Request: i’d like to give you the option for a player of your choice.
essentially, you have a son with them. you drive your son from many-an-early
morning practice. your child always comes first. and your husband suffers
because of it he says because your never at the team events or dinners. and you
guys get in an argument. and he says your never around and that your son should
hang up his skates for the sake of the family. just really full of angst??
Author’s Note: This request was gold. I hope you like it! :)
“Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow night?” Nate asked
as he walked into the house, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter where your
six-year-old was quietly practicing his letters and eating his after-school
“Hi Daddy!” Caleb said excitedly, his eyes lighting up when
Nate rounded the counter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“Hey little man.” Nate answered before turning back to you. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow night… tomorrow night…” you muttered, your
mind racing as you mentally went through your schedule. You got off from work
early, picked Caleb up from school, homework, dinner, Caleb’s hockey game… Closing
the dishwasher, you looked at your meticulously kept calendar on the side of
the fridge. There was nothing else listed on tomorrow’s date. “A coat?”
you asked, looking back to Nate confused. “The arena is really cold?”
His eyes hardened as he clenched his jaw, something he only
did when he was trying to refrain from saying something inappropriate in front
of his son. “There’s a team dinner tomorrow night.” he said, an edge
creeping into his voice.
“Oh, right. You had told me about it.” you nodded,
remembering that he had in fact mentioned it.
“Then why isn’t on your precious calendar?” he sneered,
pointing at tomorrow’s date as he walked around the counter, studying your neat
“Because Caleb has a game.” you explained, pinching the
bridge of your nose, knowing the argument that was coming; again.
“And we have a team dinner. With our families.” he said
pointedly, his eyes looking from you to Caleb and back.
“So you’ve said.” you sighed. “And when was that
planned, Nate?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I told you about it last week.”
“And even last week I could have told you that we couldn’t
make it because I have a game to take Caleb to.” you explained, your temper
rising. “We get his schedule at the beginning of the season. You’ve known
for months that he’s had this game scheduled.”
“Damn it.” Nate yelled, his hand slamming onto the counter
top in front of him. “You can’t skip one game?” he demanded.
“No, Nate. We don’t skip games, we don’t skip tourneys, we
don’t skip practices. You only get better with hard work and dedication,
remember?” you told him, repeating the words he said to Caleb so many times
back to him. You took the empty plate from in front of Caleb away,
flashing him a reassuring smile.
“All you ever do take him to practices and games. You’re
never here. I never see the two of you.” he said. “And you want me to go
to a family dinner. Alone.”
“We should be free for the next one.” you said, putting the
dishes in the sink. “Caleb’s season should be over by then. Why don’t you
just come to his game with me?”
“Why are you so nonchalant about this?” Nate
demanded. “You don’t care that you’re missing another family event?”
“I care, Nate. I do. And I’m sorry we can’t go, but we
committed to this team and we can’t skip games. Sports require sacrifice. You
already know that.”
“Well then maybe it’s time for Caleb to quit playing hockey
if it’s interfering with family life.” he spat. You heard a pencil clatter to
the counter top, turning you saw Caleb looking at you, his eyes already
“Momma?” he asked, looking at you desperately.
“Baby, why don’t you take your worksheet to your room and
I’ll come up really soon to help you, okay?” you told him, helping him down
from the stool. He nodded, not looking at Nate as he dashed towards the stairs.
You whirled around, facing Nate who was too mad to notice
the damage he had just caused. “Caleb and I are the ones making a
sacrifice, we don’t get to see you because of your job. And I agreed to that
when I married you, but don’t even think about taking your anger out on a six-year-old
and make it seem like the one hobby he participates in is an inconvenience for
you.” you hissed. “I don’t have time for this bullshit, Nate.” you
“All I want is to spend some fucking time with my wife.” he
growled. “But you don’t have time for that either, do you?”
It was like the wind had been knocked out of you. Did he
really think you didn’t have time for him, that you didn’t want to spend time
with him? You stared at him as he headed out of the back door, disappearing
into the yard.
Pausing outside of Caleb’s bedroom door, you noticed he had
turned the lights off; only the faint light from his nightlight spilled into
the hall. You could hear his muffled cries as you stepped into the room;
flipping the lights on. Caleb’s head was buried under his pillow, sobs wracking
through his tiny body. Crossing the room quickly, you kneeled beside his bed so
you were eye level with him; running your hand comfortingly over his back.
“It’ll be okay, baby.” you told him reassuringly. “You
don’t have to cry; everything will be okay.”
His cries lessened over the next few minutes; finally, his
eyes appeared as he lifted the pillow from his head, looking out at you with
red eyes, his cheeks still damp with tears.
