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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Hey! So I'm back with another Fifi (Kevin Fiala) request, I saw this prompt in a list around and I thought that it would be amazing if you could write him: "They had very different approaches to problem solving and it took some time to figure out how to accept that without getting into fights every time they disagreed on something.

Like they fight over a situation got mad at each other, maybe spend a few days like that, but when they start missing the other its time to make up, and the reconciliation it's just filled with love, passion and desire.

Thank you ! 😘❤️

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Alrighty love, my apologies for the delay! Christmas kept me quite occupied; Anyway, I hope you like this Fifi story 🤍 I aimed for a gentle and warm vibe, hoping it didn't contain too much angst or sadness 😅😉 as always, feel free to let me know what you think 🥰

Kevin Fiala x reader

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We spent the late nights making things right between us I Kevin Fiala 🖋️

"Hey, schätzi, I'm back home..." Kevin Fiala announced wearily as he trudged through the front door, holding a gym bag in one hand and a bag of take-out in the other.

"Perfect timing," you said with a smile, meeting him in the hallway while adjusting your earring. "Do you need about 5 minutes to freshen up before we go out? Put on a new shirt perhaps?"

Kevin looked at you, slightly confused.

"Go out? Where to?" he asked. "I've just returned home..."

"Yeah, well, we're meeting Linsey and John before the gallery event... Remember I mentioned it this morning before you went for training?" you tried to explain without sounding like you were nagging, as you had already informed your boyfriend about the plans, which he appeared to have forgotten.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight," the man in front of you sighed deeply, dropping his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes, and heading to the dining room.

"What do you mean you're not going anywhere?" you questioned, with a slightly firmer tone.

"Babe, I've had a 12-hour day, with practice, meetings, and workouts... I'm not up for navigating a crowd at a gallery..."

You struggled to contain yourself as his words sank in, disappointment filling your body and mind.

"Kev, we've planned this for months... we can't just bail now."

"Just go without me?" he said casually, unpacking his dinner.

"But I don't want to go without you..." you tried to explain, your voice rising slightly as his overly casual attitude started to irritate you, as if he didn't care about your evening plans at all.

"Come on, what's the problem?" Kevin chuckled lightly, grabbing a plate as he prepared to enjoy his meal, not even considering your dinner plans. "This is clearly something you want to do, and I'm just too tired... so, just go..."

But you found nothing amusing about it.

You'd marked this event months ago on the calendar. You'd reminded him multiple times, before and after the road trip. Sure, today had been a long day for him with hockey, but that was his job, and you couldn't understand why he couldn't make this one effort for you.

"What's the problem?" you asked rhetorically, echoing his question. "My problem is that we had plans for tonight, together, and now you suddenly don't want to go because you're 'too tired'... you were aware of tonight, and all I'm asking is for you to put on a clean shirt and join me for a couple of hours for something I'd like to do. Can't you do that for me? Not just this once..."

Your tone had raised a little more as you felt stunned by his response to the situation. He was behaving so carelessly, and you simply couldn't handle it.

"It's just an event at the gallery..."

"Just an... yes, precisely, Kev! It's ONE event... ONE evening I'm asking you to do this for me... EVERY DAY is about YOU and hockey... And I always support you through it – I'm at games until late at night despite having to work the following day, or I always have a meal ready for when you get home!"

"I'm not asking you to do all that for me..."

Anger surged through your body as you explained your disappointment, feeling completely content in confronting him. But the audacity he had to question your loyalty and his justify his unwillingness to do something for you in return.

"Alright then... then maybe I will go without you," you huffed, slowly realising that he wasn't going to change his mind. "You enjoy your takeout... and by the way, no, I wasn't hungry. I already ate the dinner I made for us – leftovers are in the fridge, but thank you for asking," you spoke sharply, before heading back to the hallway. There, you finished getting dressed, put on your heels and coat, slammed the door firmly enough for Kevin to notice, and made your way to your car.

This wasn't the first time such a situation had happened. Since moving in with Kevin a little under a year ago, it had happened a couple of times before. He'd return home late, or later than expected, forgetting plans you had, leading to an argument.

The first time, he had relented and joined you for the evening you'd planned.

The second time, you had to cancel on your girlfriends last minute. It was just before a road trip, and Kevin had expected you to stick around since he wanted to spend time with you.

And in both cases, the tension had eventually dissipated as you relaxed in each other's company, knowing your love for each other surpassed everything.

But this time, it felt different.

You had been eagerly looking forward to this event, and so had Linsey and John, two of your closest friends, and you were all set to meet up and attend tonight's gallery event. Naturally, you had expected your boyfriend to join since it meant a lot to you. Yet, as had happened multiple times before, he was simply tired after a long day at the rink. Seemingly, he was too exhausted to spend even a few hours with you.

Disappointment surged through you as you navigated the streets towards your destination, struggling to hold back the tears slowly welling up.

However, you refused to let it ruin your night. Despite understanding how important Kevin's career was to him (and to an extent, to you), you couldn't grasp why he wouldn't make an exception this time. But dressed in your best dark green pantsuit, a piece you bought specifically for the occasion, empowering you to feel like a true boss lady ready to conquer the world, you confidently stepped out of the vehicle, flaunting your new heels, and greeted your friends.

And although the evening unfolded magnificently, there lingered a thought about your man back at home. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, was thinking of you. Yet, quickly brushing off these thoughts, and you refocused on the engaging conversations with your friends.

But amidst the laughter and enjoyable chats, your occasional moments of distraction didn't escape the notice of your best friend. And eventually, you caved in and confided in her about the fight with Kevin.

"He's probably just stressed about the season..." John offered reassurance with a warm, friendly smile.

"Yeah, like last week's 3-2 loss in overtime... that's a tough one to swallow," Linsey added sweetly. You knew both your friends were just trying their best to uplift your spirits, even if they couldn't entirely grasp the challenges of being an NHL girlfriend.

"Thanks, guys, but I'm afraid it's more than just that," you sighed deeply, feeling slightly overwhelmed by different emotions. "I feel like I support him through everything... but he NEVER even tries to find the time and energy to do something for me..."

And as if the gates were sudden completely open, you continued expressing the difficulties of dating a professional hockey player, trying to align your social life with his career. As you heard your own words echoing, eventually running out of breath, you stopped talking, releasing a deep exhale.

"Perhaps, babe," Linsey's gentle voice interjected again, "it sounds like you could really use a break... not just when he's away on a road trip, but in your own space, where you can gather your thoughts."

Her words resonated, 'your own space,' a place free from thoughts of Kevin or hockey, where you could truly unwind and relax, away from your shared house.

It didn't actually sound like a bad idea.

And you knew just where to go.

Then offering a nod in agreement and a soft smile, you decided to continue with the night's event and not dwell on thoughts of your boyfriend and his career.

Meanwhile, back at home, Kevin was feeling awful. Well, not entirely awful, as he was genuinely just tired and happy that he’d chosen to have stayed in the comfort of his sofa and home.

But the intensity of your fight still lingered in his mind though. Your expressions of disappointment and anger weighed heavily on him, and he felt terrible about how things were left between you.

Despite the fact, that it was a familiar pattern in your fights.

You would get visibly agitated and annoyed, while he would adopt a low-key, casual, occasionally passive-aggressive stance. It seemed as if all his anger and energy were expended on the ice, leaving him with nothing to give during disagreements with you. He simply often ended up wanting to let things go, which would sometimes infuriate you even further.

At times, you wished he would just match your level of frustration, show his true emotions, and argue back. But instead, he would often brush it off and act nonchalant, which didn't resolve any issues but simply swept them under the rug.

And as the evening wore on, Kevin's feelings of sadness gradually dissipated, and exhaustion took over, causing him to doze off while watching reruns on the television.

Morning arrived, and Kevin slowly woke up still on the sofa.

The TV had been turned off, probably by you as you’d come home, but his initial thought wasn't about that. He wondered why you hadn't woken him up to say goodnight.

And even worse still, when he then glanced at the coffee table, where he saw a small post-it note signed by you.

"Morning love, hope you slept alright ❤️ I've gone over to my old apartment, just to have some time to myself and finish up some work - didn't want to wake you as I know you need the rest. Love you, y/n/n"

Reading your note, Kevin felt a pang of disappointment and sadness. However, it was sweet, and you had used your nickname, which indicated that perhaps you weren't entirely mad. But he couldn't understand why you’d suddenly left without waking him, nor saying anything in person. You had just returned home, slept, left a note, and departed from your shared house.

And he knew you well enough that when you needed space, it was better to respect that.

So, he merely let out a deep sigh, got up, and prepared for the day, filled with training, media coverage, and another round of workouts in the evening.

But, to his surprise, you didn't text him all day, which, even after a fight, was highly unusual. And by his second workout, Kevin grew concerned and felt the urge to call you.

"Hey, you," you greeted him over the phone. Your voice lacked excitement, yet he didn't sense traces of annoyance either.

"Hey, schätzi, I just wanted to check in with you," he spoke with genuine curiosity and concern.

"Kev, I'm all good, I just need some time for myself... just for a day or two," you softly explained, still feeling the sting from your recent argument.

"Oh okay... but we're okay, right?"

"Yes, babe, we're just fine."

At first, he didn’t entirely believe you, but decided to let the matter go, and ending the call after exchanging 'love you's.

And as the day progressed, Kevin did his best to trust your need for space. However, he could also feel himself gradually feel a growing need to see you again, particularly on the following day, when you planned to spend more time alone working on your project and didn't attend the home game where the Kings faced off against the Islanders.

Feeling a sting of heartache, Kevin began to fear that your relationship might be closer to its breaking point due to your recent fight. Your valid point about him not investing the same level of time and energy into things that mattered to you, despite your unwavering support for him, weighed heavily on his mind. Yet, he tried to maintain composure, convincing himself that all you needed was a bit of time.

Meanwhile, as you watched the game from your old sofa across town, feelings of longing filled your body and mind each time Kevin's name was mentioned and number 22 flashed on the screen. Despite relishing the wonderful solitude you'd found, being able to wholly concentrate on your work and personal needs in your sublet place that sat empty at the time, you began to miss your boyfriend more than anything.

And as you reflected on the intensity of your recent argument, you acknowledged your justified frustration but also had to admit it might had been somewhat exaggerated.

You loved Kevin deeply, and that had been evident since the day he had so boldly asked you out on a date without much knowledge about you. His humble confidence had intrigued you, and soon, you found yourself immersed in the world of hockey players and their significant others almost every night.

So, as the match concluded with a satisfying 2-1 win for the Kings, you decided it was time to head home and await your boyfriend's return.

And spotting your car in the driveway as Kevin pulled up filled him with a sense of happiness. However, upon closing the front door behind him and entering the hallway, he was met with an eerie silence and darkness.

Had you come back home and left again? he wondered.

Perhaps you’d changed your mind and went to a friend's place instead?

Once again, the fear of the potential breaking point of your relationship crept into his mind.

But then suddenly, he heard noises coming from upstairs, seemingly from your bedroom. And carefully placing his bag by the door, Kevin removed his coat and shoes before walking slowly up the staircase.

A faint glimmer of light caught his attention, emanating from your bedroom. And feeling a surge of relief, he knew it had to be you, so he proceeded down the hallway with cautious steps and entered, noticing the light filtering from the en suite bathroom.

Approaching the doorway, Kevin stood still, observing you standing over the sink, your head slightly bowed, dressed in a satin robe. He then caught a faint sniffle before your eyes met in the mirror, revealing a trace of redness, indicating that you had shed some tears earlier.

And as you both paused, locking eyes, a surge of warmth and relief enveloped you. Seeing Kevin again definitely had you now more convinced than ever that you had missed him deeply and never wanted to be apart from him, if it wasn’t necessary.

So, releasing another deep breath, you turned around and slowly walked towards the Swiss player, who instinctively enveloped you in his large frame, wrapping his arms around you, and drew you close.

In that embrace, all the tension suddenly seemed to dissolve, leaving only unspoken love between you, as words felt unnecessary.

Then, as you gazed up at him, you delicately lifted your hands to encircle his neck, gently pulling him down for a soft kiss. Kevin quickly reciprocated, as he was also yearning for your touch more than anything.

The days without you, despite being in the same city, had been agonising for him, as he had feared that it might had been the end of your relationship. However, as you both stood in the bathroom doorway, sharing a heartfelt kiss, those fears vanished entirely.

As the kiss deepened, Kevin's hands gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers entwined in your hair, while his tongue delicately explored past your lips, engaging in a tender exchange with yours. You couldn’t help but lean into it as well, surrendering to the lustfulness of the kiss you had initiated.

Then as you gradually pulled back, both of you needed a moment to catch your breath. And while locking eyes once more, Kevin whispered softly, "Please don't leave me," his face and body exuding humble gratitude, almost welling up with emotion.

"Never, Schätzi," you reassured him, gently shaking your head. "Kev, I know sometimes I say things that might sound like I don't want this life with you, but I do, I really do."

A tear trickled down your cheek, mirroring the sadness in Kevin's eyes.

"I understand. I'm just... I'm constantly afraid," he confessed, the vulnerability evident in his voice. "I know I need to pay more attention to what you like and make time for that too..."

"Hey, I think we both need to work on it, babe," you added, attempting a timid smile. "I need to stop overreacting, and we should try and communicate better. I knew what I signed up for when we started dating, but it means we need to be better at discussing things and planning together."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Kevin sighed deeply.

You knew you had your differences in approaching situations, but you also knew that you were in a good relationship, which also meant that meeting each other halfway was key.

"Join me in a bath, baby," you then softly suggested, and Kevin couldn’t help but softly smile and nodded as he gently removed the robe from your slender frame.

And as you then both settled in the warm water, with you leaning against his broad chest, gently caressing each other's hands, you discussed the little improvements and changes you could think of you both could make. You respected each other's boundaries but also recognised the need to occasionally push those lines just a little.

It was a good conversation that lifted a weight from both your hearts. And then snuggled into bed, smiles adorned your faces as you drifted off into a much-needed deep sleep, feeling lighter and more at peace.

#🇧🇷#my asks #kevin fiala imagine #la kings imagine #nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey fic

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stereax · 3 months

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whos your favorite player on every team?

Ooh, this is a fun one! Under the cut :) Also not gonna use former Devils, and gonna try to stay away from just naming the most known player on each team... we'll see.

Anaheim Ducks: Lukas Dostal is doing a damn good job tending that net. I'm super excited to see where he goes!

Arizona Coyotes: Of course, our pride king Travis Dermott!

Boston Bruins: Look. I said I was gonna not name the most known players. But you can't expect me not to name a goalie for the Bruins! Impossible! I'm gonna give the edge to Jeremy Swayman.

Buffalo Sabres: Probably Jeff Skinner, honestly. Most cursed man in hockey. Does that make me old?

Calgary Flames: I don't follow the Flames much but I do really like Cody Taylor.

Carolina Hurricanes: Pyotr Kochetkov is, in my opinion, the only Cane with rights.

Chicago Blackhawks: All Star Jason Dickinson just seems like a funny dude. Well, for having to play for Chicago...

Colorado Avalanche: I am forgiving Ross Colton for that really shitty shift against the Devils because he's holding Woody's hand and they're cute. But I'm watching you, mister.

Columbus Blue Jackets: Alexandre Texier. He's French! And played in Switzerland last year! And is suffering!

Dallas Stars: Thomas Harley is carrying half my fantasy teams and he seems like such a fun dude!

Detroit Red Wings: Jake Walman, hitting the griddy, and getting a bobblehead after it.

Edmonton Oilers: I am not immune to Ryan McLeod propaganda. Just look at his smile!

Florida Panthers: Sam Reinhart, the highest-paid Panther, has no goals and one assist in his last six games and his ice time is declining. Where are the Sabres fans who told me how much they would miss him? When I hear of all the positive qualities the team lacked in the past, I think of Reinhart - lol nah that's just the Reino copypasta. Love him!

Los Angeles Kings: Long Distance Girlfriend Kevin Fiala and his hysterical wife!

Minnesota Wild: Mats Zuccarello is very short. This is always fun. Especially because his stick is very long. Also fun.

Montreal Canadiens: Juraj Slafkovsky is not only worryingly homoerotic with every single Slav he meets, he is also trying valiantly to overcome the bust narrative, and he's silly and goofy! What more do you want?

Nashville Predators: Roman Josi. I am not immune to a good-looking Swiss man.

New Jersey Devils: All of them. I'm in a Dougie Hamilton mood right now, though. (Aka, I miss him :'( )

New York Islanders: The Real Sebastian Aho, simply because it's funny there's two of them. Also, this one is prettier.

New York Rangers: There's a fic out there that makes me somewhat like Braden Schneider.

Ottawa Senators: I'm saluting Jacob Bernard-Docker for his services to my fantasy teams.

Philadelphia Flyers: The image of Known USNTDP Member Cam York fielding calls from Zegras on how to take care of his platonic soulmate is truly peak.

Pittsburgh Penguins: The Other Smitty, Reilly Smith. I am predictable. I have a type.

San Jose Sharks: Anthony Duclair! And his many sons on the team.

Seattle Kraken: Kailer Yamamoto. I just like him because he's short, okay? He also seems to have a very fun character, which I admire.

St. Louis Blues: Colton Parayko, for no other reason than it's a very good hockey name.

Tampa Bay Lightning: Brayden Point is another of those players that just eternally carries my fantasy teams.

Toronto Maple Leafs: I think Calle Jarnkrok is eternally underrated. And I'm right.

Vancouver Canucks: Stanley Cup Champion Teddy Blueger. He deserves it.

Vegas Golden Knights: I simply believe that if one does not at least admire Jack Eichel for his dedication to being a bitch and ruining all the narratives, one does not exist to me.

Washington Capitals: They have Dylan Strome from the fics! It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride, everything everything will be just fine, everything everything will be alright alright...

Winnipeg Jets: Nino Niederreiter. God, I hope he finds a home some day. I hope it could be Winnipeg.

#stereanswers #sterechats :)

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thosedaysthatwill · 1 year

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For the fic asks: 15 and 49

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

The mob au by far. I love everything about that world.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I have a bunch I'm chipping away at. Which brings me to a poll...

#hockey fic #about me #THANKS FOR ASKING!

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raysofcrosby · 2 years

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Girl how many drafted works do you have? 😂😂

bestie i have a lot 🙂

like 5-9 wltay bonus chapters [depending on how i break them all up]

all too well sid fic [ft. kevin fiala]

heather ratty fic [ft. jacob markstrom]

untitled sid fic where they get matched with a foster child, finally get pregnant and sid adopts two puppies, all within an hour

traitor jj maybank fic [yes im an obx hoe]

little do you know bonus ch

a 4+1 fic w/ matty tkachuk [specifically titled: 4 times he thought you had gone into labor + the one time you actually did]

happier mitch marner fic [its on wattpad and i haven't figured out a way to put it onto tumblr yet bc it was going to be a social media + writing fic]

consequences tyler seguin fic [also on wattpad, but really want to transfer it over to tumblr but dont know how cause it was going to be a social media + writing fic]

end game sidney crosby younger sister x nolan patrick fic [same as the two above, but it's heavily based in philly in which nolan and teammates mentioned are no longer there lol]

as you can see nonnie, i literally have zero self control <3

#anon #answered

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hastybooks · 7 years

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#fic #it's locked jsyk #roman josi/yannick weber/kevin fiala #furh look

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 33

A/N: This chapter was actually inspired by an old Tumblr post that went around back in the day. Something like: 'find someone who will fuck you in the laundry room while waiting for the timer to go off on your kid's Dino chicken nuggets.' And I still think about that like 13 years later, so it inspired this chapter 🤣

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, medical talk/hospital visit, lil angsty.

The Fiala children are driving me up the damn wall today.

Nothing seems to satisfy them.

At 5 and barely 2, the age difference is both a blessing and a curse.

Luca is currently running around, chasing his sister as she toddles as fast as she can away from him. Lacey is shrieking in happiness, but the noise is getting to the right level that makes my brain pound between my temples. I glance at the clock, scowling when I see it is past noon and my husband should definitely be back from morning skate by now. From the moment both kids got up this morning, Kevin and I knew it was going to be a day. When you’re a parent, you develop a sense for these types of things. Part of me is slightly resentful that he got to leave and I had to stay with the monsters.

The oven beeps as Luca grabs his little sister, causing her to topple over and land with her face skidding into the carpet. I cringe, pausing for a moment to see what the reaction is going to be. Lacey lifts her face and a slight, evil cackle comes from her lips. Whew. Disaster averted. She hops to her feet as quick as she can and off they go again.

I grab the sheet pan and throw the Tyson chicken nuggets on there, then open the oven door to pop them in. Lacey will only eat four, but Luca has been going through a growth spurt, so I add in a few extra in case he needs it. Whatever they don’t eat, I’ll throw onto my salad. Kevin is likely eating at the rink since it is a game day.

Lacey shrieks when my back is turned to both kids. It's not a good one, so I whip around after shutting the oven and find my oldest with a fist full of his sister’s hair.

“Excuse me.” I stare him down. “No. Let go.”

“She tried to bite me!” He insists, still gripping her hair.

“Luca, let go.” My voice is more stern as Lacey’s shrieks continue to grow. I move to walk around the island causing Luca to releases his grip. Lacey reaches forward and sinks her toddler teeth into her brother’s forearm. Luca screams and pulls away from her. “Of course this is happening without your dad here.” I mutter under my breath as I get between them. They take in the distressed look on my face and both dissolve into body shaking sobs filled with anger, hurt, and rage.

I hear the door before I see my husband. I turn to him, eyes pleading with him to help. He cringes before rushing to scoop Luca up right as he winds up to slap his sister’s face.

“Enough.” Kevin’s voice is calm as I grab Lacey who is screaming at a decibel I didn’t think human beings could get to. I close my eyes, rocking her against my chest as Kevin continues to speak to Luca. “Not okay.”

“She-“

“No.” Kevin cuts him off. “Take a deep breath.” He sucks one in as well with our son, then they push it out together. Large tears fall from Luca’s eyes as Lacey breathes heavily in my arms.

Become a parent they said. It will be rewarding they said.

“When we get upset, we need to take a break, not hurt people.” Kevin’s voice is gentle as he sets Luca back on the ground. Our son pouts at his dad. “Entschuldige dich bei deiner Schwester.” He encourages him to apologize to Lacey.

“Tut mir leid.” Luca mutters his apology. Kevin nods his head in approval. “She bit me.” Luca blurts, switching back to English, looking at me for support.

“I understand that. She was wrong as well. But you are older and know better.” Luca stares at Kevin, brown eyes shining with tears. “Let’s go take that break.” Kevin pulls Luca into his chest and rubs at his back. Our eyes meet as Lacey lays motionless in my arms, coming down from her tantrum and instantly being overcome with tiredness. “Go upstairs to your room. Let us know when you are ready.” Luca nods and heads to the stairs, slowly going up them until we hear the soft click of his door.

“I know it looked like I didn’t have that under control, but I was putting lunch in the oven.” I don’t know why I am insistent that Kevin knows that, but I want him to. He smiles and nods.

“I know you did, baby.” He looks down at Lacey.

“You need a break too.” I murmur to her, she nods her head at me. “You can stay down here on the couch. No TV, just quiet time.” A few more large drops slip out. I lay her on the couch with her blanket, ignoring the thumb she stuck into her mouth. I can’t fight with her on that right now. One battle at a time.

I release a heavy sigh as I go back to the kitchen, shaking my head.

“It’s been a roller coaster this morning.” I whisper to Kevin when he joins me. He wraps his arms around my back and I bury my face in his chest. I feel the tension seeping from my body as his strong hands rub reassuring circles through my shirt. “They were playing fine until they weren’t.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the oven to check on the chicken nuggets.

“Is that timer for lunch?” He asks, noting there is still nine minutes left.

“Yeah. They will probably be happier once they eat.”

“Plenty of time for me to eat.”

“You didn’t eat at the rink?” I ask him, pulling back to look at his face.

“Oh, I did. I’m ready for dessert though.” He begins to walk me backwards, towards the laundry room that is adjacent to the mudroom, next to the pantry.

“What.” A breathy laugh comes from my mouth as he releases one hand from me, opening the door handle and pushing me inside. “Babe?” I ask, giving him a confused look. His tongue licks his bottom lip as his hands come to the button on my jeans. Oh.

“You’re dessert.” He insists. “And I’ve only got 8 and a half minutes, so hop up.” He points to the dryer. My reaction is too slow for Kevin.

“Ohmygod, Kev!” Falls out of my lips as he sets me unceremoniously on the running dryer. “Lacey-"

“She’s already sleeping.” Kevin tells me. “And you need this. Fuck, I need this too.”

