Ride (Reposted)

Present Day

"No wine or beer for you today?" Jess asked curiously.

"No. I'm trying this whole not drinking for a month thing." Emily lied.

"Sure your not pregnant? Something does seem different since you got back from Whistler." Ali mentioned.

"I am positively not pregnant." She lied again.

In fact she was pregnant. About 6, almost 7 weeks now to be precise.

"Out of all of us. I am surprised you are not drinking. What about the Super Bowl party?" Jennifer asked, pointing her fork at her.

Emily shook her head. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on Jamie when he goes off the deep end when the Seahawks lose."

"You and I are in the same boat sister!" Jess laughed.

***

"Super Bowl party tomorrow night boys. Time to place a couple of bets." Jamie heard Tyler shout.

The Seguin residence was going to be the location of the ultimate super bowl party. Jamie and Jordie were obviously cheering for the hometown team, the Seahawks. Meanwhile both Jamie's best friend and also his girlfriend were going to be cheering for the New England Patriots, for the obvious reasons; Tyler playing his first few seasons in Boston and Emily being from the Maritimes.

"I'm thinking that beard needs to be placed on the betting table." He heard Jason Demers yell.

"In exchange for what?" Jordie scoffed, confident that the Seahawks were going to win.

Which they were.

"I'll shave my head." Tyler announced.

Jamie shook his head.

He was going to stay out of it.

"What about you Chubbs. What are you going to put on the table?" Alex Goligoski asked

"I'll get Daddy's signature tattooed on my ass." Jamie joked, looking at Jason.

"It's on. And I'll get yours tattooed on mine." Jason grinned.

"You better check with the wife to make sure she won't kill you for having that tattooed on your ass first." Tyler snorted at Jamie.

"She won't care, she knows it's a spot that will be covered." Jamie assured him.

***

"You have a bet that if the Seahawks lose your getting Jason Demers's signature on your ass." Emily crossed her arms leaning back against the counter.

"It's not like it's going to be visible." Jamie shrugged.

"Good, I hope the Seahawks lose then." Emily spun around to finish cutting vegetables for her nacho dip.

"Jordie's going to shave his beard or Tyler's going to shave his head." Jamie noted, walking up behind Emily and massaging her shoulders.

"You boys I swear to god Jamie." Emily laughed, "and when you get intoxicated tonight, try not to drop the baby bomb. I want to wait until after Casino Night."

"What's your excuse for not drinking then?" He asked, kissing her neck.

"I'm doing a month long alcohol detox to help my skin and hair. It sounds stupid I know. And Jamie we have to be there in like half an hour." She shrugged Jamie off her neck.

"I'll be quick and it's a five minute walk."

"Honey what happened the last time you said 'I'll be quick'?"

"Well, we ended up missing an appointment one time. I think it also got you knocked up and we also missed a plane another time." He giggled, "you know I can't resist you, especially when your being bossy and domestic."

"Exactly. As much as I love making love to you or having a quick fuck, we should actually be on time for once. Because quickies always turn into marathons."

"I can't wait to rip that shirt off of you when we get back here tonight." He referred to her Rob Gronkowski shirsey.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup. It should be a Seahawks shirt... Or even better, a Dallas Stars one that has my name on the back of it." He pushed himself into her backside and ran his hand over her belly.

"Your ridiculous. And I love you for it. And I already have your shirt. And Jerseys. All of 'em." She relaxed under his touch, throwing Bailey a leftover bit of cheese.

"When are you going to start showing?"

"I'll be seven weeks tomorrow, the baby will be the size of a blueberry. Maybe in another seven weeks." She placed her hand on top of his.

"That's almost two months away." He whined.

"That's why I don't want you to tell the world we're expecting for another few weeks. Once I hit 10 weeks the chance for a miscarriage will be significantly less."

"Why are you always right?"

She laughed, "Because I'm a genius."

She loved little moments where Jamie was super cuddly and lovey. Albeit even though horny, which he always was around her, he always had to have her in his arms.

"I love you." He said quietly after a moment of silence, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"I love you too." She said softly, turning her head so he could kiss her.

Their romantic moment was quickly over when Bailey felt the need to be recognized too, letting out a quick bark.

"And we love our Bailey too." Emily laughed, pulling away from Jamie to squat down to love the dog, in which Jamie did the same.

"Should we bring him so he can play with Marshall and Cash?" Emily looked over at Jamie.

"Yeah why not. He'll probably end up mooching off of everyone." Jamie laughed.

"It's settled. He'll play with his cousins and we'll eat good food so I can get fat and you can drink beer and watch football."

"His cousins?" Jamie cocked a brow at her.

"Yeah. We already refer to Tyler as Uncle to the dog and he will be Uncle Tyler to the baby." She grinned.

"Your nuts."

"And you love it. I'm ready to go whenever you are."

