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blackdieselcinema · 5 years

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Movies I Saw In 2018 (July - December): 159 - 302

Everything else I saw (for the first time) last year.

July 159. Marjorie Prime (Michael Almereyda, 2017, USA) 160. Aloys (Tobias Nölle, 2016, Switzerland/France) 161. Buchanan Rides Alone (Budd Boetticher, 1958, USA) 162. Duck Butter (Miguel Arteta, 2018, USA) 163. Before I Wake (Mike Flanagan, 2016, USA) 164. ‘R Xmas (Abel Ferrara, 2001, USA/France) 165. Annabelle: Creation (David F. Sandberg, 2017, USA) 166. Shockproof (Douglas Sirk, 1949, USA) 167. Resolution (Justin Benson, Aaron Moorhead, 2012, USA) 168. Abel Ferrara: Not Guilty (Rafi Pitts, 2003, France) 169. Underworld U.S.A. (Samuel Fuller, 1961, USA) 170. Love & Other Drugs (Edward Zwick, 2010, USA) 171. Creep 2 (Patrick Brice, 2017, USA) 172. Road Games (Richard Franklin, 1981, Australia) 173. Mirror, Mirror (Marina Sargenti, 1990, USA) 174. Incredibles 2 (Brad Bird, 2018, USA) 175. Tale of Cinema (Hong Sang-soo, 2005, France/South Korea) 176. Go Go Tales (Abel Ferrara, 2007, Italy/USA) 177. Hotel Artemis (Drew Pearce, 2018, UK/USA) 178. Claire’s Camera (Hong Sang-soo, 2017, France/South Korea) 179. Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama (David DeCoteau, 1988, USA) 180. Mission: Impossible - Fallout (Christopher McQuarrie, 2018, USA) 181. Mamma Mia! (Phyllida Lloyd, 2008, USA/UK/Germany) 182. The Purge: Anarchy (James DeMonaco, 2014, France/USA) 183. Blood Feast (Herschell Gordon Lewis, 1963, USA) 184. Ant-Man and the Wasp (Peyton Reed, 2018, USA)

August 185. Ride Lonesome (Budd Boetticher, 1959, USA) 186. Friday the 13th Part V: A New Beginning (Danny Steinmann, 1985, USA) 187. Detective Bureau 2-3: Go to Hell Bastards! (Seijun Suzuki, 1963, Japan) 188. Justice League (Zack Snyder, 2017, UK/Canada/USA) 189. Evil of Dracula (Michio Yamamoto, 1974, Japan) 190. Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (Tom McLoughlin, 1986, USA) 191. 47 Meters Down (Johannes Roberts, 2017, UK/USA/Dominican Republic) 192. The Meg (Jon Turteltaub, 2018, China/USA) 193. Ruin Me (Preston DeFrancis, 2017, USA) 194. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (Susan Johnson, 2018, USA) 195. The Changeling (Peter Medak, 1980, Canada) 196. Demons (Lamberto Bava, 1985, Italy) 197. The Ranger (Jenn Wexler, 2018, USA) 198. Summer of 84 (François Simard, Anouk Whissell, Yoann-Karl Whissell, 2018, Canada/USA) 199. The Cleaning Lady (Jon Knautz, 2018, USA) 200. Braid (Mitzi Peirone, 2018, USA) 201. Piercing (Nicolas Pesce, 2018, USA) 202. Rock Steady Row (Trevor Stevens, 2018, USA) 203. Blue Sunshine (Jeff Lieberman, 1977, USA) 204. Ravers (Bernhard Pucher, 2018, UK) 205. One Cut of the Dead (Shin'ichirô Ueda, 2017, Japan) 206. Chuck Steel: Night of the Trampires (Michael Mort, 2018, UK) 207. What Keeps You Alive (Colin Minihan, 2018, Canada) 208. Upgrade (Leigh Whannell, 2018, Australia) 209. Hell Is Where the Home Is (Orson Oblowitz, 2018, USA) 210. The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then The Bigfoot (Robert D. Krzykowski, 2018, USA) 211. Bodied (Joseph Kahn, 2017, USA) 212. Terrified (Demián Rugna, 2017, Argentina) 213. Anna and the Apocalypse (John McPhail, 2017, UK/USA) 214. Open 24 Hours (Padraig Reynolds, 2018, USA) 215. The Field Guide to Evil (Ashim Ahluwalia, Can Evrenol, Severin Fiala, Veronika Franz, Katrin Gebbe, Calvin Reeder, Agnieszka Smoczynska, Peter Strickland, Yannis Veslemes, 2018, New Zealand) 216. The Dark (Justin p. Lange, 2018, Austria) 217. The Golem (Doron Paz, Yoav Paz, 2018) 218. Climax (Gaspar Noé, 2018, France) 219. Police Story (Jackie Chan, Chi-Hwa Chen, 1985, Hong Kong) 220. BlacKkKlansman (Spike Lee, 2018, USA)

