“Thanks, man. Where’s the wife?”
Crosby sighed. “Off in Florida with her parents. Things have been rough for a while.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “What happened?” I could tell that he needed to get the weight off his chest.
“I found a paternity test hidden in her desk drawer. Watson isn’t mine.”
I couldn’t fucking believe it. “What the hell?”
Crosby’s shoulder slouched. “I’m just glad I found out sooner than later. She can rot in hell for all I care. The divorce papers are already drafted.”
I clanked my beer bottle to his. “Good luck. Let us know if you need anything.”
“I appreciate it. But enough of the boohoo shit. I am dying to know what you guys are having.”
I shook my head at my goalie. “You’re just going to have to wait until we cut the cake.”
I walked over to Karla, who was sitting on the couch talking to Myla. “Is it time?” I was on pins and needles, couldn’t wait to tell everyone.
Myla hopped up. “I’ll gather everyone into the dining room.”
Once everyone was in place, with their blue or pink hats on, Karla and I brought the cake in. The bakery had done an amazing job making it. There were blue and pink question marks all over it.
“So, who wants it to be a boy?” Karla asked, wearing head to toe pink. A bunch of people cheered.
“Who wants it to be a girl?” I yelled, not ashamed that I was also decked out in pink. More people cheered with me and Karla cut into the cake. She put the piece on a plate and held it up.
Everyone started cheering as I grabbed Karla, pulling her in for a kiss.
Myla was jumping and clapping. “This is the best! I am going to spoil her rotten.”
Chapter 18
Brayden
Months Later
The months had passedby so quickly and I couldn’t believe how much had changed. Myla and Gavin were married already. Karla was showing more and more every day. The New York Otters were Stanley Cup champions. My life was finally as perfect as I’d always hoped it would be.
Rolling over, I kissed Karla’s soft cheek while she still slept. “Baby, wake up.”
She squirmed in my arms a little, groaning, “No. Five more minutes.”
I pulled her into my arms and started to rub her belly. “You said that twenty minutes ago. At this rate, I don’t know if we can even call this a nap, it’s more like you’re going to sleep the rest of this day away.”
She protested again, throwing the covers up over our heads. “I’m so sleepy!”
I started rapid firing kisses all over her face and stomach. “Wake up. We have that stupid dinner tonight,” I reminded her.
“Fine.” She groaned, grabbing me. “Then you have to wake me up in a happy way.”
A devilish grin spread on her face as she started to pull at the waistband of my sweatpants.
Starting to kiss her neck, I slid my hand down, pulling her panties to the side. Slowly I start to rub her clit as soft moans start to escape Karla. I had heard horror stories from tons of guys about how weird sex with their pregnant wives or girlfriends was, and I had to say that they were all fucking crazy. I loved everything about Karla’s body, pregnant or not and if she wanted me, I was going to please her in any way I could.
Her back arched a little as she freed my cock, rolling her thumb gently over the head. The soft sensation sent chills down my spine.
“Get on your side, baby.” I breathed into her ear.
