Drake

Five years later

Taylor graduated a few months ago with a Ph.D. in Psychology. She worked her ass off for the last five years to make her dreams happen. I’m so proud of her. Whatever she sets her mind to, she accomplishes.

Now that she’s working at the hospital, I stopped by and take her to lunch. Her last patient was thirty minutes ago, and when I sneak into her office, her head snaps in my direction. Shock scrolls across her face, her mouth falling open.

“Drake,” she says while getting up from behind the desk, pushing her chair behind her. “What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you home until tomorrow.”

“Surprise.” I throw my hands out at my sides. “I got back early from Boston.”

I proposed to Taylor at her graduation party.

She wanted to wait until she graduated. The second they approved our marriage license, we flew our friends out to California and got married at a winery in Napa Valley.

Much like our relationship, it was perfect.

Taylor was the most beautiful bride that ever walked down any aisle ever.

And I was the luckiest bastard on earth because I got to marry my best friend.

The only woman I have ever and will ever love.

She lunges at me, her fingers digging into my back as she hugs me. “I missed my hubs.” Pressing a kiss to my cheek, she sighs. “So much. A week is too long without you here to keep your side of the bed warm.”

After five years in the NHL, I’m now the starting goaltender for the Sharks.

My first two seasons were hard, the change almost unbearable compared to college hockey.

What hit me the hardest was the schedule.

Taylor had trouble with it at first, but now she’s used to me being on the road.

Years of practice have helped us find our groove, though the pain from the temporary loss never fades no matter how many years pass.

“Well, now I’m here.” I slide my hands down to her hips to feel her curves.

A simple touch awakens the carnal need inside me.

I’ve been dreaming of her all week, and now that she’s in front of me, I want to bend her over the desk.

“Paging, Dr. Donovan,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, “You have a hard cock that needs medical attention.”

“Drake, I’m at work.” She covers her mouth with her hand and giggles. “We can’t…”

I spin her around so her back is facing me and bend her over. She clutches the edge of her desk and sighs, looking over her shoulder at me. “I’m serious. Not here, okay?”

Taylor sits on her desk and peeks up at me with those wide, blue eyes that slice through me every time. She’s so damn gorgeous that sometimes I can’t catch my breath when I look at her.

How did I get this lucky?

“I have to tell you something.” The seriousness in her tone startles me.

Taylor reaches into her desk drawer and holds a white stick in the air for me to see.

It’s a pregnancy test. She points at the blue lines in the window.

“I know we just started trying, but apparently, you have some killer sperm.” Her smile illuminates her face to the point she’s glowing. “You will be a dad, Drake.”

Until today, I thought the happiest day of my life was our wedding day. Not even the NHL Draft could compare to marrying Taylor. She’s my everything, my world, and now we’re about to have a family.

Neither of us had to sacrifice our dreams to be together. It’s been a partnership from the start. We worked together every step of the way, and because of that, I know we can navigate any obstacles life throws at us.

Unable to contain my excitement, I lift her off the desk, her feet dangling in the air and smacking my shins. “We’re having a baby,” I say, almost in tears.

“And to think all of this was possible because of your dirty mind and one too many dick pics.” She laughs on my shoulder, and I lower her enough to smack a kiss on her lips.

“Speaking of dick pics…” I set her on the floor and wiggle my eyebrows at her. “I could still use some medical attention. I hear you can die from blue balls.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “No, you can’t.” Taylor glances to my left to check behind me. “But since no one is around, I think Dr. Donovan can see you now.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth, and then I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, stealing her last breath like I need it to survive. Because I do.