September 221. Bull Durham (Ron Shelton, 1988, USA) 222. The Legend of Boggy Creek (Charles B. Pierce, 1972, USA) 223. Crazy Rich Asians (Jon M. Chu, 2018, USA) 224. Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (Jake Kasdan, 2017, USA) 225. Searching (Aneesh Chaganty, 2018, USA) 226. Tango & Cash (Andrei Konchalovsky, 1989, USA) 227. How Stella Got Her Groove Back (Kevin Rodney Sullivan, 1998, USA) 228. The Predator (Shane Black, 2018, USA/Canada) 229. A Simple Favour (Paul Feig, 2018, USA) 230. Kwon Ji Yong Act III: Motte (Byun Jin Ho, 2018, South Korea) 231. Let the Corpses Tan (Hélène Cattet, Bruno Forzani, 2017, France/Belgium) 232. Police Story 2 (Jackie Chan, 1988, Hong Kong) 233. The Comfort of Strangers (Paul Schrader, 1990, USA/Italy/UK) 234. Best F(r)iends: Volume 1 (Justin MacGregor, 2017, USA) 235. Den of Thieves (Christian Gudegast, 2018, USA) 236. Truth or Dare (Jeff Wadlow, 2018, USA) 237. SuperFly (Director X., 2018, USA)

October 238. Mandy (Panos Cosmatos, 2018, Belgium/USA) 239. Assassination Nation (Sam Levinson, 2018, USA) 240. The Hate U Give (George Tillman Jr., 2018, USA) 241. A Star Is Born (Bradley Cooper, 2018, USA) 242. Hotel by the River (Hong Sang-soo, 2018, South Korea) 243. Asako I & II (Ryûsuke Hamaguchi, 2018, Japan/France) 244. L’Atalante (Jean Vigo, 1934, France) 245. Blind Beast (Yasuzô Masumura, 1969, Japan) 246. Hearts Beat Loud (Brett Haley, 2018, USA) 247. Fido (Andrew Currie, 2006, Canada) 248. Knife + Heart (Yann Gonzalez, 2018, France/Mexico/Switzerland) 249. Non-Fiction (Olivier Assayas, 2018, France) 250. Roma (Alfonso Cuarón, 2018, USA/Mexico) 251. Sorry to Bother You (Boots Riley, 2018, USA) 252. Destroyer (Karyn Kusama, 2018, USA) 253. Earth Girls Are Easy (Julien Temple, 1988, UK/France/USA) 254. Bad Times at the El Royale (Drew Goddard, 2018, USA) 255. Venom (Ruben Fleischer, 2018, USA) 256. Dead Pigs (Cathy Yan, 2018, China/USA) 257. The Night Comes For Us (Timo Tjahjanto, 2018, Indonesia) 258. Burning (Lee Chang-dong, 2018, South Korea) 259. Cam (Daniel Goldhaber, 2018, USA) 260. Support the Girls (Andrew Bujalski, 2018, USA) 261. Long Day’s Journey Into Night (Gan Bi, 2018, China) 262. Halloween (David Gordon Green, 2018, USA) 263. If Beale Street Could Talk (Barry Jenkins, 2018, USA) 264. Deadly Games (René Manzor, 1989, France) 265. Night of the Demon (Jacques Tourneur, 1957, UK) 266. Been So Long (Tinge Krishnan, 2018, UK) 267. Shirkers (Sandi Tan, 2018, USA) 268. Hell House LLC (Stephen Cognetti, 2015, USA) 269. Parents (Bob Balaban, 1989, Canada/USA)

