One Shots
Teuvo Teräväinen (3)
Teuvo loved playing with your kids in the sunshine, chasing them around the yard until he caught them, the two little girls shrieking in laughter as they evaded him. He would pick them up, spin them around, and tickle them when he finally did catch them, and they giggled so much when he found their most ticklish spots. They loved playing outside with their daddy, and nothing made you happier than to see grins on all three of their faces.
Your girls were three and five, the happiest little girls in the world. They both took after Teuvo, more than you, but it didn’t bother you at all. They were already learning Finnish from him, and you laughed when they tried to talk to you in it, even if you understood only some of it. As well, Anna, your oldest, had taken after him even more than you had though she would: she already aspired to be a hockey player like her father. She loved nothing more than her daddy taking her to the rink when he practiced with the Blackhawks, preferring to watch him and his teammates on the ice than to stay home.
Your daydreaming was interrupted by a screech as Nicole, your youngest, was snatched up by Teuvo and tickled on the ground, squirming and wriggling and giggling. You could see Anna tackling her father, freeing Nicole and toppling him onto his side on the grass. Nicole joined her sister in jumping on top op their dad, pinning him down and giggling. “I gots you Daddy!” Nicole exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. You smiled; Teuvo was the best husband and the best father anyone could have asked for.
You only took a break from watching them to set the table; when you were done, you stepped out onto the deck. “Alright, you goofs, supper’s ready!” you called, and the girls scrambled off their father to run inside and wash their hands. Teuvo got up after them, brushing the blades of grass off his clothes as he ascended the two short steps to the top of the deck.
"You interrupted playtime," he whined, grinning and placing two fingers under your chin to bring you in for a smooch. Your lips had just grazed his when you heard a small chorus of young voices behind you.
"Ewwwww!!"
