The Art of Hockey(#2)

Dakota's P.O.V.
The weeks after Evgeni and I made up were fantastic. Our relationship had become what I always wanted, a friendship with lots of kissing and lots of love. And the sex was great, he had become so much more passionate it was amazing. But for the past couple days I had been feeling bloated and my period was late a couple days. Nothing I worried about, I mean I traveled a lot and that always fucks up your period schedule, and I ate a lot of food considering I lived with the Irish iron chef.
I thought I was fine until one morning I woke up and started puking my guts out. But thankfully Sophia woke up to the sound and came to the rescue with a hair tie and some Gatorade.
"Sweetie what happened?" She asked running her fingers through my hair as she pulled it out of my face and into a hair tie.
"I don't know. I've been feeling weird a couple of days though. Maybe it's something I ate." I responded leaning against the side of the tub as Sophia handed me the drink. I took it taking gracious sips.
"Well, we did have sushi from that weird place downtown a couple days ago. That might have done it." She thought out loud while rubbing my back.
"Do you think I could be pregnant?" I asked hoping she would say no and ease my worries.
"I don't know. I thought you were on the pill?"
"I am. But it's still a possibility. I mean Evgeni and I are very sexually active." I said, "and we've always used protection... Oh crap!" I sat up quickly making me light headed.
"What?" She asked looking scared.
"The night we made up, back at the beginning of the month, we didn't use any protection." I was starting to get worried.
"I'm going to Walgreens right now and getting you chocolate, tums, and pregnancy tests." She said getting up and walking out the door. In her pajamas. (Sigh... Typical Sophia *Shakes head*)
She got back with a small bag in her hands and handed me the box of tests. I went back into the bathroom and took all 5. And then I waited and waited and waited. When the timer was up 3 were negative but 2 were still positive.
"Umm. I'm so confused." I said holding out the 5 tests for Sophia to examine.
"Well, I'm not a doctor and I think you should go to one but the odds are in your favor that you're not knocked up. But you should schedule an appointment and you need to talk to Evgeni." She said putting the tests on the counter.
"I'm going over to his house later today." I said, "I'll tell him then."
"Tell him what exactly?" Sophia questioned.
"That I might be pregnant. Heavy on the might be!"
Considering I really had no reason to impress Evgeni when I went over to his house I decided just to go with the usual sweatpants and Malkin hoodie.
I drove over to his house and when I arrived at his door he greeted me with open arms and his usual big goofy grin.
We assumed the usual spot on the couch and he started to drift asleep while we watched some awful Russian comedy show. I really had to go to the bathroom so I carefully moved his arm off my waist and made my way to one of the bathrooms. Once all my business was taken care of I went back to the couch were he was sitting, awake and staring at the TV.
"Hey." I greeted, "why'd you wake up?"
"You got up. I got cold." He smiled pulling me into his chest, "I have question."
"What's your question?" I smiled.
"How you speak Russian? Where'd you learn?" He asked.
"Well, in high school my school offered Spanish, French, and Russian. I already spoke a little French and Spanish didn't interest me so I took Russian." I smiled.
"That awesome!" He kissed my forehead, "я тебя люблю." (I love you.)
"я тебя люблю слишком." I whispered. (I love you too.)
"I have another question." He asked.
I have a look hinting at him to continue with his question.
"Diabetes?" He looked me in the eye, "What is it? Why it happen? Why you?"
"Well, it's when your pancreas doesn't produce insulin." I sat up a little so I could reach my pump, "I have this which is an insulin pump. And it gives me my insulin without having to do daily shots." He nodded and I lifted my sweatshirt to show him my inset, "this thing is what the insulin goes through to enter my body."
He didn't say anything at first, he just gently placed his fingers on the little robot looking circle.
"It hurt?" He asked.
"Not really, I've had a pump since I was 8 and diabetes since I was 1 so I'm used to it." I smiled at him.
"1 year old?" He questioned.
"Ya. I week after my first birthday." (AN: I have diabetes and I've actually have had it since I was 1. I also have a Malkin pump skin)
"Wow." He said as he took my pump in his hand and examined it, "Why you?"
"It's usually genetic but no one else in my family has it and when I was diagnosed the doctors told my parents that it starts somewhere." I frowned, thinking about how if I was pregnant the kid would probably have type 1 also.
"Can I help?" He smiled.
"You could try and bring it up in interviews and stuff. Maybe even make a donation, it doesn't get enough awareness." I told him.
"Anything to help my love." He smiled pulling me into a hug.
I could hold it in any longer, I had to tell him that there was a slim possibility that I was pregnant.
"I might be pregnant." I mumbled into his chest.
"What?" He asked looking down at me, his eyes full of confusion, his heart started to pump faster through his chest.
Wanting to cry from the nerves I pulled my knees up to my chest and sniffled.
"I might be pregnant. I'd been feeling off for a couple of days and then this morning I threw up and Sophia went and got me some tests and 3 our of 5 were negative but still. I scheduled a doctors appointment for tomorrow, I hoping I'm not but I know you want kids and I do to just not now. I'm sorry." I babbled.
"It's ok. No need for apology." He smiled at me, "I want kids too. But like you said, not now. But if now, that's ok too."
"Really?" I asked, he nodded.
We sat snuggled together for another ten minutes in silence before I spoke again, "What would you want the name to be?"
"Huh?"
"If I am pregnant, what would you want the name to be?" I asked.
"Luka for boy." He thought for a minute, "Anna for girl."
"I like the name Luka." I smiled at him, "but I like Danielle for a girl."
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"I don't deserve you." I sighed.
"No. You're one I don't deserve." He said and with that I fell asleep on the couch with the man I love.

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