My jeans are off and he tugs my panties down as well. My eyes are wide with surprise and hunger. He grabs my leg, tossing it over his shoulder and pushing my other thigh wider. I instinctively thread my fingers though his hair. When his tongue connects with my clit, I’m speechless. My head falls back, my breathing begins to increase, and I lose myself in his skilled movements.

“Mmm.” It drops from my lips involuntarily. I suck in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he sucks me into his mouth. “Babe, I want you inside me.” It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had Kevin filling me. If we only have 8 minutes, I want the best stuff- him- deep, hard and fast.

“Not until you come on my face.” His voice is coated in desire. My grip in his hair tightens and I push his face further into me. His mouth laps and tugs me, convincing my body to surrender to him. It isn’t long before I do exactly what he asked. The dryer shaking adds an edge of delicious vibration to my orgasm. Kevin stands, forcing my lips onto his.

“I needed that.” I confess to him as he grips his dick, ready to slide into me.

“You need this more.” He thrusts gently into me, knowing I’m going to need time to adjust. He’s thick and rigid, causing my walls to convulse on him immediately. He sighs against my lips before his teeth connect with my lower one. “This is my favorite place to be.” His voice comes out like a growl as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He begins to move, the dryer squeaks with the force of his thrusts, but it doesn’t deter us. His arms tighten around me as he feels my body going limp, begging for more, tugging him further inside of me by shuddering around him.

“Oh.” The moan is breathy, impossible to get any gusto to it with how damn good he feels inside of me. It’s a lie though. What’s really happening is I’m losing control and uninhibited moans are building in my throat.

“Shhhhh.” He reminds me, watching my face, knowing I’m so close. My body refuses any movement except leaning into how damn good this feels. His hands shift to grip my ass as he drives deeper, shoving me right off the cliff and into the abyss of orgasm. My mouth opens, no sound comes out, until it does; it’s loud and needy. Kevin catches the tail end of it with his mouth.

My muscles squeeze him tight and I buck my hips into him in the end. That get’s him.

“Yes, baby.” He whimpers as he climaxes inside of me.

His hips shove me up further until he can barely connect with me. He pushes out a quick breath, sliding me back down so he can fill me completely again. Seconds later, our eyes open and he releases me so I can jump off the dryer. His hands immediately come to my bare butt, pulling me into a tight hug. I’m thankful because my legs are wobbling but his strength is more than enough to keep me up. He shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his chest continues to heave. My fingers come to his hair while I turn my face deeper into him so our cheeks touch.

“You’re the only one I want to fuck while waiting for our babies’ chicken nuggets to be done.” I can feel his lips brushing my neck as he talks. I smile against his shoulder, pressing my lips there then nipping with my teeth. When I pull back, his brown eyes are watching me. “The days are long right now.” He reminds me gently. As every day has been since Kevin and I met, I know I’m not alone in this. I’m grateful for his reminder now.

“Next week is going to be tough.” I murmur to him, thinking of his road trip to the Southwestern & Central United States. So many days without him will be heavy for all the Fialas.

“I love you.” He says simply. He knows he can’t change this. He knows it will be difficult for me. But he sees me. And he loves me fiercely for willingly signing up for every part of our life together.

“I love you more.” I tell him, running my finger over his swollen lips.

The oven shrills, Luca yells for Kevin, and we are back to the reality of parenthood.

_ _ _

It’s four in the morning that next week, four games into the five game road trip for the Wild. My hand goes against Lacey’s forehead for the umpteenth time in the last 15 minutes. I woke up to her puking in her bed. She cried for me while sitting in the mess. I had scooped her up quickly, then rinsed her off in the bath. She had been warm when I initial came in, but now she feels hotter some how, even after the children’s Tylenol I forced between her lips. Her little body shakes with forceful chills.

“Mama.” She cries, wanting me to make it better for her.

“I know, sweetie. Try to drink some more water.” I give her the sippy cup from the nightstand. I brought her into our room to distance us a bit from Luca and because I didn’t have the energy to put new sheets on her bed. I know it’s risky, especially with the icky green color of her fluids. I’ve turned on Disney+ for her but she is uninterested. Instead, her eyes seemingly glaze over as she stares at the ceiling, tugging in heavy breaths.

“Lace, drink some water.” I coo to her again. She takes the sippy cup from me and sucks in a few glugs. It instantly comes back up. Her soft wails fill the room, but no tears come from her eyes. I push my hair back from my face as I walk to the bathroom to get another towel. I clean her up again and step back, really looking at my child. Something isn’t right. I watch her a little longer but then doubt fills my mind as she laughs at a scene in the show. She wouldn’t be laughing if she was dehydrated, right? Maybe I’m just really tired. I grab a cool compress from the bathroom before settling back in next to her.

At some point, I drift into a light sleep. When I awaken again, Lacey is asleep next to me. I reach out, brushing her hair from her face and gasp at the intensity of her warmth. I begin to feel panic bubble in my chest, shoving the blankets off her body. She reacts instantly to the coolness with trembles.

“Lace.” I jiggle her a bit, wanting her eyes to open. She does so and smiles at me.

“Daddy?” She asks me, looking over at his pillow.

“He’s at work.” I remind her. She nods like she understands and then reaches for her sippy cup. She sucks down a few sips, this time keeping it down. I breathe a sigh of relief, grabbing the washcloth from the bed to cool it down again. When I return, Lacey is sitting in water.

“Did you spill?” I ask her, grabbing the cup and seeing it still full.

“Ah.” She points to her mouth.

“Here, bubba. Hold this on your head.” I tell her, reaching for my phone. I press Kevin’s name on FaceTime. We have an agreement that when he is out of town, he keeps his ringer on at night. So I’m not surprised when he answers before the second ring.

“Hi.” He says to me. Concern laces his brows together despite his obvious slumber before my call.

“Lacey is sick.” I say, biting my lip.

“What’s going on?” He asks, more alert now.

“She seems to have some kind of stomach thing. But… I’m worried she might be getting dehydrated.”

“Ugh.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “What can I do?”

“Can you look at her?” I ask, turning the camera so it’s on Lacey. She is laying back in Kevin’s pillow motionless, mindlessly starting at the TV. I watch Kevin on the screen as he squints. He reaches over to turn the lamp on, then sits up further in bed.

“Go closer.” He asks me. I oblige and am silent as he looks at her. “I mean, she looks sick, but I can’t see much more than that.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking away. “Sorry I woke you. I’m just worried. It feels.. not right.”

“If you feel you need to take her in, you should.”

“I don’t know. Every time I panic, she seems to magically get better. What if I bring her in and they think I’m a hypochondriac mom?”

“What if you don’t bring her in?” Kevin presses me. He’s sensing my anxiousness through the phone, digging in a little deeper to see if we can figure out an action plan. I shake my head, leaning back into our headboard.

“I’m going to wait.” I affirm to him. He nods in agreement with me.

“You’re there, hon. You can see better than me.” A large yawn pulls his lips apart and he hisses in a new breath.

“I should let you go.” I shake my head, looking again at the time. He must have just gotten to Chicago a few hours ago. He needs sleep if he is going to play tonight.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, sensing my mood.

I hesitate in responding. I take in the paleness of Lacey’s features as she dozes into sleep. I chomp on my bottom lip, feeling my breathing increase. My reluctancy is clearing and I’m feeling more sure of what I know. My fight or flight is clearly kicking in. Deep in my gut, I know something isn’t right.

“Kev.” I only say his name, then look at him with distress.

“Babe, I trust what you’re feeling. Take her.” Kevin encourages me. “You keep saying this isn’t right. Just go. I’ll call your mom for Luca.”

If I thought I was going to get relief from taking Lacey to the hospital, I was proven wrong instantly. The ER doctors took one look at her and rushed her into an open bed. They started poking and prodding her, checking reflexes and pupils and heart rate. Her temperature is close to 104 and her body shakes with chills as we all watch. They’re asking me question and I respond as much as I can. In one of the tests, the doctor doesn’t like what he sees. They’ve already started her IV which causes Lacey to begin dry vomiting.

“Mrs. Fiala, can you please head back to the waiting room?”

“What?” I ask, surprised that they want me to leave my young child.

“We are concerned for your daughter’s health. We need some space to give her the proper care she needs.” A nurse gently puts a hand on my elbow, easing me back. I am in stunned silence as they pull the curtain around my daughter’s bed.

“But, that’s my baby.” I cry to the nurse with me.

“It’s okay, mom. You’ve done all that you can. Let us take care of her.” She steps back into where Lacey is and I begin to panic. I grab my phone, rushing out of the room and throwing myself outside into the cool, winter night. I’m hyperventilating as I start to flip through my phone to get to my husband.

“Kevin!” I sob into FaceTime when he picks up. He snaps to attention at the desperate tears on my face. “The doctors-“ I cut myself off with a sob. “They think it’s bad. They’re running all these tests on her. Her fever is so high they started her IV before we even got into a room. She is barely responsive of their checks. They won’t even let me be with her right now.”

I’m sitting on the curb by the emergency area, snow soaking into my yoga pants, while I try to suck oxygen into my lungs. I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing. Kevin is watching me with wide eyes; he’s never seen me like this. The kids have certainly been sick before when he is out of town, but not like this. Nothing ever like this.

“I need you!” I finally yell at him.

“I’m coming. I’ll figure it out. I’ll drive if I have to.” He is moving around the hotel, throwing things into his overnight bag furiously. “I’ll let you know when I have a plan.” He assures me. “I love you. Go back and wait, baby.” I nod my head as the screen goes black. I go back to the curtain as the doctor is pulling it away.

“Mrs. Fiala, your daughter is severely dehydrated with a fever we need to contain as quickly as possible. She is taking the fluids a little better now, but she needs a higher level of care than we can provide her here. We are going to move her to the pediatric ICU. It’s precautionary but necessary. We need your approval to move her and begin treatment of her fever with a more intense reliever.”

“Yes. Please.” He nods and gives my arm a gentle pat.

“She will be in excellent hands upstairs.” I find myself nodding in agreement as he walks away, beginning the movement of my daughter.

“Mama.” I hear Lacey call for me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and go to her, soothing her worry.

“I’m here, baby. Mama’s here.” My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at Kevin’s words.

Craig’s plane is in Chicago. He’s letting me use it. I’m on my way to you. It’s a simple text, but the relief pours through my body knowing Kevin is on his way. Luckily, the team is at the end of their road trip in Chicago and it’s a quick flight back to Minneapolis. Even luckier for us is the generosity of Wild Owner Craig Leopold.

Lacey is asleep when Kevin arrives.

“Dad’s here.” Lacey’s nurse, Kim, calls to me. Kevin appears and she shuts the door after he steps in. Because of Kevin’s popularity, they are taking precautions to make sure we have the privacy we deserve. Wild fan are generally respectful, but I’m appreciative of the hospital’s dedication to keeping our stay quiet.

“Hi. How are you? How is she?” He asks, enveloping me in his arms. I immediately start to cry into his chest, overwhelmed with the day and relief that he’s here with me. When I feel like I’ve taken enough of the pressure off, I pull back. Kevin wipes at my tears before I can.

“Better. Her fever is slowly coming down. They’ve given her two bags of fluids, but expect her to have a couple more before she can be discharged.”

“Wow. She looks tiny in that bed.” Kevin murmurs, taking my hand and leading me back to my chair. I sit in it while Kevin plops onto the bed next to Lacey. He reaches for her little hand, placing two of his fingers in her grip. She doesn’t stir from her sleep and Kevin frowns deeper. “Love you baby.” He whispers to her, kissing her forehead. His other hand smoothes her hair back from her delicate cheeks. “Wow, this sucks.” Kevin clears his throat with a cough. I can tell he is feeling emotional as he looks at our sick baby.

“Not great.” I confirm, placing a hand on his thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He shakes his head.

“You are now.”

“Feel like I let you down.” His lips pull into a tight, disgruntled line. I shake my head no.

“You can’t plan for babies getting sick.” I remind him.

When we arrive back home late that night, we relieve my mom of watching Luca. She insists he was an angel, not surprising as that’s what she always says. I thank her for her help as Kevin carries Lacey to the couch. She looks so small and her eyes are lowered in utter exhaustion. I frown deeply, feeling the tears poking at my eyes. I walk with my mom to the door and give her a hug.

“Seriously, thank you.” I say again, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her.

“Of course. You did the right thing. Always trust your gut.” She reminds me. “You know your child. You know what’s normal and what isn’t. Lacey is okay because you trusted that feeling.” I nod my head in appreciation then watch as she walks to her car and drives off. I release a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to return to a natural position. My muscles are tight and cramped. I rotate my neck from side to side to gain some more flexibility.

I move into the living room, taking in the sight of our sick daughter cuddling into Kevin’s chest. She looks much better than earlier. Flush has returned to her cheeks; her skin is full of color and plumpness that it lacked this morning. I take a seat next to Kevin on the couch, resting my forehead against his bicep. He’s still in his suit jacket, not willing to leave the hospital even to change. I feel the pressure of his lips on my head.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ve got her.” I pull back, feeling the exhaustion begin to consume me. I look down at Lacey, watching intently as she draws breath evenly. Kevin senses my hesitation to leave. “Safest place in the world for her is right here with me.” He insists.

“I know, but I want to be with you.” I say to him. A soft smile tugs his lips up. He repositions Lacey into the crook of his other arm, grabbing a few couch pillows to support her weight.

“Come here, mama.” He murmurs. I place my cheek on the other side of his chest, reaching out for Lacey’s face to brush a few strands of matted hair from her skin. She twitches in her sleep so I pull back, drinking in the sight of her instead.

“When I gave her to the doctors, they were so concerned. I panicked. I’m sorry.” I shake my head at him. “You probably could have stayed in Chicago.”

“No. I couldn’t. I was already worried and then you called me again, I knew you were scared. I don’t give a shit about the game, babe. I had to come home.” I nod my head against him.

It isn’t long before my eyelids close. Kevin lets me sleep as long as possible before he awakens me.

“Sam... baby.” He calls gently. I shift off of him, looking down at Lacey who is still sleeping. She looks even better than when I drifted off. “Let’s go to bed.”

“She needs to be with us.”

“She will be.” He acknowledges as I stand. The three of us slowly make our way into the master bedroom, but not before I stop to check on Luca. He’s peaceful, unaware of the distress of the day.

Kevin has set Lacey in the middle of our bed. The sheets smell clean and I know my mom was doing laundry while she was here. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I go to our closet with Kevin and we undress in silence. I pull on my comfiest pajamas before following him back to bed. Lacey has stretched out across his side. He gathers her back into his chest and settles into our mattress with her. His lips brush her forehead sweetly. She stirs at the feeling of his stubble on her nose. Her little hand reaches up for his face, resting on his cheek before falling to his neck.

“Her fever has stayed away.” Kevin tells me. “She feels normal.” I sigh in relief as I slide closer to them. I place my lips on the back of our daughter’s head. Kevin’s eyes find mine and it feels like an entire conversation wordlessly passes between us.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him.

“Call me anytime you need me. I’ll get to you as fast as I can.”

“I know.”

Of all the things in the world I'm sure of, Kevin’s love for us is at the top.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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ladylooch · 10 months

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Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 1

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A/N: She's here! On Tumblr! The AU that brought me back to fan fic 🥰 I am going to post one chapter a day until it's all over here. I originally posted this on mibba, but Tumblr has been kind to me and I want to share these two with you! Note, I did change Alex's kids names because it felt like the right thing to do. K, enjoy!

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: swearing.

“Alex Stalock!” I screech at my older brother as he tries to grab the mini stick out of my hands. “Your son needs to learn how to lose.” I insist, reaching out my hand for him to give it back to me.

“Sam, he’s 5. Let the kid get at least one shot in.” Alex laughs, giving me a light shove.

Alex and I are playing mini sticks with his oldest child, Sawyer, in the living room of my brother’s sprawling home in the outer suburbs of St. Paul, Minnesota. I’m determined to score on him just like I was when we were kids playing in our parents unfinished basement, 10 minutes from where we are now. Alex is my youngest, older brother and currently plays for the Minnesota Wild as a goalie.

“What time is Kevin going to be here?” Felicia, Alex’s wife of almost ten years, asks after taking a sip of her red wine. They were high school sweethearts and she’s been a part of our family for as long as I can remember.

“6:30.” Alex answers as he sets himself up in the net again.

“Who is Kevin?” I wonder as I reach for the ball on Sawyer’s stick in a lame attempt to take it from him.

“New guy. Just got traded here from Nashville.” Alex says as he exaggerates a dive. Sawyer shoots and the white ball sails into the netting. He lifts his stick and cheers, pumping his fists in the air and yelling.

“Daddy, I’m Eric!” He exclaims, mimicking Eric Staal who is known for his excited, goal scoring celebrations on the team.

“You’re definitely quieter than that guy.” Alex snorts. “Kevin is your age.” Alex finishes to me, grabbing a sip of water from his glass on the coffee table.

I’m the youngest of my two siblings, but I’m actually considerably younger than both my brothers. Nick, the oldest, is 12 years older than me while Alex is 9 years older. It goes without saying, but yes, I was a complete surprise to my parents, who thought they were done after having two boys. My older brothers were smitten with me from day one, but Alex and I have always been the closest. He taught me how to skate, tie my shoes and throw a punch. Mom wasn’t too thrilled about the last one. The teenage years were a struggle, especially considering Alex liked to scare all the hockey boys away from me in high school. Overall though, we have been thick as thieves and rarely notice the age difference.

“Honey, can you help me put the salad together? Serena needs me to help her go potty.” Felicia reaches for their daughter and scoops her up into her arms. Serena is the youngest of the two kids, turning three in a few short months.

“Yep!” Alex agrees, swiftly leaving our game.

“Alright, little man. You’re toast now that dad’s gone.” I grin mischievously at Sawyer.

“Doubt it.” Sawyer replies. I laugh loudly and glance at Alex who gives me a wicked grin.

“That’s my boy. Get her.”

Sawyer and I duke it out while dinner is being prepared. He allows a couple soft goals and I let in a few just to keep the fun going. He’s winning by two goals when the doorbell chimes throughout the house.

“Got it!” Alex yells from the kitchen, jogging out to the front door. “Hey man!” I hear Alex greet our guest. “Come on in.”

I stare Sawyer down in the net, looking at the gaping hole he left to the right and instead, shooting directly into his stomach. I let out a groan as Sawyer giggles excitedly.

“Nice save bud! Time to be done though. Please go wash up for dinner.” Alex says as he walks back into the living room with Kevin Fiala in toe.

“No! I’m about to beat Auntie.” Sawyer insists.

“Lies,” I shake my head at him, giving him a joking snarl. “Nobody beats me in mini sticks.”

“Well, if you rage slash everyone when you lose, it’s in everyone’s best interest if you win.” Alex grins wildly at me. “Sawyer, that wasn’t me asking. Go.”

“That was one time.” I pout at him. I glance to his left and take in the newest member of the Minnesota Wild. What I see is as good of eye candy as you can get. Strong jaw, deep brown eyes, a smile that invites you in for one drink and the next thing you know you’re screaming his name in pleasure. Yikes. I shake my head, putting on a pleasant smile and forcing my eyes back to my brother.

“Kevin, this is my little sister, Sam. Sam, Kevin.”

“Nice to meet you.” I wave at him, grabbing the sticks and goals to move them out of the way. Kevin walks towards me, grabbing the goals out of my hand.

“I can help.” He offers.

“Oh, thanks.” I say to him, smiling. “They go in the playroom down the hall.” I tell him. We enter the playroom and I step over stuffed animals, cars, and legos to get to the back corner where the knee hockey stuff lives. As he places the goals down, I take an opportunity to look at him. Damn, this guy is gorgeous. Not even in the trying too hard kind of gorgeous; It’s all clearly natural. A combination of his bone structure, 5 o’clock shadow and brown hair flipping out slightly from his hat makes me weak in the knees. He’s wearing dark jeans and a white Adidas sweatshirt that showcases his broad shoulders. He glances at me and when our eyes meet, I can feel my body tingle in response. Our gazes hold for a breath, but it’s enough for my heart to beat faster in response.

“Alex says you live here?” He asks me when our hands are empty.

“Um, yeah. Alex is gone a lot during the season, so I help out with the kids when he is out of town. At first, it was just for long road trips, but it works to always have adults outnumbering the kids.”

“That makes sense.” He nods in response, hands going into his pockets. “So you’re the mini sticks champion in this house?” He tilts his head as he looks at me through shining, bright eyes. I laugh and give my eyes a quick roll.

“Alex likes to talk shit, but yes, I was always the champion growing up between my siblings. Being the only girl has it’s perks sometimes.” I shrug. “As for this house, I’ve been known to let Sawyer win a time or two.”

He leans his head back and genuinely laughs. I bite my lip, taking in the sight of his relaxed posture, his easy smile, and his tongue as it licks over his bottom lip. My stomach dips in response. I swallow hard, looking away from him.

Sam, you’re going into dangerous territory.

“Um, I think Felicia said dinner was almost ready.” I say, considering he is between me and the door. I know we need to move along, otherwise Alex or one of the kids will get curious.

“Sure. Well, maybe some other time you and I can play together. I’d love to challenge you for your title.”

“Oh really? Even after the rage slashing story?”

“What can I say.” He says with a shrug. He turns towards door, but pauses and looks back at me. “I like a girl with some fire in her.” He distinctly looks me up and down, pausing briefly at my lips, then grins like wild and walks out.

Uh oh.

- - -

Dinner is filled with carbs, wine, and plenty of light, Midwestern conversation. Kevin tells us that he is originally from Switzerland, but stays in Sweden during the off season. He played there before he was drafted into the NHL and fell in love with the country. He visits for multiple weeks in Switzerland before and after the season where his family still lives. He was drafted by Nashville in 2014 and had a rough journey through his NHL career so far.

“I appreciate the support I’ve gotten from the Predators over the years, but I can’t say that I’m sad to not be there anymore.” Kevin tells us after taking a drink of water. “Towards the end it became clear that I was never going to find my place in the organization.”

“I get that.” Alex tells him, “I’ve been with three different teams in my career and each one offers a different atmosphere. Some you can thrive in and others seem to hold you back.”

“Yeah, and being a European far from home adds another level of frustration when things aren’t going great.”

“I bet. I feel grateful I can play in the place where I am from and have my family at every game.” Alex nods. As he finishes, Serena lets out a large yawn. “Well, kids, it’s about that time.”

“But I’m not tired.” Sawyer tells his dad. He’s been fascinated with Kevin’s stories of his time in the NHL and abroad.

“I’ve seen a few yawns out of you too.” Felicia insisted, “Plus it’s bath night so we need to get moving.”

“If I’m holding you all up, I can head home.” Kevin says, moving to rise from his chair.

“No! Stay as long as you want.” Felicia insists, putting her hands up to stop him. “Al, why don’t you help me with the kiddos and Sam can stay with Kevin.”

“I can clean up.” I tell her. The kids are gathered up by their parents, leaving Kevin and I alone with a table full of leftovers and dishes. “You can just relax. I’ve got this.” I insist as he starts clearing plates.

“The least I can do is help clean up. The food was amazing.”

“Yeah, Felicia is an awesome cook. You’ll have to come back when she makes biscuits and gravy. Although, you should plan a nap into your day right after.” I laugh, grabbing a few glasses and walking over to the sink.

“That sounds like an off-day kind of meal.” He jokes as he hands me the plates. Our fingers brush and electricity slips up my arm and down my spine. Our eyes meet over the plates and I find myself unable to look away.

“Yeah, but it’s well worth the discomfort.” I say to him, trying to not sound as breathless as I feel.

“Some things in life are like that.” He gives me a small smirk before heading back to the table to grab more dishes. I force out a slow breath as I rinse the dishes before putting them into the empty dish washer. I don’t know what it is about him, but there is this undeniable force between us that feels like it’s pulling me to him. We work steadily in comfortable silence, him grabbing dishes and me putting them into the dishwasher. I take great care with each interaction to focus on the dishes in his hand and not let our fingers touch.

“So tell me about you.” He says as I’m putting the last few dishes away. I glance up at him, shrugging.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything you’ll give me.” He leans back against the counter, arms crossed, waiting. My skin tingles beneath his gaze and I feel my cheeks grow pink at the awareness of his eyes on me.

“Born and raised here in Minnesota. I’ve never been to Sweden or Switzerland, or even Nashville. My favorite things are hockey, my family, and pasta. Coffee is my drink of choice and ice cream is my weakness.”

