Page 118 of The Game
Three days ago, I found out I’m pregnant.
Knowing the most important game of his career was coming up, I decided not to tell Alexander beforehand.
I wanted him to be focused on this game.
It’s been the hardest challenge to keep it from him, knowing he’ll be ecstatic.
I decided to quit the pill after dealing with some hormonal imbalances. Even though we haven’t actively tried or tracked anything, I know this was a possibility, and when the two lines showed up, I nearly screamed out of happiness, but since Alexander was in bed right next door, I had to keep quiet.
I wanted to jump into his arms and tell him right away, so I’m ready for this game to be over.
I look up at the clock, one minute remaining.
“Come on, big bro,” Braden mutters beside me, he and Cameron as nervous as I am.
The whole family is gathered together as we watch the seconds tick down, before the final whistle blows and the Chicago Coyotes are announced as the winners of the Stanley Cup.
I feel my tears running down my cheeks as I hug my dad, Braden, Cameron, and Alexander’s parents. We’re all teary-eyed as we watch the team celebrate out on the ice.
He did it. They did it.
When Alexander lifts the cup above his head, his team cheering loudly in the background, I’m full-on sobbing with happiness.
It may be the pregnancy hormones, or just my love for my man.
Having them win at home as well, with the fans going crazy in the stands, anticipating this moment for years.
It feels like a full-circle moment.
Alexander hands the trophy off to Noah, and each player gets his moment of celebration; the crowd’s roars are as loud as ever.
When the whole team is through, they hand the trophy to their coach, lift him, and throw him into the air.
I laugh watching the scene unfold in front of me.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile, but right now, he’s beaming from ear to ear as the guys throw him again and again.
When the celebration quiets down, family and friends are allowed on the ice.
Alexander spots me and comes skating over to me.
He lifts me straight up into his arms, kissing me senseless as I wrap my arms around him.
“I’m so proud of you. Congratulations, baby,” I say against his lips.
He dries my tears with his thumbs, his own emotions apparent in his expression.
“Thank you, angel.”
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The moment is finally here.
We’ve been celebrating their win for hours. The Rove was transformed into the perfect location for the guys to celebrate with their loved ones.
Some are still going strong, drinking and partying like the world is ending tomorrow.
It’s been wonderful, but I’m dying to have Alexander to myself, eager to tell him my news.
