One Shots

Brandon was being way too protective of you. Ever since you found out two weeks, ago, he treated you like you were going to break at the first bump, not letting you out of his sight unless he was on the ice.

You knew he did this out of love, and it was obvious how much he loved you. He always showered you with hugs and kisses when he got home, be it from long road trips or short trips to the practice rink. He’d do anything to make you happy.

You had accompanied him to the rink the day you found out. All you could hear throughout practice was how much he loved you, how happy he was to be your husband, and how excited he was for your child together.

It still felt like he was smothering you, always keeping you close. You were hanging out with the team, because of course Brandon had dragged you along (even though you had wanted to go).

The group was looking for a place to eat in the city, enjoying the walk outside in the new spring sunshine. Brandon held your hand, firmly but romantically at the same time, still grinning his ass off. It made you smile, just being with him and knowing how much you truly did love each other. And even though the other men without wives or girlfriends acted disgusted, they had all praised you for being the cutest couple, they loved the two of you together.

"Brandon! Gimme a piggy back ride!" you commanded playfully, pulling your hand out of his and leaping on his back, legs around his waist to hold you up.

"Hey!" he exclaimed in surprise, quickly pulling you off, gently of course. "Get off me, I don’t want you getting hurt." He sounded annoyed, but you knew he genuinely cared.

"You don’t have to worry about me that much; I’m only a month and a half pregnant!”

He sighed, still grinning, acting exasperated. Huh, who knew he was such a great actor? “You’re my wife, baby, it’s my job to worry about you.”

You poked his well-muscled arm, laughing. “Liar. Your job is playing hockey.” He just laughed.
You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, being stubborn. “Fine, I’ll get someone else to give me a piggy back ride. You’re a party pooper, though, you know.”

Surveying the group, you found Malkin and Crosby at the front, deep in conversation. Running up, interrupting, you called, “Geno, give me a piggy back ride! Please? Brandon’s being dumb.”

The alternate and his captain laughed. “Okay,” Geno grinned, bending down to allow you to hop up.

Brandon rushed up, though not in time, reaching out a hand to stop you. You got on Evgeni’s back anyway.

"Be careful with her, Geno!" Brandon called to the large Russian. He sounded almost distressed.

You laughed, as well as everybody else (Brandon included), when you scolded him lightly from Geno’s shoulders. “For God’s sake, Brandon! I’m pregnant, not dying!”

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