“Yeah, I’m a sucker for sweet things like ice cream and pretty women.” He mentions casually. There is a suggestion in his voice and the look on his face. I smile in response, sliding my gaze back to the dishes.

“FiFi, “I say using his nickname from Nashville that he told us about earlier in the evening. “Are you flirting with me in my brother’s kitchen?” I shut the dishwasher door, very aware that was the only barrier between us.

“Well, you having to ask is a bit embarrassing.” He bites his bottom lip and folds his arms tighter across his chest. “But I hope it’s still working.” I hold his gaze and breathe out a laugh.

“Maybe. But I’m not sure this is a good idea.” I say, pressing the start button. The machine clicks to life and I turn to grab containers for the leftovers.

“Ah. I get it. Your boyfriend isn’t interested in sharing?” He moves closer to where I am standing, grabbing a container and filling it with the leftover bread. He snaps the lid shut. As his arms move in this motion, I can feel the heat from his body through my sweatshirt.

“Smooth.” I acknowledge, scooping the pasta into two separate containers. “But, no, I don’t have a boyfriend. Is your girlfriend still in Nashville?” I wonder.

“I’m not the kind of guy who flirts with women when he has a girlfriend.” He says seriously. “So, what’s holding you back? I haven’t been charming enough?” He bats his long lashes jokingly.

“My brother would not be okay with any semblance of us.” I shrug. “Al and I are really close and he pays my bills, so I’m not super interested in messing that up.”

“I get it. I’m close with my sister too.” He tells me. “It’s too bad though. I’ve never met someone I’ve wanted to know every part of before.”

I let that sit in the silence as I walk to the fridge and place the leftovers in there. When I turn, I meet his gaze. There is this look in his eyes that is difficult to place. Wonder? Desire? Need? In normal circumstances, attention like this would be something I would laugh off. Those lines he’s using? Cheesy with a side of fluff. And yet, it’s working. There is something about him that makes me want to know him too. There is this chemistry between us and even though this is my life, it’s hard to believe that we just met for the first time mere hours ago. He feels familiar and comfortable. Someone I could fall right into and never bother getting up from.

Kevin pushes himself from the counter and walks across the kitchen to me with a container of leftover salad. He pauses in front of me, looking down into my face and I feel like I can barely breathe. His brown eyes search my face and whatever he is looking for, he finds because his lips pull apart into an easy smile again.

“Kids are down.” Alex’s voice carries to us. I can’t stop my body from jumping in response. I slide two steps back from Kevin and attempt to keep my face neutral. Judging by my brother’s squinty eyes, I look just as guilty as I feel. “Kev, want to play some chel before you go?”

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind getting your ass kicked though.” Kevin says as he brushes passed me, our arms touching briefly. I blow out the breath I was holding as they disappear to the basement where Alex’s gaming consoles are. I glance to the living room where Felicia is tiding up from the day now that the kids are asleep.

“Be careful with that.” She tells me as she folds the blanket and drapes it on the back of the couch. She gives me a knowing smile and I find myself fidgeting under her gaze. “He does look like fun though.” She winks.

“Yeah, something tells me he wouldn’t be boring.” I giggle, grabbing a can of blackberry Bubly out of the fridge.

“Well, what Alex doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

I help Felicia clean up the rest of the living room before deciding to call it a night. I have to be up early tomorrow to drop Sawyer at pre-school. Serena has a doctor appointment and with Alex leaving town in the morning, she can’t be two places at once. I wander down the stairs which lead into the family room where Alex and Kevin are playing the latest NHL game on Xbox. Kevin groans as Alex scores in the top right hand corner.

“Top titty!” Alex laughs, taking a swig of beer as the game resets for the next face off. Kevin’s eyes meet mine and he give this head a shake.

“Your brother cheats.” He insists

“Cheating does run in the family.” I shrug before continuing on down the hallway, passed the bathroom and into my room. As much as I’d love to linger in the room and watch, I know Alex would be suspicious of my presence.

I choose the basement for my room as it gives us all some privacy from each other. Sometimes, it feels a little weird to be living with my brother’s family. I’ve been with them for two years now, but it didn’t start to feel weird until after I graduated from college. I attended the University of Minnesota, Go Gophers, and earned a B.S. in Business Administration with an emphasis in Leadership. After college, I struggled with knowing exactly what I wanted to do. I loved the interworking of businesses, but the corporate world just doesn’t feel like a fit to me. When Alex asked for me to come nanny for them almost a year ago, it felt like a welcome chance to delay entering the professional world. Now, seeing my peers with their entry level positions, I worry that maybe I’m behind. With everything Alex has given to me, I feel guilty leaving them to pursue just anything.

I walk to my desk and sit at my laptop. I spend a few minutes flipping through various social media sites before I pull up Netflix. As I’m plugging my headphones into my ears, I hear footsteps down the hall, entering the bathroom next to my room. I know it’s either Kevin or Alex. My heart beats harder in my chest hoping it’s the Swiss native. A minute passes before I hear the click of the door. I click open an episode of One Tree Hill to not look like I was waiting for whoever was in there.

“This your room?”Kevin pokes his head into the doorway with a soft knock.

“For now.” I say as I pull my headphones out of my ears.

“I see you like the color purple.” He notes the lavender walls and my dark purple bed spread.

“I do. Our family was big Vikings fans growing up.” I notice the confusion on his face. “Our professional football team.. American Football.”

“Ah.” He nods his head in understanding. “They any good? I went to a few Titans games in Nashville.”

“Mmmm depends on the year.” I tell him honestly. He walks a little further in and looks at the picture I have on my wall next to the door of Alex, Nick, and I at Alex’s first game for the Wild. Kevin smiles at the picture then looks at me.

“Nice room. Maybe I can see more of it sometime.”

“I’m sure you’d like that.” I tell him with a smirk.

“Bed looks comfortable.” He gives me a playful smile that hints at sinister things.

“Oh my god.” I laugh, hiding my pink face. “Don’t you have video games to play? You better get back before Alex really starts to cheat.”

“I probably should.., and yet I’m much more interested in what you’re doing in here.” He shrugs, leaning back against the wall next to the door.

“Pretty boring stuff. Just Netflix without the chill.” I motion for him to exit the door and he laughs, nodding his head.

“Hint taken. Hopefully I’ll see you around.. Sam Stalock.”

“There’s a high chance you will. My brother is your teammate.” I remind him, sticking an ear bud back in. I’m trying to play it cool like I could take him or leave him, but my insides are all squishy at his presence.

“Hey Sam?” Kevin calls to me as I’m about to turn back to my computer.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the fun night. I don’t get to hang out with many people my age when I’m in America. So, it was nice joking around with you. But, I really do hope I’ll see you soon.”

“Me too, FiFi.” I respond. His nickname comes out playfully and I watch as he licks his lips suggestively. He hovers in the doorway for another moment before lifting his hand in a brief wave. I wave back and watch the doorway long after he leaves. I hope this isn’t the last I’ll see of him.

Later that night, after Kevin leaves and I’m winding down for bed, there is a small knock at my bedroom door.

“Come in!” I yell and Alex opens the door slowly.

“Hey, just checking if you need anything before I head out of town tomorrow.” The Wild are gone in Canada for the next five days visiting the Calgary Flames and the Winnipeg Jets. This should give me a few days to cool off and forget about the team’s newest member.

“Just a couple of wins.” I answer him, smiling at my own cheekiness.

“I’ll do my best.” He laughs. “Can you take some video of Sawyer’s practice on Thursday? He wants me to show Suter, so he can get some pointers on his stride. Kid is a hoot.”

“My goodness. What happened to being a goalie?” I laugh. Alex shrugs.

“I think his mom has been the influencer behind that shift. She thinks he should be a defensemen.”

“Well, it is less stress for a hockey mom.”

“Yeah that’s probably true. Sometimes I still think mom is going to have a panic attack when I’m starting.”

“To be fair, you like to rush out to play the puck at the blue line a little too much.”

“Hey, it works.” He insists. “Alright, I’m going to go finish packing.”

“Safe travels, Al.” I tell him, turning to pull my comforter back and slide into my flannel sheets.

“Night, Sam.” Alex begins to pull the door shut but stops and pops his head back in. I look at him expectantly and watch as his face twists into a frown. His blue eyes meet mine and he pushes out a sigh. “Look, there seemed to be something between you and Kevin at dinner tonight. I’d appreciate it if you could avoid getting entangled with him. Kid has potential to be a stud and he’s a good looking dude. But things are going well in the locker room right now and we don’t need any distractions as we head down the playoff stretch.”

“Okay.” I roll my eyes at him, resisting the urge to call him a few choice words. Why do men always think women are distractions?

“Sam.” Alex’s voice has gone low and serious.

“Alex.” I say back, mimicking his voice.

“Stay away from Fiala.” He doesn’t give me an opportunity to respond before he is out the door, leaving me with the sense that this topic isn’t up for further discussion. I stare at the door, his words echoing in my head.

There seemed to be something between you and Kevin at dinner tonight.

A few hours ago, I would have told Alex no problem. But now, I’m not so sure. How do you avoid someone that you inexplicably feel drawn towards? I glance at the picture of Alex, Nick and I from last summer. It was my 21st birthday and we are all wide eyed, cheeky smiles, and a bit sunburnt from spending the day on the boat. I smile softly, remembering. Alex has been my best friend, biggest supporter, and protector since we were kids. My thoughts turn to Kevin and the connection we were both feeling tonight. To find someone that you have instant chemistry with is rare. I know this. But I also love my brother and know I should tread cautiously from here.

I turn off the lamp next to my bed and slide further down into my sheets. I pull the comforter up close to my chin and sigh. No matter what is potentially brewing between Kevin and I, mine and Alex’s relationship is more important. I owe it to him to put aside my other feelings and stand with my brother as the team pushes for the playoffs. This should be no problem. All I need to do is avoid the Swiss native all together. If I don’t see him, I won’t feel any of the connection and can easily honor Alex’s wishes.

Yeah. That is what I’ll do. Avoiding Kevin Fiala should be no problem.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the sadness that has settled into my chest. Sleep comes easy, but relief from reality doesn’t. Within a few minutes, I’m dreaming of brown eyes and a Swiss accent.

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 18

A/N: So you like smut you say?? Good cause it's in this one twice 😉 When I say I cannot help myself with Kevin, I mean it bbys. Outside of the smut tho, I do love this chapter.. so cute.. lil angsty... doing the hard work of showing up... what isn't to love?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: SMUTTTT 18+ content , COVID Talk, angst, swearing

Wild’s belief never wavered, which makes Game 7 defeat harder to swallow

Another year, another first round exit by the Minnesota Wild.

I watch the last few drops of Nespresso fall into my cup. The machine buzzes as it finishes up. I grab the cup, adding in my frothed cream. I glance down the hall at the bedroom door, finding it still shut and concealing my sleeping boyfriend.

Another season done; another off-season hovering. The off-season we were supposed to spend together. First in Sweden, then in Switzerland. COVID has ruined many things and it’s hold on our lives has not weakened in the slightest. Most of Europe is still closed to Americans even as vaccination rates have increased significantly in the U.S. Kevin and I are done with both rounds and thought that would be enough for me to join him in Europe. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to matter. At this point, both Sweden and Switzerland are still closed to me.

Kevin and I have known this for weeks. We have strategically been pushing the thought from our minds. Armed with the fierce hope of a deep playoff run, we continued to methodically plan our entire summer from our first day arrival in Sweden to our return to the U.S. from Switzerland. Unfortunately, for both us, and the Wild, neither of those things ended up happening.

Now, with the season over, Kevin is ready to head back to Sweden and begin training for this upcoming year. On his flight home from a Game 7 defeat, he made a long list of the improvements to focus on with Andreas this summer. Regardless of the fun we have planned, we both anticipate a tumultuous summer of both pushing for improvement and contract negotiations. With the two shortened seasons of Kevin’s latest contract, there is concern that he may not be able to secure the long term, big money contract we envisioned for him at the start of this season. Additionally, the Wild have at least two other players in Kirill Kaprizov and Joel Erikkson Ek to re-sign. With so many unknowns, it feels difficult to see where we will be going from here. We are both still hopeful that the going turns into staying.

I grab my coffee and pad out of the kitchen into the living room. I sit in one corner of the couch and look out across Minneapolis. It’s a warm, Spring day and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Today is locker clean out which means hours of interview and goodbyes for Kevin. Later this week, the players will have an end of the year bash hosted by the Spurgeons, so the goodbyes will mostly be to the Wild Staff members and media.

After a few sips of my coffee, Kevin enters the living room with bed head hair tossed about and his MacBook Pro. He greets me with a soft kiss and a smile. He sets the open laptop next to me on the couch and wanders to the kitchen where he makes himself a Nespresso. While the machine kicks in and begins pouring Kevin’s coffee, I casually glance at the screen of his computer. There, I see he is looking at flights to Sweden from Minneapolis leaving on Sunday, five days from now. I purse my lips in both annoyance and confusion.

“You’re looking at flights?” I ask him, taking a sip of my coffee to seem chill.

“Yeah, just seeing what options are out there in the next week or so.” He responds after a yawn. The way he says this, so casually, irks me.

“But… I can’t go yet.” I say quietly, looking into the rich brown of my coffee.

“I know.” He says slowly. I’m silent as the machine finishes his drink. He grabs it and walks over to join me on the couch. “That’s why I haven’t booked anything.” I give him a skeptical look as he sips his coffee. He holds up a cautioning hand. “I’m not trying to leave without you. I want to discuss our options.”

“Well, the options are you stay here or you go without me.” I am trying to not sound angry, but there is a definite bite to my words I can’t filter out.

“I think that is simplifying it a bit.” Kevin responds, leaning back into the couch after setting his coffee down.

“Oh? It’s more complicated than that?”

“Well, yeah.”

“How so?”

“The plan for this off-season was and remains for you to come with me. I know when we started planning everything, we thought things would be open again. In Sweden, things seem to be shifting in a positive direction. There is talk that they are opening up soon to international travelers. I was thinking I could go for now and get everything settled, then when the border opens, you can join me.” Although Kevin is a Swiss native, he has permanent residency established in Sweden, therefore he can return even though international travelers are not currently permitted.

“What if this talk turns out to not be true?” I ask him.

“Then we will figure out that next step then.” I roll my eyes towards the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. I’m trying not to get upset, but he’s talking about leaving me here in such a casual way, like it’s not a big deal. Like we haven’t done this two other times and it didn’t almost tear us apart at the seams. How could he have forgotten the emptiness of those lonely nights? The memory still haunts me every night he’s on the road.

“Maybe that mindset works for you, but it doesn’t work for me with us anymore. Every time you leave, I’m left feeling like a piece of me is missing. I go through the motions of life, but I feel stuck in place when you’re gone. Like we are living two different lives. I want to share my life with you, Kev. Not live it while you’re 3,000 miles away and 7 hours ahead of me. Honestly, the thought of you leaving and then this turning into another 2-3 months apart, isn’t something I want to do for another summer.”

“I understand that and agree.” He says cautiously. He pauses and seems to contemplate his choice of words carefully. “Since we are being honest, I think I should go now. This is the most important off-season I’ve ever had. With two shortened seasons, I’m not sure if Billy is going to give me the long term deal that I want. Early talks haven’t looked good. This off-season is going to set my career up for a good future. A future that’s going to provide for us and our plans.” I take in his resigned features. I believe that it won’t matter what I say. He’s going. So I pack up the rest of my arguments in my head, shove them deep, and surrender to more time apart.

“Okay. If that is what is most important, then you have to go.” As easy as it has been the last few times to encourage him to go, the taste of it in my mouth right now has me wanting to spit. I’ve been so considerate and supportive of him in the past. Why can’t he consider staying here with me now?

I stand, grabbing my cup and bringing it to the sink. I know I need to leave. If I stay here, I’ll do something embarrassing like get on my knees and beg him to stay here with me. Luckily, I have the perfect excuse. “I’m going to head out. Felicia wanted to run some errands this morning without the kids.” I pour out the remaining coffee and give the cup a quick rinse. When I turn, Kevin is standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking at me with an expression I can’t read.

“Do you have to leave right now?” He asks me. I give a shrug and a nod even though I don’t. I’m not fooling him either. “Sam.” Kevin says with slight annoyance in his tone. “If this isn’t okay…” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Baby, just talk to me.”

“I have, Kevin. You don’t seem interested in listening.” My voice has taken on a sharp, angry edge. At the sound of it, Kevin’s demeanor instantly turns frustrated. He rolls his eyes, setting them on me with an edge of fierceness. He is quiet, taking in the look on my face. It’s like he’s peeling back layer after layer while we stand there. It’s a vulnerability I don’t enjoy so I cross my arms over my chest to shield myself from him.

“I’ll stay here until you can come with me.” He finally says. Even though that’s what I want, deep down the instant dread begins to suffocate me. Changing his plans just for me feels like a disaster waiting to happen. What if he resents me for this later? What if missing out on this training time ends in a short term deal? Or worse, a trade and starting over? I can’t be responsible for any of that. He needs to own this decision.

“That’s fine, but it better be your decision, not something you say to make me happy but you don’t want to do. If this has any potential to be something you resent me for, you need to go. I’m not interested in being a scapegoat.” I watch as his jaw tightens further in defiance. “I can already see it on your face, Kev. You don’t want to stay here.” My nostrils flare in frustration.

“I feel like if I go, I’m going to lose you.” His eyebrows are drawn low and his eyes are squinting at me with a borderline snarl on his mouth.

“That is ridiculous. You’re not going to lose me.” I tell him, grabbing my keys and my purse from the counter. “Go to Sweden. When I can come, I’ll come.” My tone is cool and I’m purposefully being just as calm as he was earlier. I turn and start walking to the door. The tears are burning in my eyes, but I’m trying to stride confidently, like the heaviness of this isn’t crumbling my heart into pieces.

“Sam.” Kevin calls as he sighs exasperatedly. I whirl around to face him.

“I don’t know what there is left to talk about at this point, Kev. Just go book your flight. You need to be there more than you need to be here. You don’t need me. So go without me.” My voice wavers with emotion. Kevin is silent as he stares back at me, dark eyes watchful. As the seconds pass, I can feel the sadness take over my features. How many days would we be apart this time? A deep sob suddenly rocks my chest. I throw my hand over my lips tightly to keep the sound in. My tears shatter Kevin’s edginess. He is across the living room and reaching for me in seconds.

“Of course I need you. I’m staying. I’m not going to go without you.” He assures me. “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.” He rubs his hands up and down my back as I cry into his chest. He squeezes me tightly to him. I feel embarrassed at the amount of tears that are sinking into his shirt. At least I didn’t beg? I pull back from him and wipe my fingers beneath my eyes.

“I hate this.” I tell him, looking across the room at the bank of windows. I can’t bring myself to look at his face, but I know he stands with his arms crossed in silence, watching me. Two more tears leak out and I wipe at them angrily.

“It definitely sucks.” He says quietly. “But I really think things are going to be okay in a few weeks. In the meantime, I can train here. We can be together and then everything else will work it’s self out.”

“Are you sure?” I ask again quietly.

“About not leaving you? Yes.” He says as he reaches for my chin. He gently tilts it up until our eyes meet. His gaze is genuine and soft. “I’m all in on this, baby.”

“I know, me too. And that’s what makes it so hard when you go.” I tell him honestly. He nods slowly. His eyes are serious as they look at me. His other hand comes to my face, cupping my neck and stroking my cheek.

“None of my dreams come true without you.”

I close my eyes and lean into his touch. I feel his lips connect with mine again. This kiss is deeply intimate with fresh tears still soaking my lashes. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me firmer into him. His arms slide down my back and to my thighs, lifting me up. Our kiss turns passionate and ravenous. He walks us back to the couch and falls onto it, letting me take control.

“I love you.” I whisper to him as I pull back from his lips. I look down at his face, taking in his swollen lips and muted red cheeks. His brown eyes are molten black; his hair is messy from my fingers.

"Miluji tě.” My heart swoons at the Czech I love you. When he speaks to me like this, knowing I understand, it feels like a secret that only we are in on. His hands are on my hips and he slowly rocks me into his erection. I bite my lip briefly and let out a breathy moan. “You look good up there.”

“Yeah?” I wonder, my fingers going to the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Even better.” He tells me, watching me closely as his fingers go up my back, unclasping my bra. It falls between us and his lips part in a heavenly sigh. “Sweden can’t compete with you.” He says, thumbs brushing against my hard nipples. He sits up and meets my lips, flipping me onto my back in the process.

“I thought you liked me up there.” I question him, watching as he kisses down my stomach.

“I like you better under me.” He insists as his quick hands pull the rest of my clothes from my body.

His lips connect with my slick flesh and I moan out my agreement.

Later, when we are throughly satisfied, Kevin kisses the top of my head one last time before shifting from the couch. I watch with a pout as he pulls his clothes back on his gorgeous, naked body.

“Boo!” I whine to him. He laughs and comes towards me, leaning down and tugging my nipple into his mouth. “Hey.. it’s not fair to start that when you’re leaving.” Even as I say this, I hold his head to me, enjoying the intoxicating need beginning to pound in my body again.

“I’m giving you something to look forward to later.” He insists, moving to the other nipple and giving it equal attention. By the time he pulls away again, I’m writhing beneath him and breathless. “Just how I like you.” He murmurs to me, kissing my lips softly. He nuzzles my nose and then drapes a blanket over me. “I will be back after lunch. Eat without me.”

“Okay.”

My eyes follow him across the apartment where he gathers his phone, keys and hat at the door. He turns back to me, eyes watchful as he takes me in- breathless, just fucked hair and all. I slide the blanket down just enough that my nipples peak out at him, hoping they will beckon him back to me. He’s pondering something and he licks his lips in a way that makes me groan. I cover my face with my hands and then peek at him through my fingers. He slowly backs away with a grin that underlies the knowing between us both.

He exits the apartment without another word, with my heart wrapped firmly in his hands.

_ _ _

In late July, my feet dangle into the water of the infinity pool at a remote spa and hotel in the center of Sweden. We are here as a late birthday celebration for Kevin, but also for us to unwind after a few strange, tough seasons. I just finished my massage and am waiting for Kevin to appear. I’m so relaxed that I could melt into a puddle and drift away into the Swedish wilderness surrounding us. I trace circles in the water with my hot pink toes and think about how incredible this off-season has been. Kevin was right about Sweden releasing their restrictions soon. After two weeks of relaxation in Minnesota, Sweden welcomed international travelers back with open arms.

I’ve loved every minute of us living here the past two months. I can certainly see why Kevin has become so attached to the city of Gothenburg. It’s a vibrant, chill and young metro that has accepted me with open arms, including Kevin’s group of friends. These days, they truly feel like our friends. We meet up with the group every few days at the archipelago islands on the ocean, a restaurant, or at the local amusement park, Liseberg. Every day is packed with adventure, but it doesn’t feel rushed either. The overall vibe of Sweden focuses on relaxation and contentment. It’s a perfect fit for our off-season needs.

A hand comes to the top of my head to tug my pony tail in a greeting. I don’t have to look to know it’s Kevin. His touch is always assertive and sure.

“I definitely fell asleep.” He says as he sits down next to me. His legs bump into mine in the water. He has been training hard on power and strength this off season. His thighs have become as thick as tree trunks; I’ve certainly been reaping the benefits of them. Just looking at them now has my breathing becoming shallow.

“Me too.” I nod my head, looking over at him. I smile at the obvious creases in his beautiful cheeks from the pillow. “I see why they named a massage style after Sweden.”

“I wish our trainers were that nice about it.” Kevin speaks of the Wild staff members. “I swear, half the time it’s a bet to see who can inflict the most pain.”

“To be fair, that’s how you guys are able to sustain the whole year though. If they were nice about it, you’d be down with cramps and injuries a lot more.”

“Yeah I know. But once would be nice.”

“You should ask for it this year. Build it in once a week and see what happens.” I shrug, flicking my foot to toss droplets of water in the air. A few of them land on my thighs and Kevin slips into the water to submerge himself.

“Maybe I will.” He says before dipping below the surface. The pool is salt water and is warmed to borderline hot tub level, which is perfect to continue to relax the muscles after a massage like that. “Are you going to stay up there?” He ponders to me, running his hand through his wet hair to push it back from his face.

“Probably.” I shrug. Kevin contemplates that before reaching for my left leg in the water. He grabs the other one and comes to stand between my spread legs. His arms reach for my waist and I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Don’t you dare.” I hiss at him just as he grabs me and tugs me fully into the pool. “Kevin!” I snap right as I go under. I shove at his stomach underwater and push towards the surface. I suck in an annoyed breath and narrow my eyes at him.

