, while Patrick screwed up his face, I laughed at him.

"I know its a strange procedure," The doctor laughed. "But its the only way we can tell." Our doctor was a sweet, middle aged, Asian woman, with three kids of her own.

"What do you think it is?" Patrick asked as I pulled my pants back on.

"I don't know." I said "What do you think."

He shrugged, "After last time, i think we'll be happy with either." he said kissing me on the cheek.

The doctor returned, a look of shock on her face.

"Mr and Mrs Kane," she said, we both shook at the sight, the last time we had been in this doctors office, was one of the most painful days of both of our lives, "Your not having one baby," she said. "Mrs. Kane," she said, "Your a month pregnant with fraternal twin boys." she said smiling. "Congratulations" she said shutting the door behind her.

"Twins?" Patrick said wide eyed.

"Two babies?" I said turning to him.

We both started laughing,

"We are having twins." I said as he picked me up.

"And boys." he said ki ssing me.

We didn't have much time to bask in it, Patrick had to leave to catch his plane,
"I dont want to leave you now" he said kissing me as he opened the door to my car. "I'll be fine" I said kissing him back harder, "Go kick some penguin ass." I waved to him as I drove away.

"Holy shit," I said out loud. "Twin boys"
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I got home and immediately called the other wives, they agreed to come over the next night to watch the Hawks play the Penguins.

I sat down on the couch next to Charlie, patting him. I spent the rest of the day flipping through television channels trying to avoid any news on the James Neal situation, I didn't care what happened to him, it was all his own fault anyway.

Then something caught my eye, James Neal on camera:

"James are you at all nervous for tomorrows game given the personal drama between Patrick Kane and yourself" the interviewer asked.

Neal smirked "No, i'm not worried about that little shrimp. It's not my fault his wife wants a real man."

The anger boiled up inside my stomach, "Patrick is more man than you'll ever be!" I screamed at the television.

I hated this guy, I hated him.
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"Let's go!" Amanda Bickell shouted at the screen, a glass of wine in one hand, a balled up fist in the other.

The game was on, and from the start you could tell it was going to be intense. The first two periods passed, the Hawks lead one to nothing.

It wasn't until there was about 8 minutes left in the third period that James and Patrick would meet. The other wives and I watched anxiously as we watched them exchange heated words.

Patrick's POV:

"Really Neal you're that much of a pussy that you have to go at people's pregnant wives." I shot at Neal as he approached the faceoff.

"Not my fault your wife likes my hands on her ass rather than yours." He smirked.

"Fuck off man." I said, trying to block him out and focus on the puck.

"Thats not what Kylie said last night."

That was it. Too far. I threw my gloves, and they slid across the ice.

"Aw cute." he said, I wasn't much of a fighter, but this was one I had to win. Neal had four inches on me, but that just meant I had to punch higher.

Neal was clearly too focused on laughing, I threw three hard, fast punches at his face, that left him bleeding, "Fucking loser" I screamed as I hit with punch after punch that sent the giant straight down to the ice.

"Shit Kaner," Bicks said as the refs escorted me to the locker room. I stared up at the image of James Neal standing up shaken and bleeding portrayed on the jumbo tron. Shit that felt good.

Kylie's POV:

"Holy Shit" I said, bug eyed as I watched Patrick tear Neal down to the ice, Neal looked completely unprepared, he wasn't expecting anything of the sort from such a smaller opponent.

"Damn" Chaunette said staring at the screen.

As Patrick was escorted off the ice, the wives erupted into cheer. I felt my face fall a bit, I knew why Patrick did it, but, that was a lot to handle.

"Hey," Abby said patting my shoulder, "He got what was coming to him."

I just nodded, I guess she was right, but the Blackhawks and Pens would meet again soon, and what would happen then?
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"Hey" Patrick said on the other end of the phone
"Hi," I said,"Think you could have it him a few more times?"
"No, I think those three were enough," he laughed "Did you think of any names?"
"I've been staring at this baby book for hours, and nothing." I said,
"Its okay, babe we've still got time. But I gotta go, talk to you tomorrow?"
"You better." I smiled
"I Love you Kyls" he said sweetly.
"I love you too" I said closing my eyes and falling back on the bed.

