One Shots

Teuvo looked happy on the ice, finally back from the minor leagues. You smiled. He deserved it. Practice was in session, but he was goofing off a little and chatting with his captain and the Patricks as they waited for the last line to finish the drill.

Luckily practice was almost over, and you could tell him soon. You only found out this morning, and Teuvo would be the first person you would tell.

"Teuvo!" you called from the bench as soon as the ice time ended. He eagerly skated to you.
"You looked really good out there."

"Thanks, babe," he grinned, pecking you on the lips. "It feels really good to be back out."

"That’s great! So, are you going for lunch with the guys or coming home to me?"

"I don’t know yet," he admitted, smile fading a little. "I’ll let you know when I get out."

"Alright." You kissed him again. "Oh, and one more thing- could you ask Sharp for some parenting advice, please?"

Teuvo was confused. “Wha-what do you mean? What for? We don’t-“

You sighed, exasperated.Wasn’t that a big enough hint? Whatever. “Teuvo-“

He cut you off. “Oh?… oh…oh!” he exclaimed, expression brightened, jaw dropping. “Really?” He could hardly believe it.

"Yes, really, you goof! Now go get undressed; you stink!" you teased, throwing your arms around his shoulders to give him a quick hug, ending with one more sweet kiss.

He skated off, beaming broadly. As you left, you could hear his announcement echoing from the hall. “Guys, I’m gonna be a father!”

Cheers and congratulations rang out after him. “‘Way to go, bud!’ ‘Congrats, bro!’ ‘Really? That’s awesome!’”

You smiled, glancing down at your clothed belly, which wasn’t distended enough to be noticeable yet. But you couldn’t wait- Teuvo was going to be a great father.

As you left, you heard one more exclamation, this time audibly from Patrick Sharp. “Finally! It’s about time!”

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