“What is with girls not wanting to get their hair wet in the pool?” He asks me with a puzzled scrunch of his nose.

“Because we look like this!” I exclaim, shoving my hair back from my face. “A drowned rat!”

“Well, if I’m going to make you come in public, I need you in the water.” He says quietly, grabbing the backs of my thighs and floating me to tighten my legs around his waist. One hand goes under my butt to give me leverage while the other goes to the side of my swimsuit bottoms.

“You’re really going to- oh yep.” I suck in a surprised breath as his thumb brushes against my clit. “Kay.” I rest my head against his shoulder as he massages me. “This is… ah.. fuck.” I can’t finish my sentence because what he is doing feels so damn good. I raise my head and glance over to where the door just opened. It’s a staff member who is refilling the towels on the rack.

“Can I get you two anything?” She asks us innocently.

“N-no.” I force out with a tight smile. She nods and disappears back through the door, leaving us alone again.

“Keep it together.” He murmurs. His lips brush against my ear as my breathing increases. My chest is falling and rising rapidly from desire. I try to suck in a calming breath but it comes into my mouth with a little moan. Kevin is watching every expression on my face and his teeth scrape at his bottom lip as he observes my eyes close in pleasure. Goosebumps break out across my skin and tighten my nipples against Kevin’s chest. “More?” He asks me and I nod my head immediately.

He breathes out a laugh and slips a finger into me. I promptly clamp around it and Kevin’s lips find mine. I reach a hand between us and grip his wrist tightly, holding him to me as his fingers move. With how relaxed I am from my massage and his skilled movements, I’m coming quickly despite the publicness of it.

To catch the moaning of my orgasm, I reach forward and suck the skin of his shoulder into my mouth. I can’t hold back the force of it and I bite down to stop more sounds from escaping my mouth. When I open my eyes again, my vision is blurry from the intensity. Slowly, I pull back from Kevin’s shoulder and immediately cringe.

“That’s a hickey.” I wince in slight embarrassment. “Geez, what are we 16?”

“It’s hot. I can relive this for a few days.” He grins. “The guys are going to give me some serious shit though.” He laughs, speaking of his fellow training buddies, most of whom are in the NHL. The hickey is getting redder and more distinct with each second. “It’s fine.” He tells me again after watching my discomfort increase. “As long as I can cover it with a shirt, it’s all good.”

“Okay. Sorry.” I mumble to him.

“Sorry for what? Coming so hard you had to bite me? We don’t apologize for that.” He insists. “What we do is go back to bed, order room service, and spend the rest of the day loving each other.”

“That is what we came here for.” I murmur, sliding my fingers through his hair.

When we get out of the pool to head towards our stuff, Kevin winds up and slaps my ass hard then gives it a tight squeeze. I squeak out at the force and immediately start to laugh.

“That’s for marking me as yours.” He murmurs as we slide our robes back on and grab our phones. “And this too.” He says as he leans down and crashes our lips together. It’s soft, but firm, and hints at the continued sexy time he’s promised me later. “You’re the cutest drowned rat I’ve ever seen.” He grins as he pulls away.

“Thanks, babe.”

We wander up to our room and peruse the room service menu. The only thing that Kevin seems focused on is cake, so we order that to start and see where the rest of the day takes us. When the cake arrives, Kevin brings it into the room and immediately hustles back over to his side of the bed. He doesn’t even bother to hand me a fork. I hold my hand out to him expectantly and he shakes his head after the first bite.

“No way. Mine.”

“Oh my god, are you really not going to let me have any of this cake?” I ask, watching as he shoves another large bite into his mouth. I laugh at his puffed out cheeks. He goes in for another bite and my mouth drops open in shock. “Kevin! Ugh! I knew I should have ordered my own. You’re like the cookie monster, except your vice is cake.”

“I’m not sorry. It’s really good.” He mumbles. “We should order like four more of these.”

“Can I have one bite? Just one!” I reach for the plate and he pulls it away. “Why don’t you love me!” I whine, my eyebrows furrowing in sadness.

“Fine.” He sighs in agreement, handing the plate to me. He watches with deep scrutiny as I take a forkful of the cake. “That is a big bite.” He whines to me.

“You’ve eaten over half this slice. Shut up or I’ll tell Andreas you’re cheating on your diet.” I click my tongue at him before shoving the bite into my mouth. Kevin snatches the plate away from me and I almost choke on my cake from laughing. “We have found the one thing in the world you love more than me.”

“Yep.” He immediately says, stuffing another bite into his mouth.

“I’ll remember this next time you want me to suck your dick. You’ll be like Sam, please.” I adjust my voice to mimic the twinge of his European accent as I speak. “My dick is begging for you. And I’ll be like, you better call up that cake.” He snorts on a laugh.

“Whatever. You fall to your knees half the time on your own.” I cough in surprise and my mouth drops open as I stare at him.

“Wow. Greedy and cocky today.” He points at the hickey on his shoulder with his fork.

“Enough said.”

I drop my head in my hands in a brief moment of embarrassment before crawling over to his lap. He moves the plate away from my reach protectively. I straddle him, leaning forward to kiss along his collar bone to the crook in his neck. My tongue dances along the bone to the dip where his shoulder meets his chest and I nibble on him lightly, just below my previous love mark.

“Ah…” He sucks air between his teeth and brings his free hand to my ass. He squeezes it in his hand and releases a grunt from deep in his chest. He moves to put the plate on the bedside table. “Nope. I definitely love you more than this cake.” He insists. His other hand reaches for my neck as he smashes our lips together. The kiss is sexy, filled with a desire that no cake can replicate.

Sam- 1, Cake- 0

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 36

A/N: Ende. Konec. Avsluta. Fin. The End. In all of Kev's languages. My babies! Their whole story here for us to re-read forever 🥰

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: absolutely none :)

It’s a hockey filled day in the Fiala household. Luca has his first game of this season and the excitement is palpable in our little boy. The most exciting part is Kevin is in town after a week-long road trip. All of his babies missed him, but knowing Kevin gets to share in Luca’s game, is almost worth the hours of missing him. After, we will head to the Xcel Energy Center to watch Kevin and the Wild battle against the Seattle Kraken

To prepare, Luca insisted the family play some knee hockey. He is trying hard to hone his hand eye coordination. He wants to score flashy goals like his dad and he already knows what needs to be perfected for that. I am playing goalie from my butt while Luca and Kevin duke it out in the middle of the makeshift rink in our living room. The teams were decided on parents versus kids. Needless to say, the confidence in our oldest child is high. He insisted he could carry the team on his shoulders even with his younger sister’s lack of caring. She lazily swings her stick once and a while between twirls all while wearing her Rapunzle dress.

“Interference!!!” I yell as Kevin pins my arms beneath his strong hands.

“Let the kids win, baby.” Kevin laughs while he holds me down.

“No!” I whine at him, trying to wiggle out from my husband’s tight grasp. The kids giggle next to us as Luca shoots the ball into the wide open net. I go limp in defeat and narrow my eyes at my husband. “You’re the worst.” Luca dances around the living room, stick in the air and cheering loudly like his father has been known to do on the ice.

“Champion! Just like daddy!” He yells. Lacey joins him and screams too. It’s not long before the monitor is signaling an awakened baby upstairs.

“You did this. You go get her.” I insist to Kevin. He looks down at me with a wicked smile before inching forward to press our lips together. The kiss is intimate and loving. My stomach flutters in response and when he pulls away, I’m a little dazed. After all this time, he still gets to me.

“You’re right. I did all of this.” He gestures to our three kids and the house we turned into a home. “Made all your dreams come true.”

“Weird, I thought I birthed our children.” I squint at him.

“Yes, but I was there.” I let out a loud, snicker of a laugh, shaking my head at him as I stand.

“Sure. Totally the same thing.”

“We beat you mama!” Lacey sings, jumping up and down while hanging on my leg. Her fierce competitiveness, inherited from her dad, has her proud despite her lack of effort during the game.

“Look at what you’re teaching them.” I wave my arms at Kevin. “That if they cheat, they win in life.”

“Wow. I think you might hate losing more than me.” Kevin chuckles before he disappears upstairs to grab Lena.

Okay, maybe some of their competitiveness comes from me.

I run a hand over Lacey’s brown hair as she nuzzles into my thigh.

“Luca, please pick this stuff up and go get changed for your game.” I encourage him. He yelps excitedly and rushes through clean up before running up the stairs to his room. Kevin comes down a moment later with our sleepy, 9 month old. She’s all red cheeks and warm, soft skin as she clings to her father. Her tiny fist is curled into his shirt as she sucks her nook repetitively.

“Are we sure we are done with adding more of these babies? Look at how cute they turn out!” He proclaims, grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter.

“I’m done. If you want to birth the next one, you’re more than welcome.” I reach out and rub Lena’s back a few times. She has matching brown eyes like her dad, but more of me comes out in her every day. When she sees me, her plump lips pull apart into a smile that shines beyond her nook. “Ugh, she is so cute tho.”

Thump

Kevin and I both share a concerned glance when we hear the noises that follow from upstairs.

“I better go check on that.” He hands Lena to me and goes to find our oldest.

While Kevin is gone, I set Lena in her high chair with a large bib. I’m cutting the banana into pieces while keeping a watchful eye over Lacey who has moved on to play with her dolls. She’s become so independent since Lena was born. We put her into a small, preschool afterwards as well to help with her socialization. It’s refreshing to see her reach for toys to entertain herself. Gone are the days where she used to cling desperately to Kevin and I.

Kevin and Luca descend into the kitchen a few minutes later. Luca is already dressed in his hockey stuff, which explains the thud we heard. I open my mouth to question the equipment, but Kevin holds his hands up.

“I already tried. He insisted.”

“We are raising Kevin Fiala 2.0.” I joke as Kevin comes around the island, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Luca, what do you want for your snack before the game?” I ask our son. Kevin’s hands come to my hips and he rests his chin on my shoulder. He sways us gently. I drop the knife I’m using to cut the bananas up. I sigh and settle back into his chest.

“This is nice.” I murmur, reaching up to hold his head against mine.

“I want applesauce.” Luca says to me from where he has joined his sister in the living room. He’s opted to play with his dump truck rather than join in with the dolls.

“I got it.” Kevin places a kiss against my cheek before heading over to the fridge. He pulls out a few pouches and brings them to both of the kids. While he does that, I gather the banana and give it to our youngest. She wiggles excitedly and immediately mashes a piece between her pudgy fingers. Lena is definitely the pudgy baby her father was at this age. I brush her hair off of her forehead. Lena tilts her head up to me and gives me a grin. Her two front teeth have just popped out and I swoon at the joy glinting in her eyes.

“Just one more.” Kevin quietly begs to me when he returns to the kitchen. His brown eyes are wide and sweet.

“Three is enough.” I insist to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. It's a moot statement considering Kevin snipped away the possibility of another pregnancy a month after Lena was born. “We did make perfect babies though.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him.

“I love you.” He whispers against my lips. I gently wrap my arms around him and pull us closer together.

These days, it doesn’t get better than a day filled with happy babies and Kevin being home.

An hour later, we are sitting in our local sports center, clapping enthusiastically at the chaos of youth hockey below. Luca is patrolling around the ice eagerly, hustling towards the puck. I can’t help but picture him as Charlie Brown on skates. If he was a cartoon, the dirt would be kicking up all around his feet.

“Woo!” I cheer with a clap as Luca gets the puck. I cringe slightly when he’s taken down by another kid who lost his footing. They both are going so slow that they just slide around on the ice. Luca gets up and then stops, reaching down for his teammate to help him up. Luca is considerably better than the rest of the kids. We insisted this to the association, but they refused to let him move up without starting here first. Needless to say, next year will be a big jump for our boy.

The coach blows his whistle to signal the end of the period and I glance to the right. Kevin took the girls to get popcorn because Lacey insisted she was dying of hunger and couldn’t wait one more second without food. She just likes the excitement of getting a treat from the concession stand. Kevin opens the door to the arena for Lacey. She comes bouncing in with a pep in her step, pigtails flopping as she goes, pink jacket swaying in the wind around her. Lena is in Kevin’s arms and points excitedly to the ice. Kevin speaks to her and she giggles as his lips smooch her cheek. My heart swoons in my chest. Watching Kevin be a dad to our babies is so sexy.

My gaze bops around in the stands and I notice the other mom’s, even ones with their husbands, looking at mine as he walks back towards me. Kevin doesn’t even notice the stares. I bite my lip against a grin as one of them waves enthusiastically at him. He gives her a polite nod and continues on to me. I’m pretty sure he has no idea who that woman is. My laugh breaks out of my mouth as another one of the mom’s does the same thing.

“Yum.” Lacey grins at me as she hops next to me on the bench.

“You gonna make it?” I ask her. The hoodie of her sweatshirt is stuck in the collar of her jacket, so I pull it out.

“Yeah.” She sighs out happily. This girl is something else; our vivacious child for sure.

“Making friends?” I joke with Kevin as he hands me Lena when they reach me. I set her in my lap and bounce her on my knees as she watches the action below.

“I have no idea who either of those people are.” He shakes his head in confusion.

“The first one was Stacey. Her son is number 8. The second one is Janelle. Her son is number 5.” I point to the two boys out there. Kevin shrugs his shoulders with indifference. “They think you’re hot.” I point out to him with amused, pursed lips.

“Cool. I’m happily married.” He leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees. He folds his hands together and his brown eyes stare intently at our son on the ice. I keep my gaze on him, eyes dancing along his handsome features. I can’t say I blame the hockey moms. He’s the best looking thing around these parts.

“Yes, Sam?” He murmurs without taking his eyes from the ice.

“Give me a kiss.” I pucker my lips at him. He swipes his tongue across his lips and then places them against mine. I sigh into his mouth and bring my hand to rest on the side of his neck. When we separate, his brown eyes look down at my swollen lips. He leans forward again and gives me a quick peck. “Thank you.” I say as he pulls away again. He grabs my hand from his neck and laces our fingers together before resting our hands on my lap next to Lena. She reaches down and pats his with her mittened glove absentmindedly, eyes still laser focused on the players below. Lena may play hockey, but I highly doubt Lacey will. She’s interested in just about everything else except for the game below.

The game continues on into the next period. It’s more of the same- a large cluster of kids fighting for the black disc. No one ever really gets possession of the puck until Luca does. It’s on his stick and he hustles his little feet towards the net. The group is still in a cluster behind him, falling all over each other. Luca is alone and he winds up for a blistering wrister into the lower corner. The tiny goalie lays down in defeat and Luca does his dad’s one knee pump celebration.

“Oh my god.” I laugh and clap my hands together around Lena.

“Oof.” Kevin shakes his head in acknowledgement.

“This is exactly why I told you to stop running your mouth last week. He watches and mimics everything you do on the ice.” Kevin’s mouth dissolves into a cringe and he shakes his head.

“Noted.”

Luca turns to the stands and looks at us. We can see his huge grin from behind his cage and we all wave excitedly at him.

“Dad! Did you see!?” He exclaims over the glass.

“Yep! Good job, bud!” Kevin yells down to him. Luca’s smile brightens even more and then he’s off to the face off with even more determination. I give Kevin's thigh a squeeze and lean forward to press a kiss to his bicep.

The rest of the game goes by quickly and soon we are waiting for Luca outside the locker rooms. Kevin went in to help him take his stuff off, but Luca insisted he could do it all by himself. When our son comes out, he’s struggling under the weight of his hockey bag. Kevin reaches for it, but Luca pulls away defiantly.

“No. Uncle Matty told me hockey players carry their own bags.” His brown eyes set into a determined look.

“It’s a long walk to the car.” Kevin tries to take the bag again but our son is insistent. “Okay. If you need my help let me know.” Luca nods and then walks ahead of us towards the car. The entire walk, he doesn’t notice Kevin’s fingers holding the back half of his bag up.

“Luca, do you think daddy is going to score tonight too?” I ask him once we have all settled in the car and are on our way home. Lena has already fallen asleep; her little head rubs against the side of her carseat with each bump. Lacey stares out the window at the passing city, daydreaming in her own world.

“Yeah!” He shouts.

“No pressure, daddy.” I grin at my husband who’s eyes don’t leave the road. His lips pull into a dazzling grin though.

When the goal horn blasts through the Xcel Energy Center signaling Kevin’s goal against the Seattle Kraken later that night, Luca is beside himself with delight. Its Kevin’s first goal of the season on the same day his son scored his first hockey goal. The story practically writes it’s self.

“He did it!!!!!” Our son screams at me with such force I’m worried he might pop a few blood vessels in his body.

“So exciting!” I run a loving hand over his hair. He turns back to the ice and watches with absolute wonderment as Kevin heads to the bench for his glove taps. When Kevin is done going through the line, he heads to the ref and asks for the puck from the net. The ref smiles at what Kevin is telling him and hands over the puck from his goal. I know exactly what my husband is planning and I fall even more in love with him at the thought.

The clapping dies down and we all return to our seats. As I lean back into mine, I feel the nostalgia brewing within me. Our seasons are starting to become limited. What once was a guarantee has become a question at the end of each season. Does he have one more in him? What about two? His answer last year was one, but not sure about two. Actually, very few people know, but Kevin has been contemplating retirement after this season. We’ve been discussing it in depth since the end of last season and he feels the time is approaching. He’s still producing at a reasonable amount, but his body has taken a beating after almost 15 season in the NHL. He isn’t recovering like he used to. Mostly, he wants to go out on his terms, not because of an expired contract or worse, an injury.

Then there is our family to consider. Our babies are growing fast and he’s missing so much of their lives. He feels an overwhelming need to be home with us. Every goodbye for a road trip is full of tears, heartache and disappointment. Whenever the decision is made, I know our life without hockey will be strange. Maybe empty at first, but having Kevin home with us full time is something I’ll never say no to.

The Wild decisively cut down the Kraken in a 4-1 victory. By the time the game is over, the girls are tired and I have to practically drag Lacey down to the family lounge to wait for Kevin. Luca is wired from the game, but I know after he sees Kevin, he’s going to collapse into utter exhaustion from his exciting day.

“Dad!” Luca shouts when he sees him. Kevin grins and grabs him into a tight hug. The girls lift their heads to see their dad then settle back into their places- Lacey on the couch and Lena on my chest. I brush my fingers lightly over Lena’s head and watch my boys.

“I got you something.” Kevin murmurs to Luca, kneeling down to his level, He pulls the puck from his suit coat and Luca’s eyes beam in excitement. “So we can remember the night both Fialas scored.” I bite my lip as Luca wraps his little hands around the puck. He’s in awe at the special moment. He won’t forget this night. “I love you, Luca. I’m proud of you.” Kevin finishes and gives him a kiss on his head.

“Mama, look what dad got me.” He bounces back over to me, extending the puck so I can see it. Around the rim is a piece of white tape with the date and scratchy writing that spells out “Kevin and Luca Fiala: 1st goals of the season.”

“Oh, that is so sweet, Kev.” I murmur to him as he leans down to give me a smooch. “He literally almost passed out from excitement when you scored.” I whisper so only he can hear. Kevin laughs at the visual.

“Are all my babies ready to go home?” He wonders. Luca leans against Kevin’s leg and lets out a yawn. He nods his head and then looks at his puck again. “I’ll take Lace.” Kevin gather’s our oldest daughter and holds her to his chest.

We head home with our babies to the house in the suburbs that we built to fill with said babies. Bed time is easy and pain free considering all three kids are down for the count after our fun-filled day. Luca puts himself to sleep while Kevin and I tend to the younger kids. When they are settled in their places, we both enter our son’s room to find him still awake with drooping eyes.

“Goodnight, baby. We love you.” I tell him, kissing his puckered lips. “We are so proud of you. Not only did you score, but you were a good teammate today too.” I emphasize to him. We want him to know that there are more important things than goals and points.

“Love you, mama.”

“Wir lieben dich.” Kevin echos our love to our son in German. We leave the room together and keep his door slightly ajar so the light from the hall creeps into his room, just how he likes it.

“Another day of successfully keeping our kids alive.” I joke and softly high-five my husband.

“Mmm, nailed it. We should reward ourselves.” He reaches around me and gropes my boob.

“It seems like the right thing to do.” I confirm as we enter our bedroom. We both ditch our clothes from the game and re-dress ourselves with pajamas. Kevin keeps his chest bare and I appreciate the view as he walks from our closet. In our pre-kid days, we would have slept naked. We know better than to do that now.

“Ugh, I hurt more and more after every game these days. I think I’m officially old.” Kevin mutters, stretching his shoulder and doing a few circles with his left arm. “This year might need to be it.”

“I worry about you with this decision.” I tell Kevin honestly as he climbs into bed next to me. I’ve voiced this concern to him before, but it feels worth repeating again, especially after he had such an electric night on the ice. “Hockey has been your life since you were 3 years old, skating around with your dad.”

“I’m not worried about it.” Kevin shakes his head at me, pulling the comforter up his chest. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

“Seriously?” I ask him.

He pauses, contemplating his words before he opens his arms to me. I wiggle over to him and lay my head on his chest. The steady beating of his heart feels like home to me.

“I love hockey and I’ll miss it, for sure. But I know the time is approaching. I’ve been able to live a good life because of a sport I grew up playing. Competing in the NHL has been a dream come true. Winning a Stanley Cup. Representing my country. That’s all been incredible. But the only thing hockey gave to me that matters is you. The best days of my life have involve you and our babies. You four are my world. Going on the road this year has been really hard on all of us. When Lacey was sobbing on FaceTime last week because she missed me, it just about killed me.”

“I’m not complaining about having you home more. I would love that. I just want you to know without a doubt that you’re doing what’s best for you.”

“When we got married and started having babies, it was no longer about me. Still isn’t. This is what is best for our family.”

“Wow. If 18 year old Kevin could hear you now.” I murmur, dropping a kiss to his chest.

“Even he would have known better than to fuck this up.” He laughs against my hair, his lips pressing into the top of my head. I turn my face up to look into his eyes. When our gazes connect, I immediately get emotional.

“It’s going to be hard to say goodbye to this part of our life.”

“It will be. But we don’t have to yet.” He reminds me, rubbing a strong hand over the top of my back.

Movement at the door draws our eyes away from each other. The door creeks open before Lacey’s face peeks in. Her eyes immediately go to her dad. She visibly relaxes when she sees him.

“Daddy, ich habe Angst.” She’s scared. Her teeth chatter as she runs quickly across the floor and leaps into him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks against her hair, holding her to his bare chest comfortingly.

“I heard a noise in my room.”

“What did it sounds like?” She makes a squeaking and creaking sound with widened green eyes. Kevin’s eyebrows go up in surprise and he gives me a faux concerned look. “I better go check that out. Will you come with me?” He asks her hopefully. Our girl bravely nods her head and they walk out of the room hand in hand.

When Kevin returns to our room ten minutes later, he is alone.

“Did you save the day?” I smile, reaching out for him to hold me again.

“Yeah. This one was easy.” He says after kissing my lips. “It was her bed moving against the wall when she was turning over. I showed her the noise and she’s content again with her stuffies.” There has to be about 20 stuffed animals on Lacey’s bed at all times, otherwise she can’t sleep. The adult in me cringes at the thought of their beady eyes starting at me in the night. But it’s brought comfort to her and I know better than to mess with Lacey’s routine.

“I’m sure something else will come up tomorrow night.” We both share a knowing look. Lacey will look for any excuse to join us in bed just so she can snuggle up tightly to Kevin. She’s a daddy’s girl through and through.

“I’ll save the day then too.” Kevin murmurs to me. His hands move down my side to my back and then grip my ass. When our lips connect, the baby monitor signals Lena is awake. “No.” Kevin whines. “She’s fine.” He insists and keeps his lips on mine. We make out for several more seconds while Lena cries before I pull away. “Babe. Leave her.”

“Kev, she’s just going to get louder. Then our bed will be full of children and not adults having sex.” I mutter, throwing the covers off and padding around the bed to grab our youngest.

When I enter Lena’s room, she’s sitting up with crocodile tears rolling down her face. I pull her up into my arms and walk over to the plush rocking chair in her room. I grab a fresh nook from the basket on her dresser as her other one has seemingly disappeared form her crib. She sucks on it gently and reaches for my necklace that has all three of our children’s birthstones on it. She fingers the jewels as her beautiful, big eyes begin to flutter shut again. I rock her steadily while patting her butt to encourage her back to sleep. In a few more moments, soft puffs come out of her lips. I hold her for another five minutes, eating up every second of her sleepy snuggles. I won’t have this for very much longer.

