Months later…

I feel the cold air rush against my face. I quickly check George’s mittens. He claps his hands lightly.

“See? That’s dada,” I say. “That’s your daddy.”

Lawrence skates effortlessly across the ice, and shoulder checks a player on the opposite team. The guy goes flying into the air and collapses against the ice. Lawrence practically breaks him in half. He snatches the puck. With a flick of the wrist, it flies into the goal. A loud buzzer sounds and the crowd goes wild.

“Go Lawrence!” Sharon shouts. She stomps her feet.

“I’m getting worried,” I say to her. “They’re still losing.”

We both eye the scoreboard carefully. 6 to 5. “He’ll pull through,” she says. “He has to.”

Lawrence keeps looking up at us. Normally, it would make me feel good. All season long, he’s been doing it. This time, it’s different. This is the Stanley Cup.

I whisper, “Come on. Get your head in the game!” I stomp my feet anxiously.

Sharon grabs my hand and squeezes, practically squealing. “Come on! Come on!”

Cruze steals the puck from one of the players, but is immediately sideswiped. Bronson comes in, pummeling the next guy. He comes crashing down on the ice, but quickly regains his balance. It’s long enough for Lawrence to swoop in and take the puck into his control. He throws back his arm and launches the puck into the goal, to tie the game up. The crowd goes crazy. We jump out of our seats screaming.

“One more,” I whisper.

Lawrence’s teammates hold defense, as the team rushes them with everything they’ve got. Bronson has gone full bull mode. He’s knocking down players, left and right. Cruze is looking for an in and finally finds one when the puck lands safely in the corner of the rink. He dives for it, hitting it towards Lawrence.

Lawrence lags for one second too long. Someone from the other team slams into him and he collapses against the ice. His helmet goes flying off from the hit. His head hits the ice, without his helmet. I see a small amount of red and nearly run on the ice to grab him. No one calls for a break. The ref doesn’t even say anything.

Lawrence is dazed and out of his element. He stands up, only to fall back down. He tries one more time and is able to stand, though he’s holding onto the side of the rink.

“No,” I whisper. I turn toward his coach, a man who already doesn’t like me, and yell, “Do something! You can see that he’s hurt, can’t you?”

The man just looks at me and shakes his head. Lawrence can barely put his helmet on, but he manages. He skates loosely across the ice, regaining all of his balance. Bronson skates over to him and pats his shoulder. He whispers something and Lawrence nods. Then, it’s like nothing ever happened. He shakes his head angrily and hits his stick against the ice, hard.

He moves with all the haste in the world. He dives into the puck, as the other team’s players pass it. The butt of his stick connects with it and he manages to take control. The crowd hollers loudly, as it is an incredibly surprising play. We’re all sitting on the edges of our seat at this point. We can barely hold back from screaming.

He’s got a look to him right now that practically defines urgency. He gets closer to that goal and swings back. Everything seems to slow down in that moment. Bronson holds the line and checks anyone out to steal his team’s thunder.

“Cruz!” he shouts and waves his arm.

Cruze looks to his left. There is another teammate pummeling towards Lawrence, going full throttle. A quick yell comes from his throat. He dives and slides across the ice. He intercepts that player as Lawrence swings back.

Lawrence’s hockey stick connects with the puck. It goes flying into the air. The crowd all stands in unison. No one claps or makes a sound. George, however, laughs amongst the silence. As soon as my attention turns to him, the puck sinks into the goal. The goalie throws off his helmet and a fight ensues.

The refs don’t even break it up. The game is over and any penalties that could be given no longer matter. Bronson soon jumps in, as well as Cruz and the rest of the team.

“Oh no,” I whisper. Both sides turn into a rumble, but Lawrence ducks out of there before it gets too crazy.

He skates toward the entrance of the player’s box, but stops before going inside. He throws a fist into the air and the whole arena goes wild. He is the MVP they have always loved. The league can’t do anything about that now.

He throws off his skates and takes off his helmet. He’s banged up, but not worried. He walks over to us and says, “Come with me. Leave George with Sharon. I’m going to try and escape the cameras.”

I look over at Sharon. She shrugs. “I don’t mind. Go celebrate,” she says.

I mouth the words, “Thank you.”

We run downstairs, past the locker rooms. There’s a door nearby. He tests it and it opens. “Here,” he says.

“I’m confused. Why are we going in here?” I ask him.

He smirks. “Why do you think?” he asks. He loosens his padding. “Want to play a game?”

“What kind of a game?” I ask him.

I look down at the center of his pants. I can see the bulge grow. “The game where you keep begging for more,” he says. “Until I can’t hold it any longer, and I’m forced to put a baby in you.”

“Quit joking around,” I say.

“Who said anything about a joke?” he asks.

“Come here,” I whisper.

Our lips crush together. “I want you forever,” he says. “Now, sweetness. Arch that back for me like the good girl you are.”

I feel his hand run down my back. “I want this forever,” he says.

“Truly?” I ask him.

His palm falls flat against my ass. I feel him squeeze. “How about we start that game?” he asks.

“Do it. Fuck me like you mean it. Put a baby inside of me,” I say, in the spur of the moment.

I feel him penetrate me. The initial thrust inside is the best feeling in the world. Slowly, he slides in deep. I hear him exhale and grunt. He thrusts harder. His hands move toward my breasts. His fingers lightly run across my nipples. Goose bumps form all over my skin.

He kisses my neck and I nearly die from the pleasure. “Stop turning me on so much,” I whisper.

He covers my mouth and pounds me into submission. “I’ll do what I want,” he says.

My muffled moans are still incredibly loud, as he squeezes my lips together. He pushes my legs together and holds them in a tight grip. With his arms around my thighs, he pushes forward. I can hear and feel the loud smack of his balls hitting my pussy. He lowers us to the ground.

“I want to see you bounce on it, baby,” he says. “Come on now.”

I lift my ass up and down for him, glancing back to see if I’m doing what he needs me to do.

“My MVP,” I whisper.

“I like that,” he says.

“The best player that has ever lived,” I moan. I can feel my juices run down my lips. “And the best father too.”

“Fuck,” he groans, thrusting upward. “You’re making me want to cum.”

“Not yet. I want you to keep edging for me,” I say.

I pull up and his cock smacks onto his abs. I lower my head and wrap my lips around the shaft. I taste myself and smile.

“There we go. Settle down now,” I whisper, teasing him in a sensual voice.

His breathing is out of control. His head moves to the left and right. His body shakes against the cement floor.

“You’re… killing me,” he says.

“That’s what a woman’s job is to do,” I moan. “To make you writhe.”

“I see that you’re the dominant one now.” He laughs.

I look back and straight into his eyes. I can feel my heart knock against my chest. He grabs my breast and keeps his gaze steady.

I whisper, “I want you to fuck me like this forever. You hear me?”

He thrusts upward, one final time. His toes point forward. I feel him growing inside of me. He lets out a deep groan and holds me on top of him. I push down, coupled with his force, and feel his cock explode inside of me. His cum slowly begins to fall with gravity, but he pushes as deep as he can go and sets me on my back.

“You were serious about another baby?” I ask him.

He nods. “You think I’d joke around about something like that?” he asks. “This time, let’s have a girl.”

I laugh and he kisses me. I ask, “But what if it’s a boy?”

“Then we’ll play a game of three rounds, winner takes all,” he says.

“You, Lawrence,” I say, “drive a hard bargain.”