She cries out, her nails digging into my back as I pull her close, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me even deeper.
I move, slow and steady, my hips rolling into hers. Every thrust drags a gasp from her lips, her body welcoming me, gripping me like she never wants to let go. The bed creaks under us, the sound mixing with our ragged breaths, the slick slide of skin on skin.
She’s so fucking perfect. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me faster, harder, and I give her what she wants, my thrusts becoming desperate, my control fraying.
Her nails scrape down my back, her body tightening around me.
“Declan—I’m close—”
Her voice is high, breathless. I can feel her getting closer, and it’s all I can do not to lose it right then.
“Come with me,” I murmur, my voice low. She nods, her eyes locked on mine, her body trembling on the edge. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it just once—
She shatters with a cry, her back arching, clenching around me so tight it drags my own orgasm from me. I come with a moan, my release crashing over me, my cock pulsing deep inside her. Her body shakes beneath mine as she rides out the last waves of her climax.
I lie down next to her, my heart pounding against hers. She wraps her arms around me, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my chest, her breath evening out.
The room is quiet again, the only sound is our combined breathing. I press a kiss to her hair, my lips lingering.
She smiles, soft and content, her body relaxing into mine like she’s finally where she’s meant to be.
And for the first time in a long time, I think I am too.
After a moment, I brush my thumb along her arm. “You know,” I say quietly, “now that HR cleared everything, I’d like to tell the guys. The team. Let it be out there.”
She lifts her head slightly, eyes searching mine. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Feels good not to hide anymore.”
She hesitates, then nods. “Okay. Just… maybe keep this part between us for now?” she says, her hand sliding over her stomach.
I cover her hand with mine, warmth rising in my chest. “Of course. Just us.”
I kiss her hair, a quiet smile tugging at my mouth. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”
Morning light filters through the blinds, soft and golden across her skin.
For a second, I just lie there taking in the view: her blonde hair spilled across my pillow, one hand resting on her stomach. The reality of it hits again, quiet but steady: she’s carrying my child.
It still doesn’t feel real. Or maybe it feelstooreal, like every wrong turn, every injury, every setback led exactly here.
There’s no panic this time. No obligation, no noise. Just oddly calm. Just right.
She stirs a little. “You have to head in early?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her shoulder. “Meetings before skate. You working today?”
She nods against my chest. “Treatment room rotation this morning, then ice coverage.”
“Guess I’ll see you there.”
She smiles, sleepy but sure. “Guess you will.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering a second longer than I should before I pull away. She watches me grab my jacket, eyes soft, like she’s still memorizing the moment.
The kind of look that stays with you all day.
By the time I hit the rink, the place is already buzzing: staff setting up, McCarthy and David in meetings, players filtering in with that familiar mix of focus and energy.