Then, my mind wanders to my husband in our bed. His warm body, his defined muscles, his skilled fingers. His mouth. I bite my lip and begin to pull my necklace from Lena’s tight grip. When her hand drops to her chest I stand and place her back into her crib. I rub her back through the transition. When her nook falls slightly away from her lips, I slowly tip toe out of the room. I hustle down the hall to our bedroom. My face contorts in a scowl when I see Kevin. His arm is resting on his head, his eyes are closed and his chest is steadily rising and falling. He fell asleep.

I sigh and lean against the doorframe of our room watching him. His face has certainly aged since we were 22, but in all the best ways. I think back on the first day I saw him. His features were so striking and I couldn’t look away. Then, I couldn’t stay away even when Alex asked me to. Thank God I didn’t listen to my brother.

From the very beginning with Kevin, I knew this was different. I’m thankful that I fought for this in those early days. Even when it was new and unsure- through COVID, and contract negotiations. Those days gave us a Swiss wedding, Stanley Cup celebrations, and the births of our three babies. Through it all, we were always meant to be. Always meant for this beautiful life.

“You going to keep standing in the door way or are you going to come back to bed so we can fuck?” His voice, full of desire, pulls me from my thoughts. He speaks to me without opening his eyes. Slowly, I make my way over to the bed, straddling his lap. His erection builds beneath me as my core pulses for him. I trail my fingers along his bare chest and tease him with soft touches until his gorgeous eyes open to look at me. What I see there is the same all consuming look he gave to me the first time he kissed me on Alex’s front porch.

I lean down and place my lips on Kevin’s. His hand comes to my neck and his fingers grip my face zealously to his.

“I’m so glad we fell in love.” I whisper against his lips.

“Me too. I’m going to love you forever, Samantha Fiala.”

It’s almost unbelievable to me now. How everything about our life has changed since we first met and yet, nothing really has.

Because it’s still Kevin and me choosing each other through it all.

And if that’s what we keep doing, forever will be a breeze.

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 35

A/N: One more.. and then we are all here together on Tumblr 😘 Love the name of their last baby.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content!, Pregnancy, birth.

I chew on my lower lip as I stand in front of our full length mirror in the master bathroom. I’m wearing a black dress that comes to just above my knee. It’s a black, loose, flowy material to accommodate my almost 7 month pregnant belly. The sleeves are lace and cover my arms fully, which is good for December in Minnesota. It’s New Year's Eve and the team is having a get together to celebrate the incoming year. It will be mine and Kevin’s first night out without the older babies since the season began. I’m looking forward to quality time with my husband, but I wish I didn’t feel so blah today.

From the moment I woke up, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. Which sucks. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. But I woke up in full blown pregnancy mode including all the aches, swelling, and fatness my body could muster. I couldn’t even get out of bed this morning without a gentle push from Kevin on my butt. Now, I’m trying to squeeze my fat whale of a body into this black, stretchy dress.

In my previous pregnancies, Kevin would always tell me that I’m glowing. Not once this one has he told me that. I can’t say that I blame him. I’m not this time around. In fact, I think I actually hate being pregnant now, which is crazy considering how deliberate we were with this decision. Maybe that’s the problem. I jumped in with only bliss, completely forgetting about how shitty pregnancy can be.

“Babe, your parents are here for the kids.” Kevin calls to me as he walks into our bedroom. I frown at my reflection one last time and then step out of the bathroom. “Ooo, you look stunning.” He immediately tells me with this handsome grin that makes me swoon a bit to the right. Despite that, I narrow my eyes at him and waddle to our closet to grab my shoes. “What?” He asks as he follows.

“I look fat as fuck.” I snap, grabbing my black Louboutin pumps. I look down at my feet and sigh, throwing them back into their place. My feet are way too damn swollen for those tonight. I look at my Uggs, seriously considering putting them on. Kevin watches me cautiously from the doorway.

“Tell me what to say.” He speaks softly. As a veteran husband, he is careful with his approach. He knows if he tells me I’m skinny, I’ll get mad at his lie. Or if he points out the obviousness of pregnancy, I’ll get mad at him for treating me like an idiot. Nothing could save him if he agreed with me.

“Nothing.” I snip. I find another pair of Louboutin’s that I can fit my feet into. They are booties and will accommodate any extra swelling I have from standing on my feet tonight. I stuff my feet in, thankful they do not have zippers, and walk towards the door my husband still leans against.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you?” He tries with a tentative laugh, blocking my exit from the closet. I stare into his eyes with an irritated expression. His eyebrows pull together in sympathy. Timidly, he reaches out for the bump between us. “You’re almost there, babe.” He encourages me. I close my eyes as he rubs his hands into my tired skin. It feels good when he touches me so sweetly. He gently holds the weight of the baby in his hands by lifting slightly. “Last one.” He repeats to me what we have been saying since we conceived this one.

Yes, one. We do not know the gender of the baby. Maybe it’s weird that we chose not to find out on the last one, but with this being it, we wanted to add some excitement to the completion of our family. Regardless, it will be a tie breaker. I sigh and reach for his body, burrowing into him. His hand smooths my back over my dress.

Kevin pulls me back from his chest, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes travel over every feature of my face. I can tell he likes what I did with my make up. It’s smoky and sexy with burgundy lips that tempt him to taste me. Slowly, maintaining eye contact as long as possible, his lips meet mine. At first, the kiss is sweet, then his hand travels down to my ass and he changes everything with a tight squeeze. I feel warmth pool between my legs as his tongue glides into my mouth. Our tongues tangle together. His hand, still gripping my ass, pulls me tighter to him. His erection dancing along my stomach. His other hand grabs mine and puts it against his buldge. I immediately give his dick a squeeze so he grinds his hips further into me.

“Seven months pregnant and nothing has changed about how hard I get when you touch me.” He mumbles to me. When my lashes flutter open, I lose my breath at the sight of him looking at me. All the insecurities from earlier are wilting away but now, I want to stay home with him rather than leave. Unfortunately, my parents are already here.

“That worked.”

“Good. Now go greet your parents while I fix this.” He kisses me again and then moves aside so I can head downstairs.

“You look beautiful!” My dad exclaims when I walk into the kitchen where the kids are finishing dinner.

“Thanks, dad.” I smile at him. Even married and pregnant with my third kid, he’s still my number one fan. “Did Kev give you the bags?” I ask him. I run my hand through Lacey’s pony tail as she chews on her apple. The fine brown hairs feel like silk against my skin.

“Yep, already in the car.” My dad confirms to me. “Just waiting on Lace to finish eating.”

“You might be here awhile.” I tease. I drop a kiss to her head and go to her brother.

“Remember, what we are doing tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Hockey!” Luca yells. His tone is eager causing the adults in the room share a laugh.

“Yes, we are going to Sawyer’s game. Grandma and Grandpa are bringing you. Mommy and daddy will see you there, okay?” He nods in understanding.

Kevin enters the kitchen a moment later and we share a look. It’s loaded with sexual tension. The grin that stretches across his face makes me want to fall to my knees. I bite my lip in response and return my gaze to our oldest.

“Arbeitest du noch an diesem Apfel?” He speaks to Lacey in German. She nods her head. It’s surreal sometimes to realize my kids know two languages I don’t. But our goal is well on the way to being accomplished for both to be fluent in Kevin’s home languages- Czech and German. This off season, with three kids in tow, we are heading back to Switzerland for the summer months. It’s sure to be an adventure.

“Lacey, how about we pack that up for a snack later?” My mom says. “Your parents are going to be late for their party.” My mom sucks in her cheeks and throws me a knowing wink. Kevin and I can’t help but snicker.

“You two go now and we will lock up when we are done.” My dad insists, shooing us to the door.

“Okay.” I lean down and give Luca a smooch. “I love you. Sleep good.” I run my hand through his hair before moving back across the kitchen to Lacey. I pass Kevin going to kiss Luca. The brush of his arm ignites a fire that dashes through to my feet. I trade kisses with our daughter and then stand to my full height.

“Thank you for taking them.” I say to my parents. The baby moves around as Lacey reaches out for my bump. I grab her small hand and place it against the fluttering kicks I can feel. She looks at me with wide orbs as I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“Bye baby.” She says with one final pat. I wrinkle my nose cutely at her and give her another kiss.

“You are a sweet girl. I love you.”

“Miluji tě.” Kevin kisses Lacey with a Czech I love you. She smiles at him adoringly.

Yeah, I get it, honey. He does that to me too.

After grabbing our jackets, Kevin and I slide into my Range Rover and head off towards Joel and Kristina Eriksson Ek’s house. The ride there is comfortably quiet as Kevin and I hold hands. When we pull up to their home, several members of the team are already there. A few more couples stream in as Kevin parks the car a few driveways down from their house. We walk hand in hand down the street. Luckily for me, it has not snowed in days and the street is clear from any slush or ice.

“Sam!” Kristina yells when she sees me a few moments later in her kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you! I made this mocktail just for the preggos and I’m dying for you to try it.” She is obviously tipsy as she grabs my hand and drags me from Kevin. “Here!” She thrusts it into my hand. With my pregnancy senses heightened, I can smell the booze in the cup immediately.

“Ah..” I turn around and look at Kevin, giving him a grimace. He laughs and comes to my rescue.

“I think this one is mine.” He winks at me before taking a sip. “Holy Fuuuuck.” Kevin sputters with a cough. He wipes at his wet lip as it curls up in a grimace.

“Oh, shit. That was not the mocktail.” She cringes in confusion. “Where did it go…” She scratches her head and turns around, looking at the rest of the beverages on the counter. She had two stations set up, one with pre-made alcoholic drinks and the other with virgin options. It’s obvious that as people have been grabbing them, the cups have gotten mixed together.

“Maybe you can just tell me what to do and I can make my own?” I say to her with a reassuring smile. She agrees to that and rushes to the fridge to grab the ingredients. I mix together the drink full of orange, pineapple, cranberry juices and top it with a brief splash of Sprite. "Very good.” I nod to her. She squeals in excitement and then is off to her next conversation. I release a sigh and look at my husband.

“Changed your world, huh?” He motions to the drink.

“Oh yeah.” I let out a breezy laugh. “Baby likes it.” I tell him as I feel the kicks against my skin. I place a hand on the feeling of the feet. With all the noise and excitement, I know the baby will be awake most of the time we are here. Kevin reaches for my hand. We switch so he can touch the baby and we both sigh contently.

“Fuck, that’s cute.” Ryan Hartman says as he walks into the kitchen with Lauren, who is also pregnant.

“Don’t drink anything from those cups.” I warn her. “I can make you a fresh one.”

“Oh, yes please. I have insane FOMO over Kristina’s level of smashed.”

“The FOMO is real.” I agree with her. “When I was pregnant with Lacey, I was feeling left out, so I got Kevin super smashed on New Year's Eve to make up for my lack of participation. I kept encouraging him to do shots with Al. Joke was on me though because Kevin threw up in the car on the way home.”

“Did you puke!?” She gasps, understanding how touchy the digestive system and senses are when pregnant.

“No, but it was touch and go for a few minutes.” I admit with wide eyes.

“I should do that to Ryan.” A mischievous glint to her eye. “You should do that with Kev too!” She whispers and giggles to me.

“Not tonight.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively at her. “The babies are with my parents and I need him on his A game.”

“Get it.” She nods to me as I hand her the red solo cup with the juice. “Oh… this is good.” She compliments me. “Ope, baby likes it too.” She laughs.

“I know.” I laugh, covering my belly. “This one bounced around too after the first sip.”

“So… we cheated.. We called the doctor and asked what we are having.” She admits. “We couldn’t wait anymore.” This will be Lauren and Ryan’s first baby. It’s been a tough journey for them to have kids. Turns out, the Stanley Cup win wasn’t just lucky for Kevin and I. It’s exciting to be able to share some of these moments together while pregnant.

“And…” I trail off.

“Boy!”

“Yay!” I clap to her, rushing around to give her a hug. “It really doesn’t matter, but it’s so exciting to know.”

“It really is. I finally feel like I can picture the baby now. And he’s perfect.” Her eyes melt dreamily. I can tell she’s imagining him now. “No matter what you are, you two are going to be friends.” She speaks to our bellies. The baby flutters against my ribs, catching me a bit by surprise.

“Is he moving? My baby is.” I laugh as she nods. “Already besties!”

Lauren and I continue to chat in the kitchen. Our husbands wander off at some point. Kevin joins the Europeans on the team and beings conversing with Brods and Ekker in Swedish. I can hear his infectious laugh from where I am in the kitchen. My eyes raise to him. I watch as his lips connect with his bottle of water, before he almost spits it out while laughing at something Brods says. In mid sentence, he looks up and our eyes meet. I tilt my head at him. His response is a wink.

“Damn, I love him.” I murmur to Lauren when I pull my eyes from him. “I’d let him put ten babies in me if he asked.” I joke. “I don’t know how, but it just keeps getting better. Even now when this pregnancy has been so uncomfortable, he’s so steady and sweet and just Kevin.” I shake my head. “I hit the jackpot of husbands.”

“You did. The other girls and I always talk about how he looks at you. It’s obnoxious and perfect. Everyone around you two knows how obsessed he is with you. Like of all the guys on the team, Kevin would never stray.” She shakes her head.

“Ryan wouldn’t either.” I assure her.

“We’ve been together so long. I know too much.” She winks at me. “No, he’s a good man. I can’t wait to see him as a dad.” Kevin comes wandering up a few moments later.

“You okay, mama?” He asks me, placing a kiss against my head. “You’ve been standing awhile. Give those sexy legs a break.”

“Oh wow.” I giggle at his forwardness in front of Lauren. We turn into each other and I place my hands against his hips.

“Ready when you are.” He says. His grip on me tightens and all I want is to fall into bed with him.

After a handful of goodbyes, Mom and Dad are rushing out of the house to the car.

When we get home, we walk up the stairs, me in front and Kevin following closely behind me. I am trying hard not to waddle, but the weight of the baby makes it nearly impossible. I can’t imagine my husband really thinks that’s sexy. I frown as we enter our room, trying not to psych myself out before we even start.

“Oh no… you’re quiet.” Kevin notes as I sit on the bed and hold my foot out to him. There is no way at this point in my third pregnancy that I can take my own shoes off.

“I don’t feel sexy at all.” I insist as he pulls the first shoe off. I look at the door so I can’t see my swollen ankles.

“Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I almost stopped you on the first stair so we could fuck there.” He laughs easily. “But if you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay.”

“No!” I yell quickly. “Just… give me a minute.” More than anything, I want this. After having no sex drive for months, I need to feel that release tonight. Mostly though, I want to have Kevin in the most intimate way possible. Kevin nods and pulls my other boot off. He heads to the closet and tosses them both in there.

Slowly, I lay back on the bed and close my eyes. I pull in soothing breaths and try to ignore the feeling of bloating, swelling, and overall bleh that consumes me. I hear Kevin’s footsteps enter the room again. His hands come to my thighs and he gently sweeps my dress up until it pools around my hips.. My eyes snap open in surprise as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He’s on the floor, on his knees, and has a sexy smile as he looks into my eyes.

“This okay?” He asks me as he kisses the inside of my knee.

“Yes.” The word is eager.

His lips trail up my inner thigh until he reaches the edge of my underwear. I’m quivering before his tongue is even on me. Just the feeling of his breath has my inner muscles clenching, begging for him. His fingers move my underwear to the side and when he finally puts his mouth on me, I forget about everything. I forget about the baby. I forget about the million and one changes happening inside of me. Instead, my hormones take over and I release a moan that has my husband smiling against me.

“Kevin Fiala.” I sigh, melting into the bed. His tongue circles my entire clit before he moves his lips completely over it and sucks the slick flesh into his mouth. A wail of pleasure comes from my lungs as I weave my hand into his hair.

“Babe, oh my god.” I cry out to him, stretching my knees further apart. Kevin sucks harder then rolls his tongue against me. He does this consistently, playing with my sensitive bud until I’m crashing into suffocating waves of orgasm. My hand tightens into a fist, taking his hair into my fingers tightly. Kevin digs his tongue in deeper at the pressure on his scalp. “Ah!” I convulse at the intensity of it. Kevin pulls away with a satisfied grin on his face. I whimper and reach my arms up for his help to get me up. His hands touch mine and I fly into his body.

“Thank you. That was what I needed.” I say, kissing his lips. His hands are possessive as he grips me firmly to his body while our tongues connect.

“Anything for you.” He mumbles. He twirls us so he can sit on the bed. He pulls me down to straddle him.

“I’ve been wanting you inside me all night.” I whisper, moving my hips slightly against his. His response is instant and he groans. His hands slide up my sides and find my nipples. He brushes them over my dress and hot desire throbs between my legs again. I let out a moan and hold his wrists so he doesn’t move his hands away. He chuckles at the strong grip and clear yearning in my body.

“I think this might get you there. Coming twice before I’m even in you? Sexy.” His hands go to my thighs and he pulls my dress up, over my head in one swoop.

“I want you so bad.” I breathe out, arching my naked breasts into his hands more.

“Yeah and I fucking love it.” He growls, his lips finding the plump skin of my breasts. I bite my lip in anticipation as his tongues circles my nipple before his lips enclose over it.

“Kev, fuck me. Please.” I beg as his mouth works me over. I’m so hot and close that he could stay there for another minute and I’d be gone. But I want more than that. I want him inside of me. I want to feel the love and yearning as his body thrusts into mine. I want to feel his shudder as he reaches his climax.

“M’kay.” He responds, flipping me in one fluid motion so I’m on my back. He reaches behind me to grab pillows, then we work together to prop my hips into a higher position. He tugs my underwear down slowly pulling them off each leg. He grabs one of my ankles and kisses it lightly. I shake my head at him.

“Faster.”

“Settle.” He insists, as his fingers slide down my leg, circling my entrance slowly. “It’s been awhile. I want to do this right.” I hiss out a breath and push into his fingers, trying to speed up his motion. “Baby.” He laughs at my neediness. He pauses, looking into my face and seeing the desperation there. “Okay. You win, like always. Fast, then slow.”

I giggle as he shoves his pants down before pushing his thick erection into me. After a few fast, deep pumps, I’m gone, shivering in delight as wave after wave crashes over me. My arms stretch out above my head as my back arches off the pillows. I open my eyes and look up dreamily at my grinning husband. He’s really enjoying this night.

“Just how I like you.” He gives his head a teasing tilt. “Now can we do what I want?”

“Sure.” I shrug then shoot him a challenging look. “Just keep making it this good.”

Kevin smirks in response and drives deeper into me.

Backing down from a challenge? Kevin Fiala would never. _ _ _

“Last time.” Kevin whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Last time.” I repeat to him confidently as the nurse puts the oxygen tube into my nose. The hair net is ready to go, the sheet is up, and I’m high as hell on all the drugs imaginable. Kevin reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly as we begin the final walk down this road. As much as I want this to be it and I want to meet our baby, I’m also feeling devastated at this being our last time. Parenthood… it’s indescribable some days.

“Leo or Lena?” I ask Kevin to guess one final time as I feel the pressure increase in my abdomen.

“Leo.” He says quickly. I nod that I agree.

And then we wait.

“Dad, what is it?” The doctor finally asks, holding our baby up over the sheet for Kevin to see.

“Oh… we are wrong, babe.” Kevin exhales to me with tears in his eyes. “Hi Lena.” When he says her name, she lets out her first sob.

“Lena!” I am giddy with delight. “I for sure thought boy!”

“I’m seriously outnumbered now.” Kevin cringes, but the smile on his face gives it away. Being a girl dad is pretty great.

Soon, Lena Lee Fiala is in her daddy’s arms and he’s bringing her down to me so we can see her face.

“She looks like you. At least there is that.” I smile to him. I run a finger along her petite nose, smiling at her distinct Czech features, including her dark hair.

“For now. Just wait, she’s going to turn into another mini you and I’m toast. I can’t say no to that beautiful smile.”

“Lena.” I murmur to her, reaching down to brush her warm cheek. She flinches at it, but settles back into her swaddle as I rub gently. “Welcome to the world… our missing piece.” I look at Kevin when I say the last sentence.

He smiles and leans forward to connect our lips.

When we are home from the hospital three days later, the five of us are in the living room, staring at our newest and last addition. Luca is practicing how to say I love you to Lena in Swedish. Three languages isn’t enough for him. He insists on being the carbon copy of his dad.

“Jag älskar dig.” Kevin corrects his pronunciation gently.

In an instant, I’m transported back to Sweden and Kevin is telling me he loves me for the first time. The newness of it. The electricity of the smiles between us. The sureness in his voice. I fall back to now, looking at everything that love has created. It’s overwhelming so I suck in a steadying breath at the fresh tears. Kevin’s eyes find mine and he seems to know, like he always does. He takes his hand off Lacey’s back and reaches for me. I weave our fingers together and his thumb glides over my wedding rings.

What a life we have created on this foundation of love.

#letters in your last name au #sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 11

A/N: So the next several chapters center in the COVID universe. A fun dynamic of Kevin has to leave and Sam has to stay. Our lil babes are gonna go through it a lil bit now 🥺

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: COVID talk, swearing, angsty

NHL suspends season indefinitely as coronavirus outbreak continues.

The air in the apartment is almost giddy despite the unknown of what is to come of the 2019-2020 NHL season. With the Coronavirus beginning to grip the world more fiercely, all large events in the United States have come to a screaming halt, seemingly overnight. As disappointing as it is for obvious reasons, it is even more so for the Wild specifically as they were really beginning to turn their season around. The last game against the Ducks in Anaheim was a dynamic game for Kevin with two power play goals to lead the team to their latest, and maybe last, win of the season. For now, players, and their families, have no choice but to wait in limbo to see what the next steps will be.

Now with all that, why are we giddy? Because since October, we haven’t spent more than 7 consecutive days together. Therefore, the idea of getting extra, almost borrowed time, has us both on a comfortable high. Kevin and I are having a lazy day, a rarity during the late season that we are taking advantage of now. We already ate a delicious dinner of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Now we are catching up on a few Netflix releases we have missed in the last few weeks. To All The Boys Part 2 is playing on our living room TV. My hand loosely fingers the strands of Kevin’s hair. I can tell he is drifting in and out of sleep on my lap.

The shrill sound of his phone ringing jolts both Kevin and I from our relaxed positions. He reaches for it on the coffee table, flipping the screen. We both see the picture of him and his mother. He clears his throat and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“Ahoj?” Kevin answers in Czech. I can hear the rushed sound of talking over the other end and furrow my brows inquisitively. Kevin stands and walks out of the room to our bedroom, listening intently. When he returns a few minutes later, he is off the phone and has a worried expression. “The U.S. is banning air traffic to and from Europe on Friday.”

“What? No way… that can’t be true.” I say, becoming alert. How has this already escalated to a point where we would essentially shut down commerce and travel between continents? Fear grips my throat at the look on Kevin’s face.

“My mother just told me.” He motions to his phone. He reaches for the remote for the TV and flips to one of the national news programs. There, the President is confirming what Kevin’s mom told him just now. A travel ban will begin on Friday. All non-US citizens are restricted from entering the United States if they are coming from 26 different European countries- including Switzerland and Sweden. For now it seems, Kevin would be able to return to Europe from the United States. How long that will last is unknown at this time.

Kevin and I grow dead silent as we watch the press conference play out on NBC.

“Does this mean you need to go?” I wonder what we are both thinking out loud.

“I… Don’t know…” He trails off. I faintly hear a sound and I know it’s the fictitious noise of our bubble of bliss giving way to the cold, dreadful reality of a global pandemic.

“Kev, I’m getting nervous.” I admit to him. He reaches for me and pulls me across the couch, into his chest.

“Me too.” He whispers against my head. “I’ll call around tomorrow and figure out what I should do.” He assures me. I know his words are meant to soothe me, but they don’t. Instead, the lump of fear in my chest expands until I feel like I’m suffocating.

The next day, I sit quietly at the island in the kitchen as Kevin makes his calls. The kitchen is filled with smells of soup simmering in the crock pot and my latest bath and body works candle burns in the center of the counter. It feels like any other, winter day, but it isn’t. His first call is to Andy Heydt, Director of Hockey Operations for the Wild. Andy is still unsure of the exact direction the NHL is advising for players, but he promises to follow up with Kevin once he hears more. The next call is to his agent, who echos the same thing to Kevin- they still don’t know what to advise players to do at this time. The next few calls are to his parents, a few friends in Sweden including his trainer, Andreas. Life seems to be going on normally in Sweden despite the news from across the pond.

“This seems to be a lot of hurry up and wait.” Kevin shrugs as he tosses his phone down and sits next to me. He reaches for a piece of granola from the bowl in front of me and crunches on it. “I can’t really do anything until the NHL decides what we can do.”