November 270. Satan’s Slaves (Joko Anwar, 2017, Indonesia/South Korea) 271. Errementari (Paul Urkijo Alijo, 2017, Spain/France) 272. Widows (Steve McQueen, 2018, UK/USA) 273. Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat (Anthony Hickox, 1989, USA) 274. Wildlife (Paul Dano, 2018, USA) 275. Blood Punch (Madellaine Paxson, 2014, USA) 276. Think Like a Man Too (Tim Story, 2014, USA) 277. The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (Ethan Coen, Joel Coen, 2018, USA) 278. The Princess Switch (Mike Rohl, 2018, USA) 279. Things to Come (Mia Hansen-Løve, 2016, France/Germany) 280. The Hills Have Eyes (Wes Craven, 1977, USA) 281. Thumper (Jordan Ross, 2017, USA) 282. The Killing of a Sacred Deer (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2017, UK/Ireland/USA) 283. Creed II (Steven Caple Jr., 2018, USA)

December 284. The Bare-Footed Kid (Johnnie To, 1993, Hong Kong) 285. A Bramble House Christmas (Steven R. Monroe, 2017, Canada) 286. Love in a Puff (Ho-Cheung Pang, 2010, Hong Kong) 287. Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey, Rodney Rothman, 2018, USA) 288. The Christmas Chronicles (Clay Kaytis, 2018, USA) 289. Gnomeo & Juliet (Kelly Asbury, 2011, UK/USA/Canada) 290. Beautiful Boy (Felix van Groeningen, 2018, USA) 291. Honeymoon (Leigh Janiak, 2014, USA) 292. The Story of Yonosuke (Shûichi Okita, 2013, Japan) 293. Aquaman (James Wan, 2018, Australia/USA) 294. Christmas Presence (Steve Davis, 2017, UK) 295. You Might Be the Killer (Brett Simmons, 2018, USA) 296. 6 Balloons (Marja-Lewis Ryan, 2018, USA) 297. Bumblebee (Travis Knight, 2018, USA) 298. Mary Poppins Returns (Rob Marshall, 2018, USA) 299. 13 Going on 30 (Gary Winick, 2004, USA) 300. Tetsuo: The Iron Man (Shinya Tsukamoto, 1989, Japan) 301. Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (David Slade, 2018, USA/UK) 302. Dumplin’ (Anne Fletcher, 2018, USA)

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 33

A/N: This chapter was actually inspired by an old Tumblr post that went around back in the day. Something like: 'find someone who will fuck you in the laundry room while waiting for the timer to go off on your kid's Dino chicken nuggets.' And I still think about that like 13 years later, so it inspired this chapter 🤣

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, medical talk/hospital visit, lil angsty.

The Fiala children are driving me up the damn wall today.

Nothing seems to satisfy them.

At 5 and barely 2, the age difference is both a blessing and a curse.

Luca is currently running around, chasing his sister as she toddles as fast as she can away from him. Lacey is shrieking in happiness, but the noise is getting to the right level that makes my brain pound between my temples. I glance at the clock, scowling when I see it is past noon and my husband should definitely be back from morning skate by now. From the moment both kids got up this morning, Kevin and I knew it was going to be a day. When you’re a parent, you develop a sense for these types of things. Part of me is slightly resentful that he got to leave and I had to stay with the monsters.

The oven beeps as Luca grabs his little sister, causing her to topple over and land with her face skidding into the carpet. I cringe, pausing for a moment to see what the reaction is going to be. Lacey lifts her face and a slight, evil cackle comes from her lips. Whew. Disaster averted. She hops to her feet as quick as she can and off they go again.

I grab the sheet pan and throw the Tyson chicken nuggets on there, then open the oven door to pop them in. Lacey will only eat four, but Luca has been going through a growth spurt, so I add in a few extra in case he needs it. Whatever they don’t eat, I’ll throw onto my salad. Kevin is likely eating at the rink since it is a game day.