“A-am I still gonna play hockey?” he whimpered, his
breathing uneven. “Is daddy making me quit?” he asked, his eyes glossing
over again as he thought about it.
“Of course you’re still playing hockey, baby. Daddy just got
upset.” you explained, your heart aching for Caleb.
“Why? What did I do?” he asked helplessly. Your heart broke,
your poor son did nothing short of worship his father and for Caleb to think
Nate was mad at him, it hurt to the core.
“Daddy isn’t mad at you, Caleb. He’s upset with me, but
it’ll be okay.” you assured him. “I’ll talk to him.” Caleb nodded, taking a
shuddering breath as he calmed down at your words. “Is your homework finished?”
“Yeah, momma.” he said, pointing to the desk in the corner.
“Good job, baby. Make sure your bag is packed for your game
tomorrow alright?” you told him.
He nodded eagerly, sitting up as he tossed the pillow to the
side, his tiny arms encircling your neck, pulling you in tightly. “Thanks
momma.” he said excitedly. “I won’t be able to play as good as daddy if I can’t
go to practice anymore.”
Dinner was in the oven and Caleb was busy playing in his
room. You had time to think about your earlier conversation with Nate, time to
cool down and you needed to find him; you needed the two of you to sort this
out. You walked past your bedroom door, Nate sitting on the edge of the bed. Stepping
quietly into the room, you shut the door behind you; Nate only glancing up when
you came to a stop in front of him.
“I’m taking Caleb to his game tomorrow night.” you told him,
saying a silent prayer that he had calmed down.
“But we have a family dinner with the team.” he said firmly.
“Then go, Nate.” you said with a sigh. “I have to take
him to his game.” you said desperately.
“You’ve been missing things all season!” he yelled.
You paused, doing your best to keep your emotions in check
before responding as calmly as you could manage. “Nate, when we decided to have
kids, we agreed that we would anything necessary do to support them and their
dreams. Right now, playing hockey is his dream.”
“When we decided to have kids, I didn’t think you’d have to
miss every fucking event I needed you to be at.” he snapped, his face flushed
red with anger.
“What am I supposed to tell him, Nate? I’m supposed to tell
him that daddy is allowed to play hockey but he can’t? You want me to tell him
he can’t play because mommy had to miss Casino Night and a team dinner?”
“You’ve missed more than those two, (Y/N).” Nate said, his
eyebrow raised. “You couldn’t find someone else to take him to his game?”
“He’s six, Nate! How many games did your parents miss when
you were a kid? How many games did you play without at least one of your
parents there?” you asked, Nate’s face paling as you stared at him. “How many?”
you demanded when he didn’t respond; already knowing the answer.
“None.” he finally sighed. “One of them was always
there.” he said defeated.
“And they might not have been missing Casino Night, Nate,
but they were missing something. A business dinner, a night out with their
friends. There was always something else they could have been doing, but they
chose to go to your games.” you reasoned, your voice a little louder than
necessary; still trying your best to remain calm.
“You’re right.” he interjected sharply, shaking his
head. “Now what? Are you going to stand there and tell me how wrong I
Your face softened, shaking your head as you took soft steps
towards him until you were by his side; his eyes locked on the
ceiling. “That’s not the point, Nate.” you said quietly sitting down
beside him on the bed. “He wants to play hockey. Until he tells me he
wants to quit, I’m going to keep waking up at 4:30 in the morning to drive him
where he needs to go. Until he tells me to stop, I’m going to drag him all over
the state of Colorado to his games and tourneys.”
His eyes drifted over to you, biting his lip as his face
scanned yours. “I know. I’m being irrational.” he said, closing his eyes.
He uncrossed his arms, his hand brushing across your thigh before entwining his
fingers with yours. “He needs you to be there.” he said, slowly opening
“You know, this is all your fault.” you chided lightly, Nate’s
narrowing his eyes. “Every morning we have to wake up early, he tells me he
feels like you. You’ve told him about your early morning practices with your
mom one to many times.”
“I guess I’m a bad influence.” he grumbled.
“You’re the best influence he could have. Even if you do get
grumpy sometimes.” you smiled, nudging him in the side. “We’re lucky to have
“Who are you kidding? We’re lucky to have you.” he said. The
hardness evaporated from face, the tension falling from his shoulders as he
exhaled against you, nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck. “I just
miss you.” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“What?” you gasped, surprised at his admission.
“I just miss spending time with you.” he said sadly. “We’re
just so busy. I’m in and out on road trips, you have all of his practices, your
own work to do; making sure nothing gets forgotten or falls through the cracks.”
“Apparently, I haven’t been doing a good enough job if
you’re feeling like this.” you told him, leaning closer to him.