“Well, they have already suspended the season, so it’s highly likely they would support players returning home.”

“Yeah, it’s just tough because we don’t know how long that will be. A few weeks, a month? No one knows at this point and if they let us leave, we likely won’t be able to return until the travel ban is lifted.”

“What a mess.” I murmur, grabbing a cluster of granola. I bring it to my lips, but can’t stand the idea of eating anything else while my stomach summersaults inside of me. I drop it back into my bowl and push the rest to Kevin. “If you can go, do you think you will?”

“I’m not sure. Honestly, I might have to with my VISA. If the league isn’t running, that means I’m not authorized to be here longer than 90 days. This shutdown could be longer than that.” Kevin explains to me, letting out a frustrated sigh. “At least we can spend some time together.” I nod in agreement. Yet, I can’t help but reflect on how long we will have.

Kevin and I pass the time snuggling on the couch under a large blanket, watching HGTV. I’m a sucker for Love it or List it even though the entire show seems staged and fake. At least it is a distraction from the heaviness of what is happening in the world right now. Kevin has fallen into a brief cat nap when his phone begins to buzz again. He puts it on speaker as Andy’s voice rings out.

“Hi guys. I just got word from the NHL & NHLPA that they are making moves to allow for players to return home. An announcement will likely be coming in the next few hours. Because of VISA expirations, the NHLPA is recommending all Non-U.S. Citizens return home. Kevin, at this time you are required to return to Sweden and self-quarantine for now. Start looking for tickets for the first flight you can find. They’re going fast. If you need help, let me know and we can get our office on it as well. The NHL & NHLPA will be meeting again in the next few weeks to decide on additional next steps for resuming the season. There is optimist talk for that to begin at the end of this month, but the likelihood of that is looking slimmer by the hour.”

“Okay.” Kevin confirms. I don’t look at him while he wraps up the conversation.

“Be safe, Kevin.” Andy ends the call with a click, off to call the other international players on the Wild.

“I guess I’m going.” Kevin whispers, pulling me into his lap. He buries his face into my body and I hold him close. I don’t want him to go. I am so afraid that he can’t stay with me. The idea of no set date of a return for the league, and therefore Kevin, makes my stomach twist into an uncomfortable knot. The way this seems to be coming together- the talk of visa expirations and leaving despite a travel ban- the league is preparing for an extended break. Kevin lifts his face and looks into my eyes. A pained expression flashes across when he takes in my tears. Now that they have started, I can’t stop them.

“I know.” He tells me, pulling me forward and resting his cheek against mine. “I’m sorry.” I nod and a hiccup sob escapes my lips. “It will be okay.” He assures me. We both know he can’t guarantee that, but it eases a bit of the pressure in my body to know he believes it.

The rest of the day is awful. Kevin begins to make his arrangements to leave and soon we can’t hide from the truth. He leaves tomorrow for Sweden on a one-way ticket. Kevin releases a heavy sign when his purchase is confirmed and flips his phone to the other side of the couch. He looks at me, but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. I know I should at least be pretending to be supportive in this, but it’s difficult. There is so much unknown in this world. It’s scary, yet I felt like if we were together, we could make it through. Now he is leaving and the loneliness is hovering. I can feel it descending on me like a despondent shadow trying to steal my joy.

The crockpot beeps in the kitchen signaling the Chicken Wild Rice soup is done. We both glance in that direction before our eyes meet in a loaded look. I feel tears stinging my eyes and I have to look away. I don’t want to cry again. I want to be strong for now and then completely fall apart after he leaves tomorrow.

Kevin stands and slowly walks over to the windows, looking out at the Minnesota skyline. The sun has set and the city lights twinkle in the cold winter night. I know we are both thinking similar things. This morning when the sun rose, everything was okay. Different, but okay. Now, when the sun rises tomorrow, Kevin will leave for an undetermined amount of time. I swallow the lump in my throat and slowly rise to finish the soup. I stir in the heavy cream and spoon us both up a small bowl, handing Kevin his at the window. He turns to me, grabbing it from my hands and pulling me into his arms.

“Sam, I don’t want to go. I need you to know that…” He trails off, whispering into my hair. All I can do is nod my head in acknowledgement.

“This is going to be really hard.” I whisper to him. I’m afraid if I talk any louder, my voice will break.

“I know, baby.” Kevin rests his mouth on the top of my head. We stay like that for minutes- until the soup is cold and the show ends and the sadness has begun to suffocate us. I pull away first to look into his beautiful face.

“I love you.” I say simply. It won’t fix anything or change this pandemic, but at least we have that.

“I love you too.” He responds. I grab his soup bowl from the table and walk back into the kitchen. I set the bowl down on the counter and frown at all the soup in the crockpot. The last thing I’m interested in right now is eating. The only thing I feel right now is nothing at all. I’ve evidently gone numb in the last hour.

“Baby.” Kevin calls to me from the hallway. “Let’s go to bed.” He holds his hand out for me and I take it, following him slowly down to our room. But I don’t want to go to bed. I don’t want to fall asleep and wake up knowing he will be gone in a matter of hours. Kevin throws the comforter back on our bed and pulls me into him. He settles me deep into his chest and holds on tightly. No wandering hands. No sexy smooches. Just the deep intimacy of holding one another close.

“Maybe it won’t be that long.” Kevin murmurs to me. I shake my head no. My heart can’t take the speculation of the what ifs tonight. I tilt my face up to look at him, wanting to memorize every bit of this moment together. “Even when I leave tomorrow, a part of me is staying here with you.” He tells me, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear and holding my face in his hand. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. His thumb brushes against my lips before I feel him kiss me. It’s emotional-filled with pain, sorrow, and a deep love that leaves me aching. His hands pull me in tighter and I lace my hands behind his head.

I don’t know how I will possibly let him go tomorrow.

_ _ _

“Alright. I think that’s it.” Kevin says as he grabs the final suitcase from my SUV. He sets it on the ground and closes my trunk. Between the multiple suitcases and all of his hockey equipment, he has the luggage cart overflowing. I can’t imagine how much that all costs to fly across the ocean.

“Do you need help?” I ask him, fidgeting with my keys.

“No, I got it.” He assures me, sliding each of his arms into his backpack. “Come here.” He demands, tugging me into his chest and squeezing me tightly. We stay like that for several moments. I realize that I’m crying and I don’t even care. What is the point in being strong now? This entire week, this entire virus, has been exhausting, terrifying, and at times, heartbreaking. I want to go back to yesterday morning. The blissful, ignorance of it all was reassuring and safe.

“I don’t want to let go.” Kevin whispers to me. I just shake my head in response; there are no words left to say.

His hand rubs comfortingly up and down my back through my winter jacket. I blink rapidly as I pull away, rubbing the sleeves of my sweatshirt under my eyes. Kevin’s arms stay around me as he looks down into my face.

“I don’t know what to say to make this less hard.” He admits to me. “All I know is that I miss you so much and I’m not even gone.”

“Kev, we can’t change this. Just be safe.” I mumble to him, standing on my toes and bringing our lips together. He immediately opens his lips and his tongue finds my mouth. The kiss is passionate and painful. I never want it to end. His hands pull me tighter to him. I grip his jacket firmly, trying to stay as close and held by him as possible.

“I love you.” I tell him earnestly when we pull apart.

“I love you too.” He repeats to me. The sadness on his features breaks my heart all over again. “Be safe, okay?” I nod my head as my bottom lip quivers again.

With all my remaining resolve, I step from his arms completely. Kevin stays there for a moment, just looking at me. I’ve never seen his face so sullen, his eyes so desperate and his demeanor so damn sad.

“Kev… just go.” I encourage him, knowing it’s what he needs to hear. A final, dark expression crosses his face but he nods in response.

“Bye.”

“Bye. Have a safe flight.” I watch as he puts his mask on. I swallow hard, determined to keep it somewhat together until he has disappeared into the airport.

“I’ll call you when I get there.” He tells me as he puts his hands on the cart. It takes all my will power to not step towards him and beg for him to hold me just a few moments longer. Instead I look at his shoes, because if I look at his face, I’ll be done.

“Okay.” I whisper to him. When I lift my eyes to his, I’m right. I’m done. Tears fall from my eyes in a steady stream. Kevin’s eyes are getting glassy and he’s trying hard not to let his tears fall. He reaches for me and I rush into his arms one final time. My tears soak into the shoulder of his jacket. When we release each other again, we know it has to be the last time.

With a final longing look, he turns and pushes the cart towards the door. I watch his retreating back, eating up every second that I can get of him. When he disappears through the door, a strangled sob escapes my lips. God damn it. Leaving him at this airport might just kill me. I suck in a breath of air and it immediately comes out as another sob. I press my hand to my lips and turn, jumping into my SUV and resting my head on the steering wheel. I don’t care that I’m sitting in a space someone else could use. I don’t care that security is walking along the sidewalk encouraging people to keep moving. I can’t think of anything beyond the deep, aching pain in my chest.

This is not how it’s supposed to be.

_ _ _

In July, the ringing of a FaceTime call pulls me away from my intense concentration of coloring in my adult coloring book. Entertainment is tough to come by when most of the city is shut down still due to COVID. Living in downtown was warm and homey prior to COVID. Now, it’s just cold and industrial without people around. I miss the constant stream of cars and noise. In April, I had to buy a white noise machine just to be able to get to sleep every night.

I reach for my phone, smiling when I see Kevin’s face.

“Hi!” I say excitedly, “Tell me you have good news!”

There have been rumblings in the hockey and media circles that the NHL is close to resuming. It’s been almost five months since the NHL season was paused. It’s been over 100 days since I’ve seen Kevin. To say it’s been difficult would be an understatement. What feels more difficult is that Kevin is able to live relatively normal in Sweden, while we have been under various mandates and lock downs to mitigate the spread of this virus. When Kevin first returned, he was cautious. He spent most of his time in his apartment or training at the local arena. However, as the months have dragged on, he’s gotten pretty loose. Part of me worries for him and the other part of me is insanely jealous.

“Relatively good.” He confirms. “I’ll be back soon!”

“Yay!” I yell, kicking my legs in excitement.

“And then I’ll be leaving for Canada in three weeks.”

“What? No.” The smile drops from my face. “The league is doing the bubble?” I groan, throwing myself back down onto the couch.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “Sorry, babe. But at least we will have some time together.” I watch as Kevin walks out of the arena and into the bright sunlight. Sweden looks gorgeous today. Kevin waves to someone out of the camera view, then looks back down at his phone. “I’m heading back to my place to look at flights. I can let you know what a few of the options are to see what works best?”

“Whatever gets you to me the fastest and soonest.” I say to him. He grins in response, nodding. “I miss you so much, Kev. I’m so excited to see you!”

“Me too, baby. What are you up to?”

“Coloring.” I show him my coloring book. It’s a black and white page filled with different types of flowers. In the middle in loopy calligraphy are the words eat a bag of dicks. “For Alex.” I wink at Kevin who bursts out laughing.

“I want to be there when you give that to him.”

“You better get here soon then. I think I’m going to frame it and give it to him for his birthday next week.” I giggle wickedly at that. “Speaking of birthdays, what are you doing for yours tomorrow?” I wonder, tossing my art project to the side and focusing in on him.

“Andreas is taking me to a good pizza place here.” He mentions his off-season coach as he settles into the driver seat of his car. “I wish you were here though.” He gives me a small, sad tilt of his lips.

“Stupid COVID.” I pout at him. “I hope someone gets you a princess cake!”

“I actually got myself one already.” He admits somewhat sheepishly. “I’ve been dying for a piece all day but forced myself to wait until after training.”

“Cake for breakfast is definitely a birthday tradition for you.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. We both grin as we remember his birthday last year in Sweden. Frosting everywhere, his sheets being ruined and us not caring at all.

“Just doesn’t taste as good without you though.” He beams at me.

We chat a little bit longer as Kevin drives back to his place. Eventually, we end the call as Kevin gets ready to hop into the shower. He has a meeting with a company for a potential sponsorship opportunity. It’s an athletic, energy drink that we do not have in the United States. He says he will bring some back for me to try.

Once our call ends, I busy myself with completing Alex’s picture. I search around various websites for a frame, finding one on Amazon that can be delivered tomorrow. Satisfied with my purchase, I begin the chores I’ve been putting off for the last few days, including laundry, dishes, and cleaning the bathroom. Once I’ve accomplished those, I turn my attention to dinner. I found a soup recipe on Pinterest that seems light enough for summer. Even though the summer heat in Minnesota feels oppressive at times, there is something about soup that comforts me. I could use some of that as I wait out the last few weeks before Kevin arrives. I ponder when he may be back. Hopefully it’s within the next week or so. It’s hard to know what options are available with how limited the flight choices are these days.

My phone jingles as I’m cutting up the onion for my soup. I glance down, seeing it’s the front desk of our building. I click the green button and shove my phone between my cheek and shoulder so I can continue working on dinner.

“Hi Dave.” I answer. We have a few people who work the front desk here, but I know it's Dave today. With limited interaction with the outside world, I've gotten to know the front desk people and their schedules well. Dave is my favorite though. He's in his second career after retiring from the Postal Service at an early age.

“Hi Sam, you have a food delivery here.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t order anything. Does it say from where?” I ask adjusting the phone from my shoulder to my hand.

“Not sure. It’s just a white bag.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.”

I end the call as I’m stuffing my feet into my sandals. I grab my keys from the bowl, trying not to frown at the sight of Kevin’s keys. Soon. He will be home soon. I take the elevator to the lobby. Dave is waiting for me outside the elevator and hands me the white bag.

“I figured I’d save you a few steps.” He smiles kindly at me.

“Thanks, Dave. Are you heading home soon?”

“I am, but I’ll be back tomorrow- same time and place.”

“Well, I’ll stop by with some soup. I’m trying a new recipe tonight.”

“I’d like that. Goodnight, Sam.”

I wave goodbye and hit the 15th floor again before peering into the bag. I can see a gold, Wuollet’s Bakery sticker on the white box along with a red ribbon securing the sides. It’s sizable and heavy, but I’m unsure what is in it or who it could be from. When I enter the apartment, I set the bag on the counter and carefully lift the box out of the bag. Beneath the box is a white card with my name on it. I open the envelope and flip the card over to read the message.

Save some for when I’m home on Friday. I love you!- Kevin

My stomach drops to my knees and I let out an excited squeal. I carefully undo the ribbon from the box and open the top to reveal a Princess Torte. Although not completely the same, it’s very similar to what Kevin will be having tomorrow for his birthday. I glance at the time, seeing it is after midnight in Sweden, meaning it’s officially his birthday. I grab my phone and click on his name to begin the FaceTime call. Kevin picks up after one ring.

“Hi birthday boy.” I murmur to him through my large grin. He cheeses back to me in his dark apartment.

“Hi beautiful.” He tells me as he sits up, pausing the show he is watching.

“It’s your birthday, but I’m getting cake?” I ask him, flipping the camera so he can see the cake.

“Well, it is technically for both of us.” He insists, his smile somehow grows larger.

“You’re really coming back that soon?”

“Yep!”

“Baby…” I trail off, looking back at the princess cake.

“Friday.” He confirms to me.

“Two more sleeps.” I respond.

“I have to quarantine…” He reminds me.

“Shush. Don’t ruin it.” I tell him, grabbing a knife to cut into the cake.

“Okay.” He laughs. “Hey, that’s a big piece.” He scolds me jokingly, watching me cut into the green fondant. “At this rate, you’re going to eat it all without me.”

“Oh my god, Kevin. You like this cake more than me.” I tisk at him, turning the camera so it’s back on me.

“Eh.. It’s good, but not that good.”

“Uh huh.“ I roll my eyes at him while savoring the bite of sugary goodness.

“It’s really doing something for me watching you suck on that fork.” Just to tease him, I flick my tongue up the fork and giggle. “You’re gonna have to pay for teasing me like this.”

“Looking forward to it.” I tell him, running my tongue along my lips tantalizingly slow. I watch him gulp before I take another slow bite of the cake.

“Damn.” He mutters to me, blowing out a quick breath. “I can’t wait to kiss that mouth.”

I take a sip of my water from my Yeti and laugh lightly. When I return my gaze to him, he’s watching me through sleepy eyes.

“You should go to sleep. Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get a day off from training.” I tease him. Kevin yawns and rubs a hand over his face.

“That’s true. If anything, I’m probably going to get my ass kicked.”

“That’s how you know Andreas cares.” I give him a sweet smile, pushing the cake away to lean against the counter. “I’ll see you soon though.”

“So soon.” He whispers back to me. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I love you. Happy birthday, babe.”

“Thank you. Love you.” He smiles before I end the call.

My heart swells as I glance at the clock.

Only 48 more hours of living in different countries.

But who’s counting?

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 34

A/N: Another time jump! Also, I still love the smut in this chapter. Also, the moment in their bedroom together before the game. That's the good stuff 🤌🏻

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, dreaming big dreams as a wild fan ☠️

Minnesota Wild head to their first ever Stanley Cup Final Berth. Fiala scores twice in Game 3 win over Bruins. See You In St. Paul: Wild force Game 7 against Boston.

The kids and I are playing in the back yard while Kevin takes his pre-game nap. This will be the last one of the season. Tonight, is game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final at the Xcel Energy Center. I watch as Luca rushes next to Lacey at the portable water table. He sweetly shows his little sister how to scoop the water with the buckets. Lacey giggles excitedly as Luca dumps the water back into the table, making the water splash onto her face.

“Is that fun, baby?” I ask her, smiling at her big grin.

To anyone looking into our backyard, we look like a normal family enjoying a warm summer day. However, we are anything but that. Tonight is the biggest game of our family’s hockey life. The series against the Boston Bruins has been a battle from the first puck drop. Both teams are evenly matched across the board and every mistake must be capitalized on. The Wild have switched off wins each game so far this series. To say it has been stressful to watch would be an understatement. Kevin has handled the series well. He’s playing some of his best hockey and he has certainly been the most electric I’ve ever seen him in his career. Truthfully, I think it helps to have the kids around for a distraction from the seriousness of it all.

My phone begins to buzz in my hand and I look down, seeing Lauren Hartman’s name flash on my screen.

“Hi!” I answer.

“Oh my god. Tell me you’re as antsy as me about this game.” She groans.

“Definitely.” I confirm with her. “Kevin is taking his nap right now and I have no idea how he is able to sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept well since the series has started.”

“Ryan is too! Meanwhile, I’m resisting the urge to do tequila shots in the middle of the day.”

“Hey, it might help.”

“Probably except with my luck I’d end up passing out through the game. What are you wearing tonight? I’m struggling with what will bring the most luck.”

“Not sure yet, but probably something that goes with our jackets for the playoffs.” Each playoff season, the WAGS order a few articles of new swag to wear to support the team. This year, we picked a black leather jacket with the last name and number stitched on the back in forest green. Sparkly jewels line the outline of the stitching to make the lettering pop.

“Oh! Good call… Now I just have to figure out jeans and shoes….”

I look over at Luca and Lacey, noticing immediately at how tired they both are. Lacey is getting whiney and Luca is rubbing at his eyes more and more with each passing minute. I know if I don’t get them out of their suits and into bed soon, a meltdown will be imminent.

“Laur, I gotta go. Kids are hitting their limits. I’ll see you tonight though!” I click the end button and stand, walking towards the kids. “I see some tired babies.” I murmur, kneeling between them.

“I want to nap with daddy.” Luca tells me with a pout. He’s a little old to be napping, but with the late night we have, it’s necessary for him to at least rest.

“Not today, baby.” I smooth his dark locks from his forehead and give him a soft smooch. “Daddy needs to sleep well for the game tonight. I bet he will snuggle with you tomorrow to make up for it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck before swinging Lacey up into my arms. She settles into me immediately. Her wet hair tickles my face as I reach for Luca’s hand, leading both of them into the kitchen to dry off.

When I enter our bedroom after putting both Luca and Lacey in their rooms, Kevin is up. He is moving quietly around our bedroom, putting on his tie, then his suit pants. He seems lost in thought, so I’m not sure if he even notices that I’m here with him.

“You look great.” I tell him. His head snaps to me quickly, confirming he had no idea I was with him. He tilts one side of his mouth into a quick smile.

“Thanks,” He says simply, moving around me to the bathroom. He grabs his hair gel and rubs it between his hands before he rushes his fingers through his hair. My lips tilt into a smile at how damn good he looks. How lucky am I?

“How are you doing?” I ask. Normally, I wouldn’t press much but the butterflies are dive bombing the walls of my stomach right now and it feels harder to avoid it than face it head on.

“Fine.” He responds, grabbing his cologne and spraying a few spritzes onto his body. He washes his hands quickly, then fixes a stray tendril of his hair that keeps trying to dip back to his forehead.

“At least you can shave your face tomorrow.” I say, trying to break the tension I see in his body. As is customary in the playoffs, the Wild players have all been growing facial hair since the beginning of the post-season. Whether it really brings them luck is up for debate. But hockey players are knowingly superstitious, so it’s best not to bring up the validity of the tradition.

“Yeah, that will be nice.” He murmurs as our eyes meet in the mirror.

Silence consumes our room as he adjusts his tie and tugs the ends of his dress shirt down towards his wrists. All of his shirts and suits are custom made to fit him perfectly. There is something about watching him get ready for games that always makes my heart flutter in response. I step towards him and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his back. He places his hands on the bathroom counter and we stay like that for several moments. I struggle with coming up with words to say to him. I’m so nervous I could puke. I can’t imagine how he feels right now.

“Luca said to tell you good luck.” I finally say, breaking the silence and glancing at him in the mirror. Kevin smiles in response.

“I love that kid.” Kevin tells me, turning so he is holding me to his chest. “My favorite son, for sure.” He jokes with me, kissing my lips softly before stepping out of the bathroom.

I watch as he puts his shoes on and his cuff links before he pulls his suit jacket over his broad shoulders. I walk over to him as he buttons the jacket. He turns to me and I reach for him, smoothing his jacket down anxiously. He hands me his tie clip and I secure it to his dress shirt perfectly in the center.

“I think you’re ready now.” I whisper. I bite my lip as I feel the tears pinching at my eyes. This moment. Everything he has worked for. I’m overcome with the emotions of it all coming to a crescendo tonight. What if they win? What if they don’t? I gulp back the lump in my throat and push a happy grin onto my face.

“I have to go.” Kevin advises me. His eyes search my face but I’m not sure what he is looking for.

“Yeah, okay.” I step to the side so he can walk around me to grab his watch. He comes back to me and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as our eyes stay closed. “Good luck.” There are so many more words I want to say, but I know now isn’t the time.

“I’ll see you after.” He tells me, giving my hand a squeeze before he begins to leave. The reality settles between us that the next time we see each other, the game will be over. He may or may not be a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Kev.” I call to him just as he steps into the door frame of our bedroom.

“Yeah babe?”

“No matter what happens tonight… we love you.” Kevin, who is still working on strapping his watch to his wrist, stills. His brown eyes melt and he sighs, walking back over to where I’m standing. He gathers me into his arms and breathes in deeply while we hug. I squeeze him one last time before we part.

“I love you.” He says simply before he walks out of the bedroom and into the greatest moment of his career. _ _ _

Overtime in Game 7 with the Stanley Cup in the building has got to be the most intense anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet, here we are. After 60 minutes of battle, the score couldn’t be decided and the game needs extra minutes to determine this years’ champion.

I watch intently as the Bruins cycle the puck in the Wild zone. I feel antsy watching, knowing that if the puck doesn’t get out soon, this likely won’t end well for our tired defensemen. Kevin is on the ice; his positioning is perfect defending at the point. I watch as the Bruins defenseman winds up for a slap shot and it hits Kevin’s shin pads, bounding back into the neutral zone. The biggest mistake- one that defensemen will see when he closes his eyes for the remainder of his career.

“Kev!” I gasp, watching as Kevin flies forward towards the puck. The Bruins defenseman has reacted, but too slow. Soon, it’s just Kevin and the goalie as he darts down the ice on an obvious break away. “Kev.” I say again quietly, almost begging.

Everything seems to slow. I put my hand to my chest and hold my breath watching as he locks eyes on the net. The arena is buzzing with excitement as he moves the puck off the boards and heads closer to the center. He stick handles once more to change the angle at the last minute. He flicks his wrists and snipes the puck into the top, left hand corner of the net. My heart lurches into my throat as I watch the white twine snap in response to the puck.

“Yes!” I scream as the horn blares and the fans roar. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I jump up and down, reaching for Laura as we both celebrate. The noise in the arena is deafening as everyone yells in disbelief and celebration. I pull away from her and turn, watching as the Wild bench clears rushing to Kevin. Helmets, gloves, and sticks litter the entire ice as they pile together in the corner. Kevin disappears from view while sobs clutch my chest in suffocating heaves. He did it.

