One-Shots (2014-2015 Season)

Tomas Tatar – Red Wings
Michaela or Mikki

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Tomas’s POV

I can’t believe it! I got her pregnant again. I’m so nervous. This is all my fault, I should have been more careful. But I wasn’t. Tomas Tatar thought to himself, as he paced back and forth outside of the hospital room.

They already had a child…but the thought of having a second…how could he do that? He had enough on his plate already, with having to play hockey. Now he had to worry about raising two kids. He didn’t want to leave it all on Michaela, but he had no choice. She was fine with it of course, but part of him wasn’t so sure she was completely comfortable and sold on being the lead parent.

He remembered the night when Michaela had first brought it up to him. She’d been so nervous and scared.

"I'm pregnant," she had said to him.

"You're pregnant?" Tomas choked out. His eyebrows instantly showed the worry on his face, but the look in his eyes is what really killed her, he could tell. He was panicking. And quite frankly she didn’t seem all that surprised. This could completely ruin his image to the media and both of them don't want to damage things even more. He knew that she didn't like seeing him hurt this way. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she looked into his panicked eyes.

"I am," she replied, hanging her head low, not wanting him to see that she was hurting. But he could tell and it made him feel really bad.

He hated when she saw that he was upset at times, especially if it was affecting him as well. Tomas rubbed the back of his neck, then rested his elbows on his knees, and his forehead in the palms of his hands. His breathing was extremely heavy.

She looked up at him once, and that's when she silently began to cry. A single tear fell down her cheek, followed by what seemed like thousands of other tears right afterwards. She sniffled once, trying her hardest for it not to be loud so he would look at her. He heard her and turned his head, making eye contact with her. The second he noticed her crying, he instantly reacted.

"Mikki, come here," he said, shifting positions on the couch and wrapped his arms around her. He soon had her in a tight embrace, and was rubbing her back with one of his hands, letting her know that he was there for her, consoling her in the best way he knew how. He just let her cry on his shoulder and into his chest.

It was a nice gesture and she let him know of her appreciation of him with a light kiss on the lips.

He would occasionally whisper, "It's okay Mikki, it's okay."

"No it's not," she cried. "Tomas, none of this was supposed to happen! We weren't supposed to have another child and we most certainly weren't supposed to get pregnant again like this!"

"I know Mikki."

"And think about it, this is gonna ruin our relationship no matter what we choose to do. I don't want that to happen."

"I don't either."

"And like, think about it, you have to focus on hockey. We aren't ready to be the parents of two kids. How are we supposed to raise two kids that way? And how would the media and everyone else react when Tomas Tatar knocks some random girl up…again?"

"You're not some random girl. You're my best friend, my wife, they don't know that but I'd let it be known. And the guys can back me up, they've seen you come and visit before. We can do this."

"That's true. I feel like this is all my fault."

"It's not. Mikki, it's my fault. I got you pregnant again. And somehow it happened, I'm not sure how or who actually initiated it but it's not your fault. And it doesn’t matter."

"I don't wanna ruin your image though.”

"You won't. You are talking to Tomas Tatar the regular, everyday person. Not Tomas Tatar the hockey player. This has to greatly deal with my personal life, I'm not even thinking about my image to the public right now and nor should you. We need to have a mature discussion about this and get everything sorted out. You know I want to make the best decision for the both of us."

"I do too Tomas," she said wiping away her tears with a tissue.

They had continued to snuggle into the evening.

But were they ready? He just wasn’t sure. He stopped pacing and peered into the room. She was still going through the process.

Finally after a million moments, he was allowed to see her. She turned to look at them, wearing a smile on her face. She looked as though she had been crying, but he grabbed her hand.

“It’s a girl,” she told him.

“A girl?” he questioned.

He laughed out of a little relief. They could do this together. He had to think positively like that. It was what he HAD to do. Other players could handle having two or more kids…so why couldn’t he? He could find out how to handle this and he could learn to cope with it.

They were going to be fine and they could handle having two kids. Two girls, at the least. And he could still focus on his hockey career too.

Notes

Requested by and Dedicated to: dbrunner24
Okay, so I’m not 100% sure if everything in here is right (like the baby girl or having two girls)...but I hope it is okay. I’m not much of a fan of romance/drama fics or stories, but I was up to the challenge. They just bore me to write and read, so I tried my best and it took me a good four days to finish this, but I hope it is alright and that it isn’t to bland.
Feel free to manipulate it in any way, but I just ask that you credit me with starting or helping out.
Thanks for the request and the challenge and enjoy!! :)