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“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand
in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full
effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.
pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my
parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a
really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.
gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to
you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.
start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are
staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the
house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give
him a grin.
saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?”
Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.
“I am saying
that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.
“So I get to
take this dress off you a second time?”
“Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls
his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I
give him a smug look and his goes still.
“What do you
mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.
you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on
my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”
dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.
“I hate you
sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.
don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.
breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that
makes my heart ram against my ribs.
“I think you’re
right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
“I love you,”
I say, kissing his lips softly.
“I love you,”
he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his
chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through
“Mind if I
cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to
smile at her.
“Be my guest,”
I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched
I smile to
myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding
the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek
turn pink at something my mother says to him.
“There you are!”
A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards
me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.
“Here I am!”
I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.
“Oh, Y/N, tonight
has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink
Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights
above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and
tears well behind her eyes.
to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own
eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious
boy wooing your mother right now.”
I giggle and
pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up
from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.
“I think she’s
had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.
“I think so
too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s
birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.
the poles seem untouched,” I say.
two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new
wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and
pecks Melissa on the mouth.
“My bad, she’s
all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing
came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking
both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh
as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine
both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of
dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to
my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands
tighten around my waist.
you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.
“What am I
doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.
exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with
you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a
few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.
because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose
sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.
“I can loosen
you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by
the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston
and I get to do that same shortly after.
“Come on,” I
say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and
secure Auston at my side.
We wave and
throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on
the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in
this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my
parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.
“Mom! Dad!” I
call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to
take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff
at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.
“Oh so soon?”
My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has
become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a
glimpse of her on the dancefloor.
I say, rubbing her back gently.
She puts her
hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.
look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.
“I look like
you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.
just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my
dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something
to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a
baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.
“I miss you
more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot
to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”
and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players
get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.
“Take care of
yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before
taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake
hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.
“And you take
care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.
sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is
intimidated by him.
“Come on,” My
mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him
back into the hotel.
Auston and I
make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The
second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat
and give him an amused look.
“Eager to go?”
I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.
“If you think
for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead
wrong,” he snaps at me.
saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I
muse, fighting a smile.
shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there
earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead,
making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if
could go in or not.
Once we pull
in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my
dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels
odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad
men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch
and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look
like right now.
no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom
door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel
around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought
mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in
silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.
I ask him and he glances at me.
different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.
“I was a
tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a
certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.
“Hey, it got
me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across
the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you
going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.
I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.
I walk over
to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.
“I wanted to
thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep
breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the
only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my
head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I
cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I
trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.
“When I came
home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something
different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I
did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And
when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home,
where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”
bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.
referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink
again each other.
in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I
realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an
eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling
into his neck.
“You know I’m
not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.
Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly
as does he.
“I love you,”
I pull back
to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.
at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk
of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he
doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time
pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and
step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist
and lifting me, laying me on my bed.
We take our time, this is slowest and
sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we
are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling
down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a
short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.
“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a
hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and
he jerks up.
“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into
giggles and he scowls at me.
“What did you wake me up for?”
“You forgot about the surprise I had
for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face
instantly brightens up.
“Your coach made me think of it,” I
tell him and he frowns.
“Babs made you think about something
for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.
“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll
my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand,
pointing my finger him. “Close them!”
Auston sighs and obliges, closing his
eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.
“Good boy,” I say and slip into the
closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once
“Eyes still closed?” I call and he
I peek quickly to just make sure and then
step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and
take a deep breath.
“Okay,” I say and his eyes open,
focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile
forms across his face.
“I thought you would never,” he quirks
and eyebrow at me and I shrug.
“Well, when you happen to fall for a
certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love…
or dislike less,” I grin at him.
“And the name and number?” Auston
asks, a smirk replacing the smile.
“I raided your closet, didn’t expect
to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and
silencing my words with a kiss.
“Better get used to that last name on
your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.
“Freddie! Max! Time to go!” I call to my husband and six year-old son, soon after hearing them running down the stairs.
“Okay, lets go.” Freddie says as he grabs Max’s little hockey bag. While Max got his goalie pads and sticks.
“Are you exited to practice with your dad buddy?” I ask as Freddie makes sure Max is buckled up.
“Yeah!” Max yells as I start reversing out of the driveway.
“Okay boys, we have a special guest.” Freddie says as he leads Max onto the ice. The small boy beaming through his mask the whole time.
“Hey Little Andy.” Mitch says high-fiving Max. While Max stays by his fathers side. Still intimidated by all the big hockey players.
Though as practice went on Max got more confident and comfortable, slowly separating from his dad to talk to the guys.
“babe?” Freddie asks while skating over to me.
“yeah?” I ask from my place sitting on the boards in front of the bench.
“Can we have another?” He asks hugging as best he could with all his gear on.
“Already ahead of you.” I reply with a wink.
“what?” He asks not understanding.
“I’m pregnant again.” I reply. Shortly after I am no longer on the bench but in Freddie’s arms as he gives me a light kiss on the lips. His smile taking up his whole face.