“Mama!” Luca yells from behind me, his eyes wide and his face scrunched up in response to the noise.

“It’s okay baby!” I say to him. “I know it’s loud. Daddy won!” I kneel down and hold him tight, trying to gasp for air around the incredible excitement and overwhelm for Kevin. My lips press to Luca’s cheeks and he buries his face into my side as I stand again.

“The Minnesota Wild are your Stanley Cup Champions!” The announcer yells as confetti falls into the general seating area. I laugh in response, tilting my head back and feeling the paper settle into my hair. Kevin just won the Stanley Cup. He is finally a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Everything is okay.” I say to Luca again. I turn and see Laura holding Lacey who is watching with wide eyes like her brother. I turn back to the rink and point down to the ice where Kevin is still being mobbed. “Let’s look for daddy.” I tell Luca as I pull him onto my hip. He’s gotten so big it’s hard to hold him up here, but he needs the comfort. It’s so loud. I’m grateful for the baby headphones both of the kids are wearing. Eventually, the Wild players pull apart from one pile and focus on giving hugs all around. I see Kevin and Luca points excitedly. “Wave, bubba!” I tell him as Kevin looks our way. He searches for us and when he finds us his eyes brighten and his smile somehow gets even wider.

“Woo!!” I yell to him, bouncing with Luca who puts his hands in the air. I blow him a kiss as tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. Everything he has ever worked for has lead to this moment. I can barely breathe with the pride I have for him. The long-time Minnesota sports fan in me also can’t quite believe what just happened.

Quickly, the red carpet is rolled onto the ice and the Stanley Cup makes it’s long awaited arrival onto the Xcel Energy Center ice to the roaring applause of the State of Hockey. I beam with pride as I watch Kevin clap his hands and yell along with the fans. Ryan Hartman wraps him into a tight hug again and they both laugh. It’s a hug filled with history- from Nashville to Minnesota to Stanley Cup champions. I glance down the row at Lauren and we grin at each other. Then, a round of boos greet the commissioner as he begins his introduction.

Matt Boldy comes in next, joining the hug until Ryan breaks away. Matt and Kevin embrace. The hug is tight, clasping each other like the brothers they have turned into. Matt changed our lives on and off the ice. I can’t imagine not having him here to celebrate this with.

“Uncle Matty.” Luca points excitedly at me.

“Yeah, baby. Uncle Matty and daddy.” I press my nose into his hair, hiding my large grin. Matt says something to Kevin, who points in our direction. Matt’s eyes lock on me and I give him a fist pump.

“Proud of you!” I mouth to him. His boyish grin fills as he waves in acknowledgement.

“Joel Ericksson Ek, it is my honor to present to you the Stanley Cup.” Joel skates forward and after a moment to pause for pictures, he grabs it in both hands and lifts it high into the sky. The crowd roars and I sob happily in response watching it all unfold. This moment of greatness not just for our family but for this entire state. I yell and cheer holding Luca to me as he buries his face in my shoulder again. I rub his back soothingly, watching as Joel skates his lap. When he is done, he sets his eyes on Kevin and I know it’s his turn next.

My husband grips the edges in both hands and thrusts it above his head while laughing through a wide smile. His excited yelp is drowned out by the sound of the fans. Tears fall down my face as we yells back to him in response. I bite my quivering lip as he skates closer to us, giddy in response to seeing us cheer for him. He brings it to his lips and kisses it before skating back towards his teammates. Laura snaps away pictures of her brother and then turns the camera on me to capture my teary mess of a face.

“Congratulations! This is yours too.” She tells me confidently. “All the sacrifices we have all had to make for this. It’s ours.” She nods at me and I agree.

The countless hours his parents spent driving him places. The terror and hopefulness of allowing their teenage son to move to a different country to find competition that challenged him. A sister who continuously understood that Kevin’s games came first. A wife and mother who rocked both her kids to sleep alone while her husband was out on a 14 day road trip. All the nights I fell asleep gripping his pillow, wishing it was him. Laura is right; this is ours.

Soon, team representatives are next to our section, ushering us up the stairs and down the elevators so we can join our boys on the ice. Kevin’s parents and Laura help with the kids.

“I’ll take him.” Jan, says, grabbing Luca from my arms as he was beginning to fall asleep on me. “You go to him first.” He nods at me as we step out of the elevator. I look at Renata who nods her head in agreement. I give them a small smile as we are directed down the tunnel.

Stepping carefully, we reach the ice and I search for Kevin. He’s across the rink from us laughing and skating away from Kaprizov who is dumping water all over him. Kirill laughs as he empties the bottle all over Kevin’s head. Kevin spits out the water onto the ice and runs his hands through his hair, shaking the excess water off. His eyes lift to the tunnel. When he sees me, I feel like the only person in this entire world.

I don’t even think about the slippery surface of the ice, or the fans, or the media, or honestly, our kids. I just run to him. He meets me in the middle and catches me effortlessly. I wrap myself around him and immediately begin shaking at the excitement of being in his arms. He smells absolutely awful and he’s wet and now I’m wet and I don’t care about any of it. All that matters is the feeling of his body connected with mine.

“Baby! I am so, so, so, so, SO proud of you.” I squeal to him joyfully, pulling back and looking at his face. “My Stanley Cup Champion.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him, placing my lips hungrily on his. He skates slightly backwards as our lips nip and tug at each other greedily. I can hear the click of a camera and I don’t know who it is or where this picture is going. I’m too wrapped up in Kevin to care.

“I love you.” Kevin says to me as I slide down from his arms. My boots hit the ice and he reaches down again and kisses me. His lips are greedy, sucking up every ounce that I’m giving him. “So fucking much, Samantha Fiala.” My name comes out of his mouth in a breathless whisper. The sound of my full name sets my body on fire and I want all of him instantly. After all these years, he knows my tells. He chuckles in recognition. “Later.” He kisses my nose and wraps an arm around my body, turning towards where our family is coming towards us. “I see our final baby in the very near future.” He squeezes my side as his mom approaches for a hug. I don’t get the chance to agree with him, but I do. A Stanley Cup baby is a pretty good story.

The celebration continues on the ice, then into the locker room and the family lounge. We laugh and cry and share stories of the successes and struggles to get here. After midnight, the players start to confirm plans of going out in downtown to continue the celebration at an upscale rooftop bar. Despite the exhaustion I feel, Kevin and I agree to join the group. We can sleep in a few days when the excitement dies down. I look over at our sleeping kids on the couch and know we need to get them home to bed before we meet up with the rest of the team.

“We have some sleepy babies, mama.” Kevin murmurs to me as he grabs Luca and I grab Lacey.

Laura comes home with us and offers to stay with our kids for the night while we go out to celebrate. I rush up the stairs and into our closet, shrugging off my black Fiala jacket and looking at the available outfit options. What does one wear to a Stanley Cup celebration?

“Wir sind bald draußen.” I hear Kevin say to Laura as he walks into our master bedroom. I hear the soft click of the door and Kevin appears in the doorway.

“I’m not sure what to wea- Oh!” I exclaim as Kevin grabs me, lifting me off the ground and roughly sets me on the dresser in our closet. “Right here, huh?” I say breathlessly as he kisses down my neck. His hands are unruly and greedy on my body. I moan in response to his lips and eagerness.

“Laura is upstairs. Try to be quiet.” He advises me, tugging at my shirt. Our lips part briefly as he lifts it over my head. He is back to my lips for a moment before his mouth trails down my chest. He buries his face in my breasts and grinds his hips into me. He is warm and hard and my inner core clenches in response.

“Mmm, Kev..” I whisper as he tugs at the button on my jeans. I grab the belt on his suit pants and pull it apart. It takes mere seconds before his erection is at my entrance. When he feels how wet I am, he pushes in quickly and I lose myself in the feeling of him. He pauses there for a moment, watching my face for the stitch of pain to turn into pleasure. He slowly slides an inch out and then thrusts right back in. The dresser shakes from the movement of our bodies. I moan desperately in response and he grins down at me.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good, baby.” He growls as he begins to move quickly. “The entire time we were on the ice, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you against the boards.” He pounds into me in a steady, hard rhythm and I’m gone within moments. Something about when he gets like this- horny, needy, and just the right amount of rough- has me crashing fast every time. Kevin pulls me into his arms and walks us into our bedroom. When we get on the bed, he begins to move again, slower, almost painfully slow. I wrap my legs around him to hold him close to me. He brushes a loose strand away from my face, leaning down and kissing my lips tenderly. “ I love you, babe.” He places feather light kisses along my cheeks, then sucks lightly on my neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I murmur. He slows his pumps to a stop and I pout in response.

“For everything. This wouldn’t have happened without you. I wouldn’t be this version of me if I didn’t have you. I’m so lucky. The life we have… that you’ve given to us…”

“I think you had more to do with this than you’re giving yourself credit for.” I laugh, squeezing my muscles around him. He groans in response and dips his head in pleasure.

“Maybe.” He finally admits, “But I’m a Stanley Cup Champion because of you, Sam. Your support, sacrifice, and unconditional love brought our family here.” He is looking at me through serious brown eyes and I swallow hard in response. “We always said three. I want to complete our family now.” He whispers as he begins to pump into me faster. The rhythm is delicious and I can feel my second orgasm building within me.

“Me too.” I respond. “A Stanley Cup baby.”

“I know we shouldn’t pick favorites, but come on, it won’t even be close.” My chest heaves with loud laughter.

He begins to move faster inside of me again, cutting off my laugh with a breathy moan. His hands go to my breasts and his thumbs slowly circle my nipples. I arch my back into his waiting palms in response. I tilt my knees closer to my chest to allow him deeper. There it is. Our groans fill the room. He strokes that marvelous spot inside of me. My skin breaks out in goosebumps in acknowledgement. Kevin reaches down and places his lips over mine to catch the deep, primal wail coming out of my mouth. He pumps hard twice more before his hips jerk awkwardly as he finishes inside of me. Our mouths break apart after he comes as we both gasp for air from the highest of highs.

“That should do it.” He laughs, pulling out. I giggle in response, shoving away the dark cloud of our last attempts to conceive.

“I feel pregnant already.” I joke to him.

I know this one will be different.

Five weeks later, after multiple Stanley Cup Celebrations, a parade down West 7th, and not nearly enough sleep, I smile down at the pregnancy test confirming what I already knew. Pregnant. I walk out of the bathroom where Kevin is coloring at the kid’s table with our older two babies. He perks up when he sees me walk into the room. A wide grin breaks onto his lips when he takes in the look on my face. He stands up and dances over to me, gripping my hips and kissing me tenderly.

“Our Stanley Cup baby.” I giggle when we pull apart.

“So lucky.” He whispers to me, resting his forehead against mine.

Our little family is almost complete.

#letters in your last name au #sam X kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 32

A/N: Wrote this chapter in 20 minutes. You never forget the little wins like that 🥰

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18 + Content, smidge of child birth- less dramatic than last time hehe.

Airplane seats were not made for women who are close to 7 months pregnant. That much is certain as I settle in to our first class seat, adjusting my hips so the baby settles into a better position. Although at this stage in pregnancy, there isn’t many “good” positions left. My husband plops down into the seat next to me with a huff. He’s been huffing and puffing all morning, but I refuse to let him blow down my vacation buzz. We are currently on our way to the Hilton Los Cabo resort for an extremely rare and short, season break.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Kevin grumbles from beside me.

“It’s fine.” I say to him, not looking up from my book. It’s a historical fiction about a few badass women helping the Allies get an edge in World War II.

“I am literally going to lose my shit if you give birth in Mexico.”

“I’m not. I’m giving birth on January 3rd.” I say to him, reminding him of my already scheduled cesarean appointment. With Luca being an emergency c-section, our doctor recommended leaning towards delivering this way again. It’s technically possible to do so naturally after one these days, but we opted to pencil in the delivery of our next child. Ya know, for easy planning.

“Yeah, if you don’t go into labor first.” He snaps at me. I sigh and drop my book, looking at my husband.

“I’m over this attitude.” I swirl my hand in a circle at him. “You’re acting like I made you buy these tickets, pack your bags, get into the car, drop Luca at my parents, go through the airport, and get on this plane, all with your balls in a vice.” My ensuing look is pointed at him. He purses his lips at me and shakes his head looking away. “Choices, baby, have consequences like unprotected sex.” I rub my hand over my belly. “And the doctor cleared me yesterday to do this, so quit getting your panties in a bunch. Mama needs a vacation and to not watch The Little Mermaid for a few days.”

“Would you two like something to drink before takeoff?” The flight attendant interrupts Kevin’s response.

“Vodka?” Kevin asks and I click my tongue at him.

“How about sparkling water? For both of us. With limes, please.” I narrow my eyes at my husband.

“I need a drink, Sam. I’m seriously concerned that we are going to get to 30,000 feet and your water is going to break.”

“Kevin. I’m pregnant, you’re not. Our daughter is sitting on my bladder right now, not yours. So your feelings are invalid. Now, shut up.” I hiss at him. The flight attendant gives me a knowing look and stifles a giggle.

“Sparkling water with a lime wedge it is.” She winks at me.

“Jesus take the wheel.” He mutters under his breath.

“You’ll be meeting Jesus soon if you don’t shape up.” I tell him as I flip my book back open. I can sense Kevin’s gaze on me, but he wises up and keeps his mouth shut until our plane lands in Baja California. The exhale that comes out of his mouth makes me smile when our eyes meet.

“I could be really mean right now, but I won’t.”

“Don’t even pretend.” He shakes his head at me with a nervous laugh. He leans forward and kisses me gently. His hand comes to my belly and pushes against our daughter.

We make it to the resort and onto the beach in under an hour. Kevin immediately dives into the ocean. I’m thankful for a break from his constant check ins. I settle into a chair with my book again, glancing every so often at my husband to make sure he keeps popping his head above the surface. It isn’t long before he’s emerging from the water, rippling muscles covered with droplets racing down them. I moan and bite my lip at his approach. He reaches for his towel on the lounge chair next to me, wiping his body off and studying me.

“You’re getting red. You need more sunscreen.” He completely misses my invitation. Instead, he reaches into our beach bag for the baby sunblock we brought from the room. “Maybe we should get another umbrella over here for you.” He extends his hand to me with the bottle. “Also, I haven’t seen you drink enough water today.” My eye twitches at the last sentence. I release a heavy sigh and put my book down. He is killing me. At this rate, I won’t be enjoying more than five minutes of this vacation.

“Kevin. Baby, I love you so much, but you are getting on my last damn nerve.” I say to him, flipping my sunglass up so he can see the annoyance in my green eyes. “You have been concerned about this pregnancy since the day you saw her on the ultrasound and it is getting to be too much. Your girls are fine. Relax.”

“Sorry I love you two.” Defensiveness drips from his tone.

“I know you love us, but you’re smothering us. And I’ve asked you to stop multiple times.”

“Us?” He questions with a wrinkle of his nose.

“Yes! Us! Lacey told me she wants to enjoy this vacation without your fussing!” The sound of our daughter’s name makes Kevin’s frustration ease. I flick my sunglasses back down onto my nose. “If you need a task, go get me something to drink that isn’t water.” My tone is pointed and a reminder for him to mind his damn business about what I put into my body.

“Well… what do you want?” He asks me, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back over his large shoulders. He buttons one button to keep it together and stands.

“Surprise me.” I mumble without looking up from my book. Kevin hovers for another moment before slumping off to find a drink hut. When he is gone from ear shot I release another heavy sigh. He is so intense these days. This entire pregnancy really. He was not like this with Luca, but something about this one has him going a little crazy. Maybe it’s because of how difficult it was to conceive her. Maybe it’s because its our first daughter. I don’t know. All I know is if he’s like this now, what will he do when Lacey is out in this scary world?

“He will take care of you, sweetheart.” I murmur to our daughter. I press into where she’s resting and close my eyes. “You’re lucky to have him as your daddy. He’s a good man.” I assure her, rubbing a few tight circles over her on my stomach. A shadow casts over me. It’s my husband, standing above me with a grin.

“I heard that.”

“Good.” I say, reaching for the pink drink he extends adorned with a blue umbrella. “What is this?”

“Virgin Sex on the Beach. Didn’t think there was such a thing.” His eyes deepen before he glances over his shoulder, seeing how much privacy we have.

“I’m not having sex with you in the sand.” I say immediately as I take the glass from him. I know where he is trying to go with this. Luckily, his overprotectiveness has never applied to our sex life. “It takes forever to get out of the vag.”

“Damn it.” He groans. “Wait, how do you know that? We haven’t had sex on a beach.” I purse my lips around the straw and slide my gaze away.

“Samantha.” He tisks at me.

“Spring break. Pensacola Beach. Freshman year in college. It wasn’t that good because of said sand.” I shrug at him, settling back into my chaise. Kevin gives me a sour look. “Oh stop. It was with my boyfriend at the time. Tell me more about having your own apartment at 17.” His face immediately breaks out into a smile.

“Those were good days.”

“Fucker.” I narrow my eyes at him, sucking up the delicious juice through my red straw. “Just remember, Kevin. When you think back on those fond memories with your puck bunnies, your daughter will be 17 some day. You better pray that she doesn’t have an encounter with 17 year old you.” The smile immediately drops from Kevin’s face and he looks out across the tumultuous surface of the ocean, hopefully contemplating his poor life choices before me.

“I don’t need to think about those days when I get to wake up next to you every morning.” His gaze travels back to mine. I feel my eyes pinch behind my sunglasses. I reach out for his left hand and slide my thumb across his wedding band. His fingers lace around mine and he brings the back of my hand up to his lips.

“You’re good.” I compliment him.

“I know.” He laughs at me. “Baby, your cheeks are getting really red.” He says gently. “Let’s go up to the pool. There is more shade there.”

“Okay.” I concede, closing my book and tossing it into our bag.

Kevin gathers the rest of our stuff and we make our way up the stairs to the infinity pool. Surprisingly, its relatively empty besides one other couple who are obviously asleep in chaises beneath their cabana. We set our stuff down at two chairs across the pool from them before heading over to the entrance. Kevin jumps into the pool, deciding to forgo the traditional route of stairs. I leisurely walk down into the pool as Kevin drops below the surface of the water again. He stays under for a few moments before he crashes back up, looking at me while pushing his hair back from his face.

“I think in another life you were a fish.” I tease him as he swims over to me.

“I was definitely a shark.” His teeth snap playfully at me. He crouches down and gathers me into his arms, beginning to walk us both back into deeper water. “I’m sorry. I know I’m smothering you, but I can’t seem to stop. From the moment they said girl at the 20 week appointment, my chest has been tight with worry.” He confesses to me, as he continues to wade deeper into the pool. I sigh as the water wraps around my belly and up my breasts. I can feel the pressure of pregnancy releasing off my organs as we float in the warm water.

“S’okay. She’s safe in me.” I mumbled to him, resting my head against his shoulder. Being weightless in his arms and the extra exposure of the sun has my eye lids drooping peacefully.

“Do you want to go back to the room for a nap?” He asks me after a few more minutes of floating around.

“In a little bit. The water is holding her weight and it feels good.”

“Okay.” He murmurs to me. “You know what I’m thinking about right now?”

“The pool in Sweden?” I giggle to him without opening my eyes.

“I haven’t been in a pool since then when I haven’t thought of that.”

“Same.”

He rests his head against mine and water from his wet hair beads down my throat. My hand winds up his neck to the base of his head and I tangle my fingers through his wet locks. Kevin sighs and leans into my fingers. I smile against his shoulder then pucker my lips against his skin. He is warm beneath me and a slight sunburn is starting to bleed through. I open my mouth and take a sliver of his flesh lightly between my teeth. Kevin turns his head to place his lips against my temple.

“Love you.” He whispers to me like a secret the rest of the world isn’t in on. I pull back to look into his face. He’s drowning in adoration as our gazes meet.

“Love you more.” I say to him, pressing our lips together.

“Impossible.” He insists to me.

“Let’s go to bed and we can fight about it there.” I purr against his lips. My tongue traces his bottom lip and he opens his mouth to connect them.

When we get back to our room, Kevin takes me to bed and makes love to me. It’s passionate love making at it’s finest- full of sensual touches and loving caresses that have my pregnancy hormones bouncing in my body. We are both warm from the sun and everywhere our skin touches feels like fire. Afterwards, we rest contently in each others arms. Kevin’s fingers stroke my hair lovingly as our legs tangle together. My lashes flutter against his chest as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Go to sleep, baby.” Kevin finally whispers to me before his lips graze my forehead. His words hold the gentle nudge I need. I drift off in moments.

I awaken hours later as the golden light of the setting sun fills our hotel room. I gingerly sit up and wince at the feeling of my hip being asleep. I roll to my back for a moment and rub at the spiky feeling dancing down my leg. I notice Kevin’s absence and turn to look at the balcony that extends from our suite. I see my husband there, laying back in his chair with his head tilted towards the sun. He looks so good. The orange and yellow hues of the sunset bounce off his tan skin and muscular chest.

I carefully roll onto my side and push myself up into a sitting position. I scoot myself off the bed and try not to feel exasperated at how unnecessarily hard that was. My body is working overtime growing a human being. It’s okay if it doesn’t function like it used to before babies. My movement catches Kevin’s eye and he turns to take me in. I’m still naked and his brown eyes devour me. I watch his gaze slide to all his favorite places. A yearning need begins to throb ion my core. I reach for the plush hotel robe on the chair by the door, pulling it on before joining him outside.

“Sit with me.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me into his lap. “You look very beautiful.. and sexy.. and loved..” He says each word around a kiss.

“It’s cause you love me so good.” Kevin’s hands rest on my belly as I talk. We can both feel Lacey moving around at the sound of our voices.

“Pregnancy agrees with you.” Kevin murmurs to me. “You’re like a glowing goddess.”

“You must not have seen me trying to get off the bed just now.” I laugh at him, dropping my forehead to his. I pull back and look at his face again. He looks at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

“You’re perfect.” He says simply. And as I always do, I believe him. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I wish I could have real sushi.” I whine to him. “It would be so good here.”

“I know. I thought about that.” He frowns at me.

“Um.. honestly carne asada tacos sound good. With chips and guac.”

“You got it.” He pats my butt for me to rise. He walks over to his phone and begins to put our order in through the app.

“Oh! Babe! Fried ice cream!” I yell to him and he smiles at me, giving me a thumbs up.

“I already knew you wanted that.” He laughs when he joins me on the balcony after he’s done. “You’ve got my baby in there. She definitely wants ice cream.”

“I’ve never craved sweets more in my life than being pregnant with your children.” I shake my head at him. We grow quiet and look out across the ocean. The ripples of the water are glowing in the fading light. It’s picturesque. Just like the man sitting across from me.

“Oh, while you were sleeping, I called down to the spa and they have a massage therapist here who specializes in prenatal massages. Apparently, she’s from Canada and lives down here during the winter season.”

“What….” My eyes widen at him in excitement. ��I want that. Tomorrow.” I nod my head at him.

“Good, cause you’re going. 10am.”

“What if she massages the baby right out of me?”

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” He rolls his eyes at me. “Plus, Lacey and I talked about it while you were sleeping. She’s agreed to stay in you until we are back home.” I let out a loud snort of a laugh, tilting my head back.

“Wow, she’s already a daddy’s girl.”

A knock at the door stops Kevin from responding. He jogs to grab it and brings our meal out to me on the balcony. My carne asada tacos smell and look so good that my mouth is watering instantly. Kevin got Baja shrimp tacos. We both split the chips and guac and settle with water for drinks after our day in the sun.

“Have you heard from my parents? I thought they would have called at bedtime.” I ask him after my first bite. He nods his head at me, but swallows his food before he speaks.

“Your mom FaceTimed me with Luca while you were sleeping.”

“Dang it.” I frown, tapping Kevin’s phone screen to see the time. It’s well past Luca’s bedtime now. He’s likely been asleep for hours.

“It’s probably good he didn’t see you. He was a little upset. It would have been hard for you.” He gives me a small shrug.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Did he cry when he saw you?”

“No, but he was going down that road the longer we talked, so I told your mom we should just end the call. She texted me a picture of him five minutes later with your dad reading to him. He was happy and sleepy.”

“Okay. I’ll try to call tomorrow morning and see how it goes.” I pick up a piece of steak with my fingers, chewing it slowly. It melts in my mouth and is bursting with flavors of citrus and salt. “It’s been a little easier than I thought to be away from him.” I admit to Kevin.

“You needed a break.” He acknowledges to me. “You’ve been doing a lot the last few months- growing a baby and chasing a toddler.”