Lacey shrieks when my back is turned to both kids. It's not a good one, so I whip around after shutting the oven and find my oldest with a fist full of his sister’s hair.

“Excuse me.” I stare him down. “No. Let go.”

“She tried to bite me!” He insists, still gripping her hair.

“Luca, let go.” My voice is more stern as Lacey’s shrieks continue to grow. I move to walk around the island causing Luca to releases his grip. Lacey reaches forward and sinks her toddler teeth into her brother’s forearm. Luca screams and pulls away from her. “Of course this is happening without your dad here.” I mutter under my breath as I get between them. They take in the distressed look on my face and both dissolve into body shaking sobs filled with anger, hurt, and rage.

I hear the door before I see my husband. I turn to him, eyes pleading with him to help. He cringes before rushing to scoop Luca up right as he winds up to slap his sister’s face.

“Enough.” Kevin’s voice is calm as I grab Lacey who is screaming at a decibel I didn’t think human beings could get to. I close my eyes, rocking her against my chest as Kevin continues to speak to Luca. “Not okay.”

“She-“

“No.” Kevin cuts him off. “Take a deep breath.” He sucks one in as well with our son, then they push it out together. Large tears fall from Luca’s eyes as Lacey breathes heavily in my arms.

Become a parent they said. It will be rewarding they said.

“When we get upset, we need to take a break, not hurt people.” Kevin’s voice is gentle as he sets Luca back on the ground. Our son pouts at his dad. “Entschuldige dich bei deiner Schwester.” He encourages him to apologize to Lacey.

“Tut mir leid.” Luca mutters his apology. Kevin nods his head in approval. “She bit me.” Luca blurts, switching back to English, looking at me for support.

“I understand that. She was wrong as well. But you are older and know better.” Luca stares at Kevin, brown eyes shining with tears. “Let’s go take that break.” Kevin pulls Luca into his chest and rubs at his back. Our eyes meet as Lacey lays motionless in my arms, coming down from her tantrum and instantly being overcome with tiredness. “Go upstairs to your room. Let us know when you are ready.” Luca nods and heads to the stairs, slowly going up them until we hear the soft click of his door.

“I know it looked like I didn’t have that under control, but I was putting lunch in the oven.” I don’t know why I am insistent that Kevin knows that, but I want him to. He smiles and nods.

“I know you did, baby.” He looks down at Lacey.

“You need a break too.” I murmur to her, she nods her head at me. “You can stay down here on the couch. No TV, just quiet time.” A few more large drops slip out. I lay her on the couch with her blanket, ignoring the thumb she stuck into her mouth. I can’t fight with her on that right now. One battle at a time.

I release a heavy sigh as I go back to the kitchen, shaking my head.

“It’s been a roller coaster this morning.” I whisper to Kevin when he joins me. He wraps his arms around my back and I bury my face in his chest. I feel the tension seeping from my body as his strong hands rub reassuring circles through my shirt. “They were playing fine until they weren’t.” I shrug my shoulders, glancing at the oven to check on the chicken nuggets.

“Is that timer for lunch?” He asks, noting there is still nine minutes left.

“Yeah. They will probably be happier once they eat.”

“Plenty of time for me to eat.”

“You didn’t eat at the rink?” I ask him, pulling back to look at his face.

“Oh, I did. I’m ready for dessert though.” He begins to walk me backwards, towards the laundry room that is adjacent to the mudroom, next to the pantry.

“What.” A breathy laugh comes from my mouth as he releases one hand from me, opening the door handle and pushing me inside. “Babe?” I ask, giving him a confused look. His tongue licks his bottom lip as his hands come to the button on my jeans. Oh.

“You’re dessert.” He insists. “And I’ve only got 8 and a half minutes, so hop up.” He points to the dryer. My reaction is too slow for Kevin.

“Ohmygod, Kev!” Falls out of my lips as he sets me unceremoniously on the running dryer. “Lacey-"

“She’s already sleeping.” Kevin tells me. “And you need this. Fuck, I need this too.”