I ran my hands over my stomach, I was starting to show a bit. When Patrick had left for his five day road trip, my stomach had been completely flat, I was excited to see his reaction when he came back to see that I had a bit of a baby bump.

I fell asleep to the sweet illusion of Patrick and I chasing our little boys around the yard.
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The next morning I woke up around eight am, feeling more nauseous than I had ever felt in my life. I practically ran to the bathroom and began throwing up what looked like, a murky green liquid.

"Oh god." I said leaning against the bathroom wall. I was in no mood to get ready for work.

It seemed like overnight my stomach had grown. I wasn't very big, I was only about a month and a half along, but under my flowy, navy blouse, and dark chinos, you could barely tell.

I was still nauseous as I braided my hair down my back, and filled my coffee thermos. I grabbed my bag and started the 20 minute drive to the other side of Chicago. My nausea wasn't getting any better as I walked into work.

"Hey there!" Julie said, "How's the expectant mommy?" she asked.

"So nauseous" I said sitting down.

"Oh honey, I know how you feel, I threw up nearly every morning when I was pregnant with Trevor." She said, Julie had given birth to her son Trevor about three months ago, and she was just getting back to work now.

"Yikes" I said picturing how this could happen for the next 7 and a half months."How is he doing?"

"Great" she said excitedly, "Finally sleeping through the night."

"Thats awesome" I said

As we began to chat about baby things, Mr. Bowman, the editor came up, dumping a boat load of paper work on my desk.

"You've been slacking Kane." He said and walked away. Lately, work had been miserable. I dreaded going everyday. The Blackhawks winning streak was great, but with no upsets, there was getting to be less and less to write about. Having nothing to write about, meant I got to do Mr. Bowman's job and read through the thousands of articles that would appear in the next few papers.

Patrick would play a matinée game against the Flyers and hopefully be home before me.

At five o'clock I practically dragged myself home. My feet hurt, my back ached, and still I was nauseous.

"Hello, beautiful," Patrick greeted me at the door.

"Yea I bet I look great right now." I said brushing a blonde, piece of hair out of my eyes.

"Stop it." he said kissing my cheek.
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That night we laid in bed, I was buried under articles, furiously correcting them with a pen.

"Ky, would you chill out." Patrick said turning toward me.

"These all have to be in by tomorrow" I said frantically flipping through papers. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my stomach, I clasped it with my head and groaned a bit.

"Alright," Patrick said taking the papers,"Ky" he paused "I think you should quit your job"

I would've fought back, but he was right, I had started to hate my job. And that was something I swore I would never do.

"I mean, its not like we need the money, and it's making you miserable, I can tell,and you're pregnant the stress isn't good for all three of you" he said.

He was right, the past few months I had dreaded every single day of getting up and going to work, but the idea of not working, not having something to do everyday, I could not just sit in the house everyday.But what about the babies? They were inside me too, and when I got stressed they got stressed.

"Ky?" he brought me out of my day dream.

I sighed and threw my head against the bed board. "I know, but, a stay at home mom?" I said turning to him. "I mean what am I supposed to do all day?"

"You know how busy you guys are with the charity stuff at the United Center, and add two kids to that" He said.

"You really think this is a good idea?" I said turning to him.

"If it means you'll be home with me more than absolutely." he said leaning over to kiss me.

"You're sure?" I asked pulling out of the kiss.

"Kylie, you know its a good idea. Do you want to keep working?" he asked.

"Oh my God, no" I said laughing.

"So its settled then?" he asked.

"Ill tell them tomorrow." I could not wait.
...

"Are you sure about this?" Mr. Bowman asked, "I know it's been slow around here but,"

"Yes Mr. Bowman" I cut him off, "I need to do this right now."

"Well, we're gonna miss you around here." he said shaking my hand. "Good luck with everything Mrs. Kane."

"Thank you Mr. Bowman, for everything." I said.

I went to my desk to pack up the few remaining items, Julie was almost in tears. "I'm gonna miss my partner in crime" she said hugging me.

"You have my number, call me any time." I said looking at her. "You know our boys have to be friends." We laughed, I carried the box out to my car, this felt strange, I had never known what it was like to just be home, everyday.

It would be a new expierience, but one that I was whole heartedly looking forward to.
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