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Chapter 30

Taylor – A Week Later

I breathe heavily as I eye the net opposite me on the other end of the rink and the objects I’ve placed randomly on the ice.

My heart is pounding, and my back is sweaty, but I ignore it all and focus on the net.

“3,2,1,” I mumble before dropping the puck and skating as fast as I can, bringing it with me by my stick. I swerve and dodge the first obstacle, moving the puck side to side, ensuring it’s close before dodging the next obstacle and the next. Without a single thought, I pull my stick back and shoot, the puck going into the net, and I huff out a breath.

I’ve been at this for over an hour, trying to improve my speed and skills so that I can be ready for tomorrow. It’s for the Stanley Cup, and I want it badly—not for me but for my team, my family, and Penelope.

I want to see my son place his hand on the cup.

Taking a deep breath, I move to get the puck to do the drill again. As I skate to the other end of the rink, I move the obstacles for the eleventh time.

I should be resting, but I can’t. I need to make sure I’m on it for tomorrow, much to Pen’s dismay.

She said she wanted to spend the day with me and that she had something to share, so I promised her dinner, and thankfully, she understood.

Fuck, I can’t wait to make her my wife.

After celebrating with friends and family, I spent the night inside her before she revealed that she didn’t want a lavish wedding. Apparently, my girl wants to go to city hall as soon as possible, which we will do the day after tomorrow. We have to get through the game, then I’ll do whatever she wants because, well, I can’t deny her.

Honestly don’t know how I got so lucky with Pen, she’s fucking perfect.

I roll my shoulders and bend, ready to try this course again before I do sprints then I can get home to my family.

An hour later, I breathe heavily as I shoot the puck, hitting the back of the net, and I grin. I’m happy because I know I’m ready for tomorrow, but maybe I should do a few more times just to be sure.

Chuckling, I move to the net, about to try it again but quickly look up at the clock to ensure I do indeed have enough time to do one round, but my eyes widen.

Five thirty.

Shit.

“Fuck,” I curse, seeing I’m half an hour late for dinner.

I look around the rink and groan, knowing I have to put all this shit away because Denny will be here at four thirty tomorrow morning to go over the ice with the Zamboni machine. Dammit, Pen is going to be pissed.

Huffing, I quickly skate around the rink, grab the cones and sticks I used as obstacles, toss them over to the stands before returning to my stick and the puck.

I grab them as well and turn, but I freeze when I lock eyes with my girl standing near the gateway. She is wearing a pretty dark red sweater dress and ankle boots, and her arms are crossed over her chest.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Pen, I lost track of time…,” I admit as I skate over to her. When I get close, I drop the puck and my stick with the other shit, then grab the barrier on either side of the open gate, locking eyes with hers.

I frown because no anger shows in her eyes, and she has a small smile.

“Our son is with my dad, and our pizza is on the seat over there,” she nods to the first seat in the stands, “I’ve been sitting here for half an hour waiting for you to finish.”

I blink, “But you said you wanted an evening with me?”

She grins, “I did, but I knew you’d get carried away, so I brought dinner to you.”

My stomach flutters as I grab hold of her hips and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, not caring that she’s in a dress, as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I mumble, “I fucking love you,” making her giggle and reply, “I love you too.”

I grin, loving that sound, and I skate backward, causing her to tighten around me, but she doesn’t complain or lose her smile.

I pick up speed, making her gasp as she looks around. Not an ounce of fear is coming off her, only awe, and I relish that look as I continue to stake backward around the rink.

I skate around for a little while, loving being like this with her while she plays with my hair at the base of my neck, her face pressed into the crook of it.

The moment is perfect.

“I love you, you know that,” she mumbles, and I grin.

“Yeah, Firecracker, I know,” I answer her as I stake towards the gate. When we get close, I tap her thigh, and she unwraps her legs and I gently lower her back on safe ground. We lock eyes, hers racing between mine, and I furrow my brows.

“Is everything okay, Firecracker?” I ask her, her nerves showing high.