My jeans are off and he tugs my panties down as well. My eyes are wide with surprise and hunger. He grabs my leg, tossing it over his shoulder and pushing my other thigh wider. I instinctively thread my fingers though his hair. When his tongue connects with my clit, I’m speechless. My head falls back, my breathing begins to increase, and I lose myself in his skilled movements.

“Mmm.” It drops from my lips involuntarily. I suck in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he sucks me into his mouth. “Babe, I want you inside me.” It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had Kevin filling me. If we only have 8 minutes, I want the best stuff- him- deep, hard and fast.

“Not until you come on my face.” His voice is coated in desire. My grip in his hair tightens and I push his face further into me. His mouth laps and tugs me, convincing my body to surrender to him. It isn’t long before I do exactly what he asked. The dryer shaking adds an edge of delicious vibration to my orgasm. Kevin stands, forcing my lips onto his.

“I needed that.” I confess to him as he grips his dick, ready to slide into me.

“You need this more.” He thrusts gently into me, knowing I’m going to need time to adjust. He’s thick and rigid, causing my walls to convulse on him immediately. He sighs against my lips before his teeth connect with my lower one. “This is my favorite place to be.” His voice comes out like a growl as my fingers dig into his shoulders. He begins to move, the dryer squeaks with the force of his thrusts, but it doesn’t deter us. His arms tighten around me as he feels my body going limp, begging for more, tugging him further inside of me by shuddering around him.

“Oh.” The moan is breathy, impossible to get any gusto to it with how damn good he feels inside of me. It’s a lie though. What’s really happening is I’m losing control and uninhibited moans are building in my throat.

“Shhhhh.” He reminds me, watching my face, knowing I’m so close. My body refuses any movement except leaning into how damn good this feels. His hands shift to grip my ass as he drives deeper, shoving me right off the cliff and into the abyss of orgasm. My mouth opens, no sound comes out, until it does; it’s loud and needy. Kevin catches the tail end of it with his mouth.

My muscles squeeze him tight and I buck my hips into him in the end. That get’s him.

“Yes, baby.” He whimpers as he climaxes inside of me.

His hips shove me up further until he can barely connect with me. He pushes out a quick breath, sliding me back down so he can fill me completely again. Seconds later, our eyes open and he releases me so I can jump off the dryer. His hands immediately come to my bare butt, pulling me into a tight hug. I’m thankful because my legs are wobbling but his strength is more than enough to keep me up. He shoves his face into the crook of my neck as his chest continues to heave. My fingers come to his hair while I turn my face deeper into him so our cheeks touch.

“You’re the only one I want to fuck while waiting for our babies’ chicken nuggets to be done.” I can feel his lips brushing my neck as he talks. I smile against his shoulder, pressing my lips there then nipping with my teeth. When I pull back, his brown eyes are watching me. “The days are long right now.” He reminds me gently. As every day has been since Kevin and I met, I know I’m not alone in this. I’m grateful for his reminder now.

“Next week is going to be tough.” I murmur to him, thinking of his road trip to the Southwestern & Central United States. So many days without him will be heavy for all the Fialas.

“I love you.” He says simply. He knows he can’t change this. He knows it will be difficult for me. But he sees me. And he loves me fiercely for willingly signing up for every part of our life together.

“I love you more.” I tell him, running my finger over his swollen lips.

The oven shrills, Luca yells for Kevin, and we are back to the reality of parenthood.

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It’s four in the morning that next week, four games into the five game road trip for the Wild. My hand goes against Lacey’s forehead for the umpteenth time in the last 15 minutes. I woke up to her puking in her bed. She cried for me while sitting in the mess. I had scooped her up quickly, then rinsed her off in the bath. She had been warm when I initial came in, but now she feels hotter some how, even after the children’s Tylenol I forced between her lips. Her little body shakes with forceful chills.

“Mama.” She cries, wanting me to make it better for her.

“I know, sweetie. Try to drink some more water.” I give her the sippy cup from the nightstand. I brought her into our room to distance us a bit from Luca and because I didn’t have the energy to put new sheets on her bed. I know it’s risky, especially with the icky green color of her fluids. I’ve turned on Disney+ for her but she is uninterested. Instead, her eyes seemingly glaze over as she stares at the