"Just let me pack the cooler. Can you leash up Bailey? It's always a process with me. And he doesn't walk well for me." Jamie stated.

"Because your too stern with him and he doesn't listen to you."

"You spoil him."

"Yes. Yes I do." She stood up, walking to the foyer to get Bailey's leash.

"Well I spoil you so I guess it's okay. Should we have a bet tonight?"

"Well you already got me pregnant." Emily laughed.

"If the Seahawks win you buy my Bentley I've been wanting. If the Pats win I'll buy you the Ferrari you've been wanting."

"Jamie. You can buy yourself your Bentley and I could care less about a Ferrari. I'd rather an old Camaro. How about you cook dinner whenever your home for the rest of the season if the Patriots win and if the Seahawks win I will continue to cook whatever you want for dinner whenever your home."

"Naked?" He asked eagerly.

"Yes naked. Just for you, better be learning some recipes though babe! Especially since I'm pregnant!" Emily smiled, opening up the front door.

"Remind me to have you show me how to sign up for Pinterest when we get home." Jamie rolled his eyes.

"I love you. Hold my hand while we walk down the street?" Emily held her hand out after he locked up.

"Of course my love." He smiled as he pulled her in, giving her a kiss as Bailey lead them to Tyler's.

***

Jamie had stepped out briefly to get some air during the half time. Feeling quite intoxicated he needed to watch himself around Emily.

He couldn't help but have his hand on her belly when he pulled her onto his lap. He was proud of himself and excited.

"How far along is she?" He heard Jordie say.

Jamie looked at his brother with a grin, "About 7 weeks. How did you know?"

"You keep on rubbing her belly and staring at it. And she's not drinking or smoking. Also you've been getting squirrelly like you do when your keeping big news a secret. Why didn't you say anything?"

Jamie knew he could confide in his brother about this stuff. But he wanted to abide by Emily's wishes and not tell anyone until the 10 week mark.

"It's that obvious?"

"Yeah."

"She wants to wait another three weeks before we tell anyone. It's so hard to keep it a secret."

"Mom and Dad are going to be so excited. Congratulations Chubbs!" Jordie gave Jamie a big hug.

"They're going to lose their minds. Thanks bro. I should have told you but I wanted to keep her happy. But I know you won't tell anyone no matter how much Jess will bug you."

"I'm going to be an uncle. How do you think her parents will take it?"

"Shawn will love it. He knows I have every intention of purposing to her this summer but Behar will not be happy."

"Just explain it to Behar?"

"I'll ask her for her permission and the subtly drop it. Maybe."

"Boys. Game's back on." He heard Jess say.

Following Jordie and Jess back in the house he looked for Emily but she was no where to be found.

Assuming she was in the bathroom he grabbed a beer, filled his plate back up with food and sat back down on the couch.

Waiting for Emily to come back, Kaitlyn sat down beside him on the couch.

"I'm glad I'm sitting next to someone who's cheering for the right team." She said to Jamie.

"Yup. Seahawks are going to win." Jamie smiled at her.

He knew this was the last thing Emily would have wanted but Kaitlyn had seemed apologetic for the racist comment she made towards Emily all those months back.

Making small talk with her he felt Emily squeeze his shoulder as she came around the couch. Either she was going to be pissed right on the spot or be passive aggressive about it until later.

"Do you want my spot babe?" He asked her.

"No I'm going to sit over by Ali and Jess." She said calmly, giving Kaitlyn the infamous look that could kill.

"The Death Glare" he called it.

Jamie was all too familiar with it. He's received it a number of times whenever he's done something she didn't like. He was afraid of that look.

He watched Emily sit down between the girls, immediately engaging in conversation with them.

***

"Your letting her sit beside him?" Jess asked.

"Yup. As long as she stays hands off." Emily shot another look of daggers towards Kaitlyn, "Jamie's agent called."

"He's not getting traded is he?" Ali asked, concerned.

"No. He called me not Jamie. Rich said they want me to be on the second season of Hockey Wives."

"The first one hasn't even aired yet has it?" Jess asked.

"No. I haven't decided and I don't know any of the girls on the first season. Well I kinda know Martine because I know Jonathan from when he played junior. Unless like Angela Price and Paige Getzlaf go on it too."

"How do you think Jamie will take it." Jess noted.

"He probably wouldn't like it. We all know what he's like. Socially awkward, especially around cameras and new people." Emily glanced at him as he was taking a swig of beer. Making eye contact she winked at him.

"Why would they choose you? Just wondering." Ali asked.

"Because Jamie's captain of his team and my social media presence. Honestly I work to much to be on a reality show. Plus I'd rather be on Real Housewives."

Plus she was also pregnant and not married.

And Jamie was getting hip surgery once the season was over and she needed to be there for him.

Coming out of the bathroom after she brushed her teeth she found Jamie half undressed laying on the bed with his arm covering his eyes, Muttering something along the lines of "I can't believe we fucking lost".