“how far?” He asks while setting me on the ice his arms around my waist and putting his forehead to mine.
“A month.” I reply looking into his eyes.
“I love you.” He says giving me another kiss.
“I love you too.” I reply then burst out laughing. This was because Mo had shot a puck at Freddie’s butt.
“There is a child here.” He says pointing to Mitch.
“oh and Max is here too.” Jake chimes in laughing.
Just then I feel a small hand tugging on my shirt. I look down and see Max.
“Why are they so mean to Uncle Mitch?” He asks with a child’s curiosity.
“We aren’t being mean. We are teasing him buddy.” Freddie chimes in.
“okay daddy.” Max says as he skates back to the net.
“he’s just like you, you know.” I say tapping Freddie on his nose.
“you think so?” He asks wrapping his arms around my waist.
As we look on I see him trip one of the guys when they get to close to him. Making Freddie and I laugh along with the rest of the guys.
“Yeah, he’s definitely like you.” I say turning around in his arms kissing him again. His hands coming to touch my stomach.
“I can’t believe we are having another little Andersen.” He says tears in his eyes. I see one of them fall so I quickly wipe it away. Kissing him quickly.
“Well we are-” I start to day only to be cut off by a hand pulling my shirt again. As I turn around I see Mitch.
“Freddie, Max tripped me.” Mitch wines like a small child.
“nobody likes a snitch, Mitchie.” I reply petting his head. Everything feeling to good to be true. I mean, I have a wonderful husband and son. I’m surrounded by amazing guys. Plus I’m having another little one.
Hey I don’t know if your request is open but if it is do you think you can do a William Nylander one where you two have a son named Noah and William takes him out to practice once and he goes on the ice with the team? I love you writing I read every thing you post it’s really good and I enjoy reading it!
When you first started dating William you knew that he was just like his dad. He loved to play hockey for the fun of it, not as a job, fame, or girls. He was charming, sweet, caring and loving. He knew how to make everyone laugh but he also knew how to make you melt with just a touch of his hand. When Noah came along he did everything that his father would do. He played hockey, only to see that smile on his smile on his son’s face. He also made sure that no matter what happen Noah came first.
“Hey Noah!” Mitch yelled with a smile as William walked in the locker room with his son.
“Hi, Uncle Mitch! I get to play with you today on the ice!!” The three year old said as he walked on his tiptoes towards his daddy’s stall.
“Yay!” Auston said as he scooped up the boy causing Noah to laugh.
“Your silly Uncle Auston.” Noah said as Auston set the boy down.
“At least am not funny looking like Uncle Mitch.”
“HEY!” Mitch said as he throw a dirty sock at Auston’s head.
While the boy’s fought, William got his son ready for the ice. He placed his pads one, along with his pants, skates, and his little Nylander jersey on. Once he was done getting Noah ready he handed Noah his stick and grabbed his stick as well.
“Ready, bud?” William asked as he walked out of the locker room and toward the ice.
Once on the ice William grabbed a puck and began to toss it to Noah.
“Toss it back to daddy, as hard as you can.” William said standing in place.
With a shake of the head Noah bent down, with his tongue out to the side before he shoot the puck as hard as he could to his dad.
“Good! Do it again…but try doing it like this.” William says as he tossed the puck back to his son. Noah does as his dad says causing his dad to smile.
“Looking good out there Noah. Maybe soon you’ll play for the Leafs.” Babcock says to the boy making his glow with happiness.
“Just makes sure you don’t play like Uncle Auston.” Mitch smiles as he pushes Auston a bit.
“I’m going to play like daddy!” Noah said proudly as he looks down at a grinning William who is taking off the boy’s skates.
-Mitch helping Scott get ready for the scolex wedding and vice versa
-Scott helping Mitch find a boyfriend, helping him pick outfits for dates, and them talking about every detail of the date afterwards together and being there for him to help him through his relationship problems
-Scott and Mitch are like brothers/sisters so when they have kids they will be called Uncle Scott and Uncle Mitch
-When Scott and Mitch are like 90 and they have like twenty Grammies they can still say they won their first one together :)
Summary: We have a stressed out Katniss and Peeta on the very day of the christmas Party. Will they make up? How does Johanna come into play?
I would like to thank and dedicate this story to my beautiful friend @papofglencoe for giving me inspiration and my husband for being amazingly supportive during all my writing stints. I would like to give huge thanks to @loveinpanem for giving me platform for my story.
Warning: I wrote this in the span of 4 days and it hasn’t been beta’d. All the mistakes are my own. I hope you all like it.
“Well what do you want me to do?” Peeta asked, pacing up and down the rug. He swiftly turned to look at his wife who was currently sitting on the large, plush sofa, legs stretched before her.
Katniss rubbed her now protruding stomach as she scowled and silently fumed, “Well I don’t know, Peeta but the fact that you forgot to bring the damn cookies is enough to piss me off. I mean, how could you forget?” she crossed her arms. “You knew we had a Christmas party today and you forgot.”