Some love stories are even better than fiction.
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This is a special holiday edition of the Puck Post. We usually take today off, but we wanted to pop in and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
We hope you enjoy spending time with your friends and loved ones, celebrating the reason for the season.
Happy birthday, Jesus!
We also wanted to give you a gift that can’t be wrapped … wait for it … the one and only Fletch Turley #71 is rumored to be coming back to an arena near you by, if not before, January. If that’s not a reason to cheer, we don’t want to hear it.
During his time recovering from a jaw injury, not only did he contribute meaningfully to his community in Nebraska (#KnightsNation!), he also got married in a quick and private ceremony, sources say.
Coach Badaszek nearly has his entire roster in meaningful relationships. Puck Bunnies beware.
But that’s not all, in a wacky twist of events, during a press conference the other day, a woman who was not wearing an authorized badge but claimed to be from the Cobbiton DailyCaller, Fletch’s local paper, stated that if he wasn’t going to allow his mother-in-law to host a proper reception, he should at least plan a honeymoon.
We’re not sure what that was all about, but a parade of Knights WAGs descended with—not pucks and sticks, nope—cakes and cookies, asking if the supposed journalist needed a friend.
We’ll leave the speculation to you, but there’s no doubt Fletch will be coming out on top and very likely planning a trip after Finals.
Merry Christmas and happy hockey days!
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@WriterOnTheStorm: I still can’t figure out why Badaszek held #71 back for so long.
@DollyPuckton: The man has his reasons.
@TiffOnFleek: Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for him, but at this rate, there won’t be any available hot hockey players left. Can ya help a girl out?
@JeremySP: I’m single @TiffOnFleek. Can I slide into your DMs?
@NumberTenFanNumberOne: This is not a dating app.
@DollyPuckton: But love matches do get made!
@HockeyAddict764: For the love, can we please stick to hockey ONLY?
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EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
I typeThe Endon my manuscript and sit back, watching snowflakes drift past the bay window of my writing room. The Victorian on Cornsilk Drive has transformed over the past year—not just the physical renovations that Fletch oversaw, but the way it finally feels like a home filled with warmth and laughter instead of distance and silence.
My latest book,Mail-Order Mistletoe Meet Cute, became my most successful novel yet. Critics praised its “authentic portrayal of unexpected love” and “genuine emotional depth.” If only they knew how little research I actually needed to do since it’s a holiday hockey romcom, which is more or less what I’m living in real life … and I love it.
Sporting a red-and-green bandana for the holidays, Bailey barks at the door, his signal that it’s time to leave for the game.
On the wall in our bedroom is a framed printout of our Heartland Happily Ever After marriage contract, so we always remember how this all started—with a situation “nuttier than a fruitcake”—and never forget to end the day with laughter, smiles, snuggles, and smooches.
I slip on Fletch’s jersey, number seventy-one withTURLEYemblazoned across the back. When I first wore it, it felt oversized and borrowed. Now it feels like belonging. The smile I get from him when he spots me in the stands cheering for my man is priceless.
Plus, for every goal he gets, the guys have to chip in another thousand for the children’s Ho Ho Hockey charity game—new year, new rules.
Speaking of money, my career was saved and my student loans were paid off, meaning now I can write without the pressure of having what felt like never-ending debt.