“Yeah,” she whispers, “I uh just, there’s a reason why I wanted some time with you tonight.”

Her voice trembles, and concern hits me. Without a second thought, I step off the ice, walk over to where our pizza is, and sit before unlacing my skates. I remove them before sitting up and eyeing my girl.

She’s trembling a little, spinning her engagement ring around her finger, and I swallow hard.

Fuck I hope she’s not having second thoughts.

“Come here, Firecracker,” I rasp, and she takes a deep breath and walks my way. When she stops before me, I grab her hips and yank her down, making her gasp, but she understands what I want and straddles my legs.

Gently, I cup her cheek, and I whisper, “Talk to me, Pen, what’s going on?”

She blinks, then clears her throat and says, “Did you know I was on the pill when we conceived Huddy?”

Okay, that's not where I thought she was going.

“I wasn’t aware, no baby, but I didn’t really care. I knew I just wanted you,” I admit, and she smiles a little.

She takes a deep breath, “Well when we found each other again, I was put back on the pill to help regulate my periods…” I raise a brow, and she winces, then admits, “Taylor, I uh, the uh, I mean…” she squeezes her eyes shut and mumbles, “Crap, I’m making a mess of this.”

I chuckle and say, “Firecracker, you couldn’t make a mess of anything. Now, why do I need to know about the pill you’re taking?”

She opens her eyes, and they race between mine before admitting, “It failed again.”

My mouth parts, and I stutter, “You, uh, you uh…. You’re pregnant?”

She swallows, then nods slowly and admits, “Four weeks. I felt lightheaded at work last week, Kelly questioned when my last period was, and I realized I was late,” my heart pounds as she takes a deep breath, “She did an internal ultrasound and confirmed the pregnancy.”

She presses her lips together as soon as she’s done explaining, and I just watch her for a moment. She’s pregnant again, and this time, I will get to experience everything.

Fuck me, she’s having my baby – again!

“Fuck,” I breathe before I grip the back of her head and bring her forward before slamming my lips against hers hard.

She gasps, allowing me to shove my tongue into her mouth, and within seconds, Pen kisses me back just as hard, and I groan.

Without a second thought, knowing we are alone and the CCTV is switched off because, well, I switched it off, I move my hand between us and quickly find her panties. I moan when I grip the soaked fabric, and I pull hard, tearing it from her body.

She groans and runs her fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly. I quickly pull my sweats down and remove my rock-hard cock, then place it at her entrance while gripping her hip with my other hand. I guide her down, and we both moan once she’s seated.

Our kiss heats up, I tilt my head and deepen it before I grip her hip tighter and encourage her to move. Slowly she moves her hips up, then slams down and swivels her hips before repeating the action for several minutes, the sensation is fucking amazing.

Her wet, warm cunt hugs my cock perfectly.

“Fuck,” I gasp when her pussy tightens around me, she picks up speed, and I help guide her, holding off my own release until she gets hers.

“ Yes!” she screams as her orgasm takes over, and she comes. I gasp at how tight she squeezes me, and I let my orgasm fly, and I come inside her, moaning and repeating her name, “Pen…,” Before I slam her down one last time and she falls against me, breathing hard.

Fuck, I love when we have spontaneous sex, and with two kids, we’re going to have to come up with ways because I can’t go longer than twenty-four hours without being inside her.

“So, I’m guessing you’re happy about the pregnancy then?” she breathes, and I chuckle.

“More like over the moon,” I admit, and she pulls back and presses her forehead against mine.

“Two kids under the age of two,” she mutters, and I hum and reply, “More like, two kids for my parents to fight over.”

“You definitely would not have reacted this way with Hudson,” she states, and I grin back.

I admit, “Probably not, but then again, I knew then you were mine, so who knows?”

Pen gently kisses my lips, then mumbles, “I love you,” and I mumble back, “I love you two,” before kissing her harder, feeling so fucking happy.

And the day after tomorrow, when we have that cup, I get to marry this amazing girl.

Fuck I’m a lucky fucker, and I have got everything I never knew I even wanted.