Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Tyler was still ranting about the call so I commented, “Yelling at the television didn’t work, huh?”
Tyler and Dane’s relationship had gotten somewhat better. As had mine, but they still had a healthy dose of hatred for each other when it came to all things hockey. It was a work in progress that was at a standstill.
Tyler whipped around, a smile breaking out over his face. “You think your brother would invent some technology where we could make that happen. Your nice brother. Not your dickish brother who is not winning this game against New York.”
“Is that how it works? You say it and therefore it happens.”
He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up for a kiss. I was expecting a small lift, but Tyler had a different thought. He hoisted me all the way up so I wrapped my legs around his waist, and as he kissed me, he walked back to the couches. Sinking down, he kept me on his lap and patted my thigh. “You can stay right here. You will make watching this game bearable if you’re within groping distance.”
I wasn’t about to argue so I settled against his chest and watched the rest of the game in his arms.
Boston won, and with that last win, they were going to the next round where the winner would get the championship trophy.
Tyler was grumbling about the game, but I moved to the side and tilted my head to see him better. “How are you feeling about that?”
He growled.
“Are you ready to go against Boston for the Cup? Funny how that worked out this year.”
It was the first year they were going. I was doubtful it’d be their last.
“My old team couldn’t do their job, so my new team will. It’s everyone’s job to beat your brothers. I will take pleasure in doing it myself this year.”
I laughed but reached for him. Cupping his chin, I turned his head to fully look down at me. “I got a feeling the Grays are going to take it this year.”
“You got a feeling?”
He was teasing, but I had a feeling the morning Dane and Lindy called last fall to tell us they were pregnant for a fourth time. I had a feeling the morning when Skylar called us crying because Zoey had a breakthrough in therapy. And it was just like the feeling I had the morning when the Grays won the seventh game in their last playoffs. The one that sent them for the championship trophy as well.
I moved my hand so it was covering my stomach.
He tracked my movement, his eyes going wide. His mouth fell open. “Wha—”
I whispered, “Yeah. I got a feeling.”
“Are—” He was speechless. “Are you serious? Are you sure?” He grew alarmed. “Should you be sitting like this? We had sex last night. Like, hard sex. Can we do that? We shouldn’t have done that. You’re pregnant? Right? That’s what you’re saying?”
Happiness coursed through me. This was the ultimate happiness and I nodded, my voice breaking. “Yeah. We’re going to have a baby.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Does this mean we can finally get married?”
I burst out laughing and shifted to straddle him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I said, “Yes. We can finally get married.”
“And that means we can tell people we’ve been engaged for two years now?”
“Yes.”
“We can make it official?”
“Yes.”
“Can we—”
“Can you shut up and kiss me?”
“I’ll kiss you forever.”
I tightened my arms around his neck and raised myself higher so I was face to face with him. “Promise?”
His eyes darkened. “Promise.”
And he did.