Page 56 of Power Play Daddies

There’s silence on the other end. Then, “Repeat that? Thought I heard you say ‘pregnancy test.’”

“Logan, please,” I whisper, my chest tight with panic.

He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, and when he does, his tone is soft but serious. “Just hold on. I’m on my way.”

Twenty minutes later, Logan is sitting beside me in my tiny office, holding my hand. The test sits on my desk like a bomb about to go off.

“You ready?” he asks, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of my hand.

“No,” I say honestly.

“Well, too bad. We gotta look.” He picks up the test, his expression unreadable.

I’m holding my breath. I can’t breathe. I can’t?—

“Positive.”

The word feels like a punch to the gut. I blink at him, waiting for him to say he’s joking, that he read it wrong. But he doesn’t.

“I’m pregnant?” I whisper, the words foreign in my mouth.

“Who? What? How? I mean, I know how, but like,how?I think we need you to go see a doctor to get a clear-cut answer…” Logan rumbles.

At the fucking start of my career, I get knocked up.

Fuck, fuck!

“Shit! Logan, I don’t even know who the father is,” I mutter, burying my face in my hands. “What the actual fuck?”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Kieran

The energyin the rink is electric.

The crowd’s roar echoes in my chest as we step onto the ice. Miami Icemen versus the Outlaws—it’s not just a game. It’s a battle.

These bastards are cocky.

Beau skates ahead, slapping his stick on the ice. “Let’s light it up tonight, boys!”

“Damn straight,” Mason calls back from the goal. He’s already tapping his posts, laser-focused.

I skate past Tanner and give him a nudge. “Keep your elbows clean this time, T.”

Tanner smirks. “Can’t make promises.”

We huddle at center ice. Coach’s voice cuts through the noise, steady and sure. “Play smart. No stupid penalties. Defense, lock it down. Forwards, keep the pressure. Let’s fucking go.”

The puck drops, and the game explodes. Beau’s like a damn bulldozer, charging into their zone.

He snaps the puck to Asher, who sends it screaming at the net. Their goalie deflects it, but it’s too fast, too furious.

Rhett catches the rebound and buries it.

The horn blares. The crowd goes insane.

By the second period, it’s neck and neck. The Outlaws aren’t letting up, and we’re down a player thanks to some bullshit penalty.