Smiling to herself she climbed on the bed and then on top of him, sitting against his hips and running her cold hands under his shirt.

"Emm your hands are cold." He slurred, pulling them out.

"Have I mentioned how much I love you." She cooed, scooting up and rubbing her nose against his.

"Have I mentioned how much I hate your team right now." He whined.

"Have I mentioned how sexy I think you are with that little bit of scruff?"

"Yeah?" He smiled, not moving his arm from his eyes.

"So sexy. And besides, it's not like your getting paid for that game. But I should enjoy your beautiful bum before it gets branded." She kissed him.

"Hmm."

She sat back up and pondered what to do to get him to move his arm on his own free will.

"Babe. Jamie." She giggled, poking at his underarm.

"Hmm."

"Can you please remove your arm. I want to see your eyes."

"Hmm." He moved his arm, but not removing it from his eyes.

She removed her shirt and bra, her breasts hurt anyways. They were growing with her pregnancy.

She knew how to get a reaction out of him.

Grabbing his free arm she put his hand against one of her breasts.

"Hmm." His grin got bigger, reaching her other one with his other hand.

"There he is. You like?" She laughed, running her hands under his sweater again.

"Yeah I do. They're going to be so big. They already are bigger." His eyes were honed in on her chest.

"Are they making you feel better?"

"A little bit." He sat up, he was so tall he was eye level with her.

"Will having sex with me wearing one of your jerseys make you feel better?"

It usually did. Sex period did.

"Honey. I love you. But can we just cuddle instead? I'm really drunk and I don't want to-"

"Your not going to poke the baby. The baby is like a kidney bean."

"Babbee."

She's only seen him this drunk once, when she offered to DD for him and the boys after a night out. And the result was the same after all the talk of how he was going to bend her over the bed but by the time they had gotten back he was out like a light in less then five minutes.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" She asked him, giving him a light kiss.

"Yeah. And I want to rub the baby belly." He yawned.

"Just for you. I'm going to get you a big glass of water before you fall asleep though." She pushed herself off of him.

Slipping on a baggy t-shirt off the dresser she ran downstairs, grabbing a cold bottle out of the fridge instead and making sure everything was locked up.

By the time she was up the stairs and back in the bedroom he was passed out in the same position he had been in previously, Bailey now curled up beside him.

"Sorry Bails but I'm going to get Daddy up to get him undressed and so he's not hogging the bed." She smiled as Bailey rested his head on Jamie's stomach to look at her.

She shook Jamie lightly to wake him back up, helping him sit up she lifted his hoodie and shirt up and over his head, tossing them on the floor.

"Em." He muttered, colour draining from his face.

"J." She said softly, prepared for what was next.

"I have the spins. Real bad." He groaned.

"Are you going to be sick?"

"Yeah."

That was all she needed to know so she could haul him off the bed and take him to the bathroom.

She always forgot her own strength since she quit cross fit but it was still there. Especially when supporting Jamie's 205 pound frame with her 135 pound frame.

Getting him to the toilet just on time she rubbed his broad back as he spilled the contents of the Super Bowl party into the toilet.

She was just going to let him be and go to bed but he was always with her when she was going through her morning sickness. So it wouldn't have been fair.

"Can we go to bed now?" He groaned, standing up.

"Of course." She kissed his cheek, "but brush your teeth first."

"Hm."

"Are you fine to brush your teeth if I go to bed or do you need my assistance?"

"Hmm."

"I'm going to go to bed now babe."

"Hm."

She shook her head as she left the bathroom, stripping down again she crawled back into bed, making sure to set her alarm for work in the morning.

She felt him crawl into bed a few moments later, pulling her immediately into his arms and him resting his hand on her stomach.

"Babe. Set your alarm before you fall asleep." She said quietly.

"Hm."

She waited a few moments to see if he would move.

"Jamie Benn."

"Hm?"

"Set your alarm."

"Hmm okay." He groaned, sloppily rolling over and setting his alarm which would go off two hours later then hers.

"Can I actually go to sleep now?" He slurred, wrapping himself around her again.

She giggled, rolling over to face him. "Yes. Good night. I love you. Sleep tight."

He made a kissy face. "I love you too. Can I have a kiss?"

She fulfilled his request and snuggled into his chest.

He was out in seconds and her last thought before falling asleep was to that she meant to tell him her cousin, Shadi was coming to visit on Tuesday.

He had a game at home that day anyways. And Shadi had never been to a hockey game before. So it worked out.

They would sit in the stands instead of the wives box, where she enjoyed sitting anyways. Where the action was.

Shadi would also want to party. Being an up and comer on the London party scene, constantly trying to get onto some reality show.

Which meant Emily would have to disclose her pregnancy to Shadi, something she didn't want to do quite yet.

She gave him a light kiss above his heart and let herself doze off.

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