“That’s true. I feel kind of guilty though.” I shrug my shoulders.

“You’re an amazing mom. Every parent needs a break from their kid. It's normal.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just… I kind of feel bad that you have this week off and I took you away from him. Not sure that’s fair to either of you.”

“Babe, we needed to reconnect with each other. Being here together is going to make us better parents for him when we get back.” I nod my head in agreement.

“Yeah, I know you’re right.” I push my plate of half eaten tacos away. At this point in my pregnancy, I get full pretty quickly. But there is always room for dessert. “Where is my ice cream?” I ask him. He laughs and goes into the fridge, grabbing it and placing it in front of me. It’s at a perfect eating consistency and easy to spoon into my mouth.

“Fuck…” I moan out as the first bite slides into my mouth. Kevin’s eyes meet mine and an awareness blankets the balcony. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and lick the remaining ice cream off the back of the spoon. Kevin clears his throat and breaks his gaze away from mine. “I can’t wait to do this to you later.” I whisper to him. His gaze darts back to my eyes. I deliberately run my tongue along each edge of my top teeth while looking into his eyes. Kevin swallows and he releases a quick exhale.

“Just tell me when.” He finally speaks to me. His voice is dripping with obvious arousal. I’m satisfied with his response.

“When I’m done with my ice cream.” Kevin nods his head at my teasing and then smirks. His tongue dances along his bottom lip before he sucks in a corner of it between his teeth. It pops back into place, a little plumper than before. I blink as a wave of involuntary pleasure weaves around my body. My mouth instantly begins to water. It has nothing to do with the ice cream on my spoon.

“Now.” I whimper out to him. He pumps his fist, then picks me up and we fall into bed moments later.

After we take the latest edge off, Kevin spoons me from behind. I lazily run my fingers along his forearm where his hand is resting on my bump.

“I’m glad you made us do this.” He whispers into my ear. His breath makes a few strands of my hair tickle my face. “We feel like us again… Sam and Kevin, not mom and dad.”

I sigh and lean back deeper into his chest. His palm tightens around my bump and our daughter kicks against him.

“We do. And now I’m ready for her to be here.” I murmur to him.

“Me too.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose. “But for now, go get that ice cream you’re obviously still thinking about. Then, I’ll rub your feet.”

“Yay!” I shimmy in excitement and bounce off the bed to the balcony. He laughs and watches me from the bed like a man who hasn’t had enough of his wife.

I reach for my ice cream, not even caring that it’s barely ice cream anymore, and turn with the cup in my hand. I pause there, taking in the view from across the room. Kevin has grabbed the remote for the TV and he flicks through the channels to find something for us to watch. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes trail down his naked body. He’s strong and sexy but most of all he’s sweet. The sweetest man I could have ever asked for to be mine. He absentmindedly brings a hand to his face and he rubs at the days worth of stubble growing there. I could watch him just be, doing normal human things, for hours. My lack of movement draws his eyes to me. The smile that he gives me forces goosebumps to break out down my body. Thank God this man’s baby is in me.

“Holy shit.” I say through bubbling tears in my throat. “I love you. Way more than this ice cream.” At this point in my pregnancy, he’s immune to my hormonal emotions.

“Good. Now, come back to bed.” _ _ _

My eyes are closed when I hear her cry for the first time. Just like with Luca, the overwhelming emotions sweep over me. Kevin’s lips are on my cheek and he grips my hand tightly.

“Are you okay?” He asks me, noting my silence. All I can do is nod.

She’s finally here.

When I open my eyes, I watch intently as they hand Lacey to Kevin to hold. His lips part as he sucks in a surprising breath when he sees her face.

“I’m done for.” He whispers to me. His eyes are filling with tears and I’m a little concerned something is wrong with her. “She looks just like you.” He finally tells me, turning our daughter so I can see her face. He is right. Even through the goop, she’s a Stalock through and through. I beam at him and my eyes match his teary ones.

“She is me.” I confirm to him.

“She is so lucky. So beautiful.” He smiles and brings her down closer to my face. She’s pure perfection. Her eyes are open and she’s looking around at her new surroundings. Her face is beginning to signal a cry, distorting in anguish.

“Mama’s here, Lace.” I whisper to her. She pauses mid-cry at the sound of my voice. Fresh tears leak from my eyes and Kevin reaches to brush them away. “Babe, I want to hold her.”

“Okay.” Kevin murmurs to me, scooting closer with his chair and leaning forward. He gently places Lacey on my chest, helping my arms support her weight in my drugged up haze. I reach for her face and slowly brush the tips of my fingers over her features. Kevin sighs contently next to me as his brown eyes turn to mush while looking at our daughter. He’s head over heels in love with a new girl. And I’m perfectly okay with that.

“What is this sweet girl’s name?” Grace asks as she checks our baby’s heartbeat again. It’s strong and steady, just how we want it.

“Lacey Marie Fiala.” I tell her without taking my eyes from our daughter.

“Vítej na světě, naše dokonalá holka.” Kevin speaks softly in Czech.

Welcome to the world, our perfect girl.

#letters in your last name au #sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 31

A/N: Ahhhhh yes. When all became right in these little loves world again 🥰

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ Content, infertility mentions

“Luca, look at mom.” I call to my son, phone at the ready. He turns his big, brown eyes to me in question, scowling slightly at pulling him away from the toy in his hands. “For daddy.” I say as I pause over the circle on my iPhone. This pulls a slight smile from my son as he thinks of his favorite person who is currently in Anaheim. “So cute!” I squeal at him, wiggling my fingers against his tummy. He squeezes his shoulder to his cheek shyly, but a huge grin takes over his face.

I pause the cart in the snack aisle, sending the picture off to my husband for whenever he is done with practice. It’s an off day in Southern California so I know Kevin will be dashing to the beach for some sunshine whenever he is given the green light. It’s a warm-ish spring day in Minnesota and the rest of these Fialas’ day will be spent outside too.

“Okay, mommy needs some Excedrin and then we are outta here.” I say to Luca, pushing the cart in the direction of the medicine aisle. I swing the cart through, avoiding the end cap that has Clear Blue pregnancy tests ready for an easy dash and grab. I haven’t needed one of those in over six months.

I barely feel the twinge of sadness as I grab the bottle of Excedrin I was needing. I made the right decision when I told Kevin we needed to stop trying. There is still sadness and disappointment, but the overwhelming, gut wrenching devastation has dissipated with time. Kevin and I are back to having sex for enjoyment again. If anything, we are more in tune to each other now that it doesn’t have so much pressure surrounding it. He can’t keep his hands off me when he gets home from road trips. Knowing that tomorrow is one of those days has my cheeks turning pink in Target.

“Okay, that’s it!” I cheer to my son who is oblivious to how long we have been here. The yellow Tonka truck we brought with from home has done the heavy lifting during our errands today.

We go through the checkout line in a breeze with the few items I needed to grab. They all easily fit in a paper bag, that is light enough that we can head to the parking lot without the cart. I drop the cart at the entrance and lift Luca into my arms. He stretches his hands out to press against my chest.

“Oh, ouch!” I suck in a surprised breath at the tenderness. I gently rub my finger tips over the area, wondering why that hurt so bad. I set Luca back down and have him take my hand. “Pick those feet up, bud.” I encourage him to move his toddler legs a bit faster as we head to the Range Rover. I unlock the door, hoisting him up and yelping again at the tenderness of my breasts beneath his resting weight.

“Mama, owie.” Luca murmurs to me as he twirls the wheel of his toy.

“Yeah, bubba.” I say, clicking his car seat securely, then adjusting his straps across his chest and shoulders. I close the door, getting into the driver’s seat as my phone buzzes with a text from Kevin.

Damn, we made a cute baby. I miss you two. Can’t wait to hug you tomorrow.

Just a hug? I text back to him with a sly smile.

And eat your 😸. I figured that was a given. The text is finished with 👅 for extra emphasis.

A small, uncontrollable moan falls from my lips as I think of his face between my thighs. Goosebumps break out along my arms and my nipples tighten painfully against my chest. I wince, pressing my palm against the right one. The ache reminds me of the early symptoms... I… had… with… Luca.

Oh.

I place my phone down in the cupholder, thinking back to when I last had my period. I had it on New Year’s Eve because Kevin was utterly drunk and disappointed when he tried to dip into my pants. Can I remember having it after that? My mind races, trying to remember. Oh yes, I did have it the next month because it came when we were out to a very early Valentine’s Day dinner. I didn’t have anything, so I needed to use what was provided in the restaurant bathroom. But after that, it all gets fuzzy.

My mind suppresses the dash of hope that begins to bloom in my chest. No. I will not go there. I can’t go there. Kevin is out of town and Luca needs me to be present. I reach up, pressing my finger tips into my skin again.

Fuck, ouch.

“Mommy forgot something in the store bud.” I say to my son, remembering exactly where those Clear Blue pregnancy tests were. I unbuckle my seatbelt to gather Luca, and his Tonka truck, for our second trek into Target.

After securing the fickle stick of fate, the rest of the day is filled with toddler entertainment. We head home and play outside in the sandbox, then with the various inflatable sports balls he has. Eventually, we both get hungry so we head inside to eat leftover pasta and share a cupcake. Kevin calls around 7 to check in. He sits in his hotel bed shirtless, absentmindedly rubbing at his chest while he speaks to Luca.

“Did you have a good day with mama?” Kevin asks him, watching our son’s face. Luca is staring more at himself in the phone screen than his dad.

“Yuh.” He answers, small lips puckering up for a kiss. Kevin smiles and then does the same.

“Daddy misses you, baby.” He says, eyes crinkling in the corners with his wide grin as Luca begins to blow spit bubbles at the camera. From there, Luca sticks his tongue all the way out of his mouth causing a laugh from me as well.

“We miss you.” I tell Kevin, leaning down to kiss the top of our son’s head. I ponder if I should mention my suspicions to him. But then Kevin yawns and Luca begins to wiggle against my grip to leave the couch. I let our toddler go, watching as he heads to his table to play with his large, animal puzzle. I don’t want this to be the moment we hop back on this roller coaster. I need to know for sure. I’ll tell him no matter what it is, but not right now.

“You look so sexy tonight.” Kevin’s voice is low and sinful. I bring my gaze back to him, watching as his teeth scrape his bottom lip into his mouth. “Lift your shirt for me.”

“No. Our son is right here.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Come on. He won’t even know what you’re doing. Daddy wants to see mommy’s nipples. Bonus points if you touch yourself.”

“Kev, stop.” I whisper, feeling the persistent pulse build between my legs.

“Mmm, did that get you?” His tone is sizzling with desire as his eyes watch my face. I nod my head insistently at him. “Can I have you rough tomorrow?” He asks me, sitting up a bit more in bed. “I’m dying to hear you cry out my name while you take me deep.” I glance nervously at our son who is unaware of the heat rising in the room.

“Ar!” Luca yelps out to me, holding up the puzzle piece of a lion.

“Yeah, roar!” I exclaim excitedly. He beams at me. “Smart boy.” I turn back to my other boy who watches me with fiery eyes that beg for me to give him a peek. I tilt the screen down a bit, then pull back the cups of my bra to show him the top swells of my breasts. They are very obviously engorged. I wonder if he notices as the fingers of my free hand tease along the soft skin. “You put your face between my thighs first, then you can have me anyway you want.” He lets out a soft grunt then shifts again in bed, making me question what his hands are doing where I can’t see them.

“Yessssss.” He hisses at me, then laughs at the sound of Luca roaring louder across the room. “That will be daddy tomorrow.”

“Ha!” I laugh loudly, shoulders shaking as Kevin’s laughter fills the room with us.

“Alright, I’ll let you two go. I know it’s already past bedtime.”

“Yeah, I am sensing a fight with this one tonight.”

“No.” Kevin says sarcastically, knowing Luca fights sleep until he physically can’t keep his eyes open anymore. “I love you, Sam.” The way he says my name has my body melting back into the couch. I pout at him a bit, wishing he was on this couch with me right now. I say goodbye, turning the camera the other way so he can see Luca.

“Say bye to daddy, Luca.”

“Byeeeee.” He waves, then brings his hand to his mouth and blows a kiss.

“I love you, buddy. I’ll see you soon.” Luca has already turned away from Kevin and onto the next puzzle piece. “Bye babe.” Kevin says once more to me, then clicks off the FaceTime call.

When it comes to bedtime, Luca’s independent demeanor crumbles immediately.

“No.” Luca pouts as I lower him into his bed. “No!” He squeals more, wiggling to a standing position immediately when his body hits his mattress. “Mama.” He begins to sob, big crocodile tears dripping from the brown eyes he inherited from his dad.

“Baby. Try to sleep in your bed.” I coo, running a hand over his head. He’s been sleeping with me more than I would like while Kevin is on the road. It’s time for me to break that habit and get him comfortable sleeping on his own. After all, soon he will have a big boy bed and be out of his crib. The thought makes my heart lurch into my throat. More so than any of those reasons though Luca needs to go to sleep because I have a date with a test in the master bathroom.

“No!” Luca’s screams gain volume as he collapses his full body weight into the mattress. I slowly push out a calming breath, resisting the urge to give in to his tantrum. I reach out and run my fingers along his back over the buffalo plaid pajamas he has on tonight. “Mama!” He wails again, turning to suck in a breath after stuffing his face into his blanket.

“You’re okay.” I murmur, rubbing my hand deeper into his back. His hiccuping sobs settle down into heavy breaths as the tears seep into his hockey sheets. Eventually, he goes quiet as his eyelids droop. When the soft puffs of his breath indicate his slumber, I slowly tip toe out of the bedroom.

My steps lead me to our master bathroom. I exhale a breath and grab the box with the pregnancy test in it. When I finish, I click the cap back on, setting it on the flat surface of the counter. I glance at myself in the mirror, frowning at the lopsided flop of my pony tail. I pull out the scrunchie, then work the fine hairs that escaped back up into place.

My eyes dart down to the test, then do a double take at the immediate answer that appeared in under thirty seconds. A shocked exhale springs from my lips. My jaw falls open as I drop my hands from my hair. One of them claps over my mouth as I pick the test up. The word is bold in the center causing my stomach to sink out of my body. Silent sobs immediately shake my frame as I settle myself onto the bathroom floor.

Pregnant.

With one word, the overwhelming joy bursts through to shatter the darkness that’s bloomed inside my body for the last 9 months.

We are having a baby. _ _ _

Kevin arrives home the next night to find Luca and I sleeping together on the couch in the living room. We had been watching the game together and then sleep found us. How the game ended, I couldn’t tell you, until I opened the NHL app to check the stats quick. Kevin scored two goals and an assist in the final half of the game. Oops. I awoke fifteen or so minutes ago, but haven’t quite gotten the energy to move us from our spot. A brief text from Kevin told me that he had already landed in Minnesota and was making the drive home.

I hear my husband’s rolling luggage before his footsteps. The door shuts softly behind him. My eyes are closed as I listen to his approach. He sets his keys, phone, and wallet on the counter before he walks to the couch. My eyes open when I sense him hover over us. He smiles warmly at me as he works on the first few buttons closing his white shirt.

“Hi.” He whispers. He walks to the side of the couch so he can lean down and kiss my lips. “Mmm. Not much in the world better than this.” He murmurs, nuzzling our noses together before he moves to our son. His lips brush Luca’s forehead as his hand strokes my arm.

“Welcome home.” I murmur, watching his face, seeing if he noticed Luca’s shirt yet. Of all the ways to tell Kevin, I knew having Luca do it would be best. I dressed him in a blue shirt that says Big Brother in bold, white lettering. He’s currently scrunched on his side between me and the couch, so it’s likely that Kevin can’t actually see the words yet. “You played great tonight.” I watch eagerly as his fingers work the remaining buttons of his shirt down. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s hard when the secret is so meaningful. He doesn’t respond until his shirt lays open exposing his chest.

“Thank you. Felt like I finally got my legs under me tonight.” He shrugs his suit jacket off, draping it over the back of the couch.

“Yeah, you looked so quick out there. All over the ice.” I reach down to Luca’s face, brushing his hair off his forehead. His lips are parted, sucking in silent breaths. He looks so much like a real person now. Nothing like the squishy baby he was when he first slept with me on this couch. A hint of a smile dusts my lips as I think of the baby growing in me now. Getting to have all those moments again as a family fills me with an indescribable gratitude.

“How was your day?”

“Good. We played, napped, and went to visit my parents for a bit. Plus, he ate his whole plate at dinner tonight, even the green beans.”

“What? Wow. He’s getting so big.” A disgruntled pout fills Kevin’s lips.

“I know. I hate it. But also love it? I don’t know. Parenthood is strange.”

“My favorite part of this age is him sleeping in his own room.” Kevin says with a grin. “So mommy and daddy can do adult things in their bed.”

“Does daddy want to go do adult things right now?” I tease him with a laugh.

“Yeah, he’s pretty desperate to get mommy naked.” He chuckles, then moves forward to reach around me for Luca. He scoops him up easily. I watching breathlessly as my husband’s eyes travel over our son, pausing at his shirt. He stills immediately, then his gaze snaps to mine with a shocked expression. “This looks new?” His eyes sparkle, so much hope filling his features that if it wasn’t, I think it would kill him. I nod at him. He smoothes the shirt out, double checking he read it correctly. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” I nod my head again, tears brim along my eye lids as I begin to shake in excitement. “We are having a baby.”

“Babe!” He exclaims, causing Luca to stir. “Oh my god.” He pulls Luca tight to his chest as he stares at me. He blinks in disbelief as I reach for the test I had in the pocket of my pajama pants. I hand it to him. “Wow.” He breathes out as he stares at it. “Come here.” He tugs me into his body. “Oh my god… Sam…” I can sense his struggle to find the right words, but he doesn’t have to say anything else. Everything he is feeling right now is replicated in my veins.

“I took it last night, but wanted to be together when I told you.” My arms snake around his hips as my cheek rests against his warm chest. The buttons of his shirt dig into my cheek, so I brush it away to go against his bare skin. Kevin squeezes me tighter to him, resting his lips on the top of my head.

“Kiss me.” His words are demanding yet desperate. I tilt my face to meet his and sigh happily at the pressure of his mouth. His tongue is gentle as it slides against mine, lazily indulging in me.

“I’m so excited, Kev. I love having your baby in me.” I murmur against his lips. He nips and sucks at me a few more times before he answers.

“Damn, and I thought I needed you before.” His voice is rough as he grinds the front of his pants into me. I can feel his hard erection straining against the fabric. I go on my tip toes to keep our lips connected, then run my hand over his bulge. “Ahhh..” He hisses when I stroke him a few more times. “Upstairs.” He grabs my hand from the front of his pants and tugs me towards the stairs. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a second.” He kisses me hard on the mouth when we get to Luca’s room. Our son is still sleeping in Kevin’s arms, again unaware of the heat between his parents.

I do as I’m told. I go to my side of the bed, setting my phone on it’s charger and pulling the sweatshirt over my head. By the time my face comes out of the fabric, my husband is walking into the room. His lips stretch into an excited grin while his eyes darken with unmistakable desire. He sheds his shirt immediately while he walks around the bed to grab me. His mouth clings to mine when we meet each other. His hands slide down my back to my ass cheeks, grabbing them greedily in his large palms. He lifts me into his arms, lips never leaving mine as he does so.

“Fuck. I wanted you so rough tonight. But I can’t now.” He moans, moving my heat in steady strokes against his erection.

“Just fuck me, Kev. We will be fine.”

“Kay. Tell me if it’s too much.” He lightly drops me onto the bed. I reach for his Louis Vuitton belt, unbuckling it. I push it out of the way and grope for the button, then the zipper of his dress pants. They both fall away as I slide my hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs. When my hand wraps around his shaft he thrusts up into my hand. He’s not kidding; he wants me bad.

“You ready?” He asks me before he slides my pants from my hips. He moves my panties to the side, feeling my full lips. I groan as his fingers smooth over my clit. He puts more pressure in, wiggling just the right way that has my hips jerking. “Yeah, you’re ready.” He answers for me. “I love how turned on you are when you’re pregnant with my baby.” He coos. “How are your breasts?”

“Painful.” I love how he remembers that from my pregnancy with Luca.

“Can I try?” He asks me for permission, lips hovering over my right one. I nod. “Speak, baby.” He encourages, eyes looking into mine, still not moving.

“Yes.”

The word drips from my mouth and he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue snakes against the sensitive bud, then he gently encloses his lips over it. Once it’s in his mouth, his tongue strokes again and I cry out.

“Good. So good.” I say so he knows it’s okay. “Don’t stop. Babe…” I’m so close as he wiggles his fingers against my clit again. He adjusts, sliding two fingers into my entrance, thumb staying against my throbbing button. My wetness coats his fingers, letting him glide perfectly in and out of me. My muscles tighten around him, gripping his appendages as I come on his hand. Once the last wave of orgasm has left me limp, Kevin pulls away. His powerful thighs have me drooling as he roughly tugs me down the bed where he kneels between my spread legs.

“Please.” I beg him as he strokes the head of his cock through my wet folds.

His eyes go to my face as he slides into me. The pleasure curls his lips into a sneer before he moans my name. His hands reach for mine, lacing our fingers together. He moves our intertwined hands above my head as his first few thrusts drive hard into me. My breath falls roughly from my lips as he plows deeper. Short, loud inhales followed by moans drip from me uninhibitedly.

“Mmm, baby, you are so wet. You feel so good. So perfect. All mine.” His words flirt with my lips as he leans over my face. “Keep your eyes open when you come.” He watches as the pleasure tightens my forehead, tugging my eyebrows down.

“I can’t.” I moan, feeling the first flick of it lash at me.

“Yes, you can. Be good for me, beautiful girl.” His praise ignites a hotter fire on my skin. He drives his hips farther into me. I exhale in surprise and grip his fingers tighter. My eyes close, so he pulls one of his hands away, gripping my cheek as a reminder. “Baby.” His tone is firm as his hips roll then snap forcefully into me. He does this three more times as his thumb strokes my face. My eyes fly open and I hold them there, gaze connected with his, as I soar into the abyss.

“Kev!” I grit my teeth as the intense euphoria rolls through my body. Tingles of pleasure burst out from my bones. Full shivers shake my limbs as my nipples tighten painfully against his chest. I pant heavily as the force steals the breath from my lungs. “Oh god.” My voice doesn’t even sound like me. I’ve lost complete control of my body and convulse. My husband grins down at me then groans as he spills inside of me.

“My perfect wife.” He murmurs, placing kisses all over my face as he slowly thrusts into me, pushing his cum deeper.

“I’m already pregnant.” I joke as I savor the feeling while struggling to breathe.

“I know… you feel so good that I want to keep going.” I can feel my inner muscles still pulsing around him and think to myself that I agree. He feels incredible like this, filling me completely while gently rocking into me. His hips thrust once more, then he pulls out.

He drops his face to my stomach, lips skirting along the thin, white scar from Luca’s delivery. Now, our second baby grows beneath his kisses.

“I’m so happy.” He mumbles the words into my skin. My eyes are still closed as the grin spreads my mouth apart.

“We are so lucky.” I whisper, knowing it’s the truth. There are so many other couples who don’t get to experience this gift. Now, we get it twice.

“We are. And you make beautiful babies for us. Another perfect blend of you and me.” He kisses up, between my breasts until he reaches my face.

“If this one could look more like me, that would be great.” I tease him, fingers flirting along his strong jaw. “You’re just a little uglier than me. It’s not fair to our kids.” I purse my lips against the immediate laugh that forms in my throat.

“Wow.” Kevin rolls his eyes at me. “Thanks for loving me despite that.” He grabs my leg, moving it so he can fall onto his back next to me. I dissolve into giggles. “Just rocked your fucking world and this is the thanks I get.” He runs an annoyed hand through his hair.

“I’m obviously kidding.” I shove at his arm, maneuvering onto my side so I can curl into his body. “You’re the sexiest man alive. I’ll call People magazine tomorrow to let them know they can stop the search for good.” His chest rumbles with a laugh beneath my cheek. His hand comes up to smooth my hairs down from where they are tickling his cheek.

Kevin reaches for my stomach and places his hand there. I cover his with mine and close my eyes at the intimacy of the touch. Kevin releases a low, content sigh. I open my eyes, tilting my face up so we look at each other. We don’t need to share any words. We both know how deeply grateful we are for the life we share together. His lips pull apart into a smile and I feel a pinch build in my eyes.

“I love you.” We say it at the same time. Our foreheads press together and our eyes close again.

In our bed, in my husband’s arms, with Luca sleeping down the hall, there is nothing missing.

We have everything we need.

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