Player: Morgan Rielly – Toronto Maple Leafs
Prompt: You and Morgan are expecting your first child, you had hoped that the baby would wait till after the playoffs to arrive, but the little one had other plans.
Mentions: Maple Leafs Roster mentioned slightly.
Warnings: Slight Cussing.
Preview: The pregnancy had been going smoothly. You were 35 weeks and the Leafs were in midst of their playoff run. You were currently dedicating your time convincing the little Beaut to stay safe and sound in your belly.
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You and Morgan had been married only a little over a year when you found out you were expecting your first child. Morgan was beyond excited. He went out and basically bought out every baby store in Toronto. The rest of the team were no different. The little one was being spoiled before they were even born. The boys were beyond excited that their team “Mom & Dad” were now going to be real parents.
You and Morgan had decided not to find out the sex, Mo was fond of it being a surprise. You resorted to calling the baby little Beaut. Kannon had other ideas and called the baby big bird. You were hoping you would not be pushing out an eight-foot yellow bird in just a few weeks.
The pregnancy had been going smoothly. You were 35 weeks and the Leafs were in midst of their playoff run. You were currently dedicating your time convincing the little Beaut to stay safe and sound in your belly. You were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth when Morgan walked in from morning practice.
“Hey Mama, You okay? You were up and down all night.” He asked wrapping his arms around your protruding belly.
“Just couldn’t get comfortable last night” you smiled trying to pass it off as simply just that, it wasn’t a complete lie. What you left out is that it was all the cramping that was making you uncomfortable. You called your doctor once Morgan had left for practice and he said you should be fine as long as your water didn’t break or the contractions weren’t too close.
“Are you joining me for my pregame nap?” Mo asked, bringing you from your thoughts.
“Ill lay down with you, but if I can’t get comfortable I will go downstairs. I don’t want to keep you up.” You walked over to the bed and laid down with him. He quickly fell asleep. But the cramps kept coming, now a bit closer.
You quickly got up praying not to wake up Mo. He was still out when you reached the door. You smiled at him sleeping so peacefully.
You went downstairs and into the kitchen. You hoped eating something would help settle the little one in your belly. You began making a sandwich, talking to your belly.
“Listen here, little Beaut. I can’t wait to meet you but Daddy has a very important game. So that means you need to keep your little butt in there.”
You felt a kick as if the baby was answering in rebellion.
“Don’t you sass me.” You heard a laugh and turned to see Mo walking down the stairs in his suit.
“Little Beaut being sassy are they?” he asked placing a kiss on your forehead.
“We are going to have our handful aren’t we?”
“Between the little Beaut and the rookies? For sure.” You laughed at his answer.
“Lucy is going to pick you up?” he asked
“Yep, I will see you at the game Captain” You smiled
As you heard the door close, the cramps continued.
“Why won’t you listen!” You threw your hands up as you walked up the stairs to get ready. This baby was leaning towards being more and more like the rookies. You were going to the game and this baby was staying in your stomach.
You had just slipped into one of Morgan’s old practice jerseys. It was one of the only things that felt these days.
You had just finished getting ready, between more and more cramps, as Lucy pulled up. You walked down the driveway and by the time you pulled yourself into her car, you were out of breath.
“Are you alright Mama Rielly?” she immediately asked obviously concerned.
“I am fine, just some cramps, it’s nothing.” You answered through your breathing.
“I am pretty sure they are called contractions when you are pregnant Hun and that we should be going to a hospital, not a hockey game.” She answered refusing to pull out of the driveway.
“Lucy. The doctor said I was fine as long as my water doesn’t break and that the cramps… contractions are not close enough. We are going to the game, I am going to watch my husband win, and this baby is staying in my stomach.” You said quite blatantly, trying to convince yourself more than Lucy.
“Let’s go to a hockey game then,” Lucy replied pulling from the driveway.
Lucy helped you up to the family suite where the attention was quickly turned to you. The girls flocking to you all rubbing your stomach and making sure you were okay. All you wanted to do was sit down.
You finally found your seat and were trying to get through that pointless breathing they taught you at Lamaze class when you were approached by Kannon. He came up and put his ear to your belly.
“How is Big Bwird?” he asked as he rubbed your belly with your hand.
You couldn’t help but smile. “Big Bird is not listening to their mommy.”
“That’s not good when I no listen I get timeout.” Kannon looked back down at your belly. “You no like timeout big bwird, no fun.”
You giggled. “Come on Kannon, Let’s let Auntie Y/N watch the game.” Molly smiled at you as she took Kannon to their seats.
Lucy sat down next to you, “How far apart are they now?”
“A few minutes maybe?” you answered as you tried to breathe through another contraction.
“Y/N we should really go to the hospital.”
“I can make it, Luc.” You tried to convince her as you turned to watch the game.
You had made it hallway through the game. It was the middle of the second period, the score was tied. That was until Morgan scored a breakaway goal and you all stood up to cheer.
Your smile dropped as you felt the liquid drip down your legs. Your shock was quickly over thrown by a contraction. This one was the worst one you had experienced.
“Fuck.” You almost yelled as you gasped for air. All eyes were suddenly on you.
“Yep, it’s time to go.” Lucy grabbed your hand and lead you towards the door. Steph was following you but was headed towards downstairs.
You looked back at her and everyone else. “No one tells him! Not until the game is over!” you demanded.
The girls looked at you. “But Y/N…”
Promise me you won’t, or I will stay until the game is over.” You stared them all down and they knew you were serious.
You looked at Lucy. “Now let’s go have a baby.”
You reached the hospital and the contractions had calmed down and you were settled into the room. Morgan’s Mom had gone to the house to pick up your hospital bag and a change of clothes for Morgan since you all knew he would rush straight here. Lucy was feeding you ice chips as the three of you were watching the rest of the Leafs game. You prayed it didn’t go into overtime.
The game ended and the Leafs had won. All the guys were on the ice celebrating winning. That’s when they all turned and looked confused at both Steph and Sydney running out on the ice. They both almost tackled Morgan. You suddenly watched Morgan race towards the locker room as all the guys were behind him.
You shook your head. Not 15 minutes had passed before the door to your room swung open. There stood Morgan, still have dressed in his hockey gear.
He rushed to your side. “Y/N! Are you okay? Why didn’t you come get me?”
“I’m fine, it was a big game. You didn’t need to sit here with me, I’m not that far into labor.”
“But what if you were? I would never miss this. You and this baby come before hockey any day of the week. How long have you been feeling contractions?”
“Since last night maybe?” You shrugged trying to look innocent.
“Okay maybe I should have told you, but everything worked out. So let’s just focus on now meeting the little Beaut. Plus, I’m about to push your child out, I get a free pass” You smiled.
He chuckled placing a kiss to your temple.
“Now go change, you stink.” You giggled.
He rolled his eyes and took his clothes from his mother.
A few hours and quite a few curse words later, you were lying in bed next to Mo holding your baby girl.
“She really is a Beaut,” Morgan whispered in your ear, stroking the newborn’s cheek.
“What should we name her?” you asked looking up at your husband.
“Charlotte, we can call her Charlie.” He smiled not taking his eyes off of her.
“I love it, Charlotte Grace Rielly.”
Morgan took his eyes off of her for a second, “We are parents.”
“We are, should we introduce her to the rest of her siblings?”
He laughed as he got up, taking one more look at his little family before he went into the waiting room.
Soon your room was filled with the entire Toronto roster. All of them swooning over the little baby in your arms.
And your family was complete.