“It’s fine, baby. You’re taking care of our son, that’s what
“But we should be taking care of each other, too. I know
it’s hard right now, he needs more attention, but once he grows up, it’ll be
back to just the two of us. Sooner rather than later he won’t even want me
driving him to practice.” you told him. “I just want to be around while he
still wants me to be there.”
“I guess I can stick it out until then.” Nate smiled.
“Come with me to his game tomorrow night. He’d love to have
you there. He brags about you to his teammates all the time.” you said. “Then
the three of us could have a real family dinner.”
“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll tell the boys I can’t make it.”
“You should invite Gabe to come, he’d love it.” you smiled,
knowing how partial Gabe was to your son. “And this weekend Caleb leaves
for a 4-day hockey camp. If you would have read a little further into my
precious calendar, you would have seen that we have this whole weekend to
“Sounds perfect.” he replied, pressing kiss to your forehead.
I had a long day at work and decided to let loose tonight. I put in a crop too and a striped pencil skirt to go along with it. My hair is lightly wavy giving some volume. I put on too faced matte lipstick ‘when in doubt’ and call an uber to come and take me to the new club in L.A. I receive a text from the one and only Nate.
Hey lil mama where are you at?
Heading to the new club downtown ‘Private Show’
See you at the entrance
I smile as I see his text. Nate and I are just friends, but we have a flirty side. We tease each other every time we are alone. I love seeing the look of frustration on his face when I deny him of any further advances. The car pulls up to the club and Nate is at the entrance. Girls surround him touching his arms. He sees me get out of the car and walks fast paced towards me. The looks on the girls faces could have me buried 6 feet under ground.
“Look beautiful as always Y/N” Nate whispers growls in my ear. As his hands travel from the middle of my back to me ass and gives it a squeeze. I smack Nate’s hand away to drag him to the dance floor.
“Y/N. You know I don’t dance” Nate says as I drag him along.
“No you may not but it’s called 'private show’ for a reason right?” I whisper seductively in his ear. I look up at Nate and see him wearing a smirk on his face. We walk towards the dance floor but turn to the right where doors are slightly opened for use. I walk into the room and turn off the lights.
“Sit in the chair right there” I point to a chair in the middle of the room as I start the music. Closing the door and locking door I make my way towards Nate. The music starts up and I put Nate’s hands on my hips. I sway my hips side to side before removing his hands from my body. I see a stripper pool on a platform near Nate. I took some classes so I hope they help me out. I dance around it and look at Nate staring at me hungrily.
“Shit I can’t take any more this teasing” Nate says as I twirl around the pole. His hands are on my hips pressing me against the pole. I turn around and face him.
“I only tease because you haven’t made a move yet” I tell him a little out of breath. He stares at me before lifting me over his shoulder. We open the door to find a couple waiting outside the room. Nate walks through the club bumping into people without apologizing. His car is parked up front putting me in the car.
“I want a private show but more touching” Nate says a hand on my knee squeezing it as we park at my house driveway. I walk towards the door with Nate following. The door opens and I start walking up the stairs before being pushed against the wall.
“You want a private show I’ll give it to you” I say as he removes my clothing leaving me in a bra and panties. I lead him towards my room. Nate sits on the edge of the bed watching my every move. I slowly start dancing as I walk towards him. I sit in his lap slowly grinding on him.
“Y/N” he moans out before flipping us over. Nate unclips my as he leaves kisses on my neck. I arch my back as he moves lower down my body. Slowly he pulls my panties down and leaves slow kisses on my inner thighs. He finally gets to where I need him close kissing my heat before removing his clothing.
“Nate” whimper out as he detaches from my body
“I would love to go down on you but I need you so bad after all that teasing you did” he says rolling a condom onto his cock. He spreads my legs and moves to sit in between my now spread legs. Nate enters me slowly and keeps this rhythm for a few minutes.
“Na-” I’m interrupted by a loud moan escaping my mouth. This causes Nate to pick speed. Nate groaned into my ear as his thrusts get faster and deeper. His hands hold onto the beds head board as he picks up more speed. My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer to me. I leave trails of scratches on his back as he moves to a slower pace but hitting my g spot every time.
“Fuck… I love-” a loud grown escapes Nate as he reaches his climax soon triggering mine. He pulls out and throws away the uses condom. I pat the spot next to me and allow him to come under the covers.
“I need a private show at least 3 times a week” he exhales as he lays me on top of him. I draw lazy circles on his chest.
“You can if you want” say leaving a few kisses on his shoulder.
“I want to but the right way" he replays lifting up my chin.
“Ho- be my girlfriend Y/N. You said you only teased me because I haven’t made a move well now I made my move what do you say?”
“Of course Nate” I say kissing his lips.
“Let have round 2” Nate says as he sits me up on his lap.
Tonight will be a long night…..
Hope you all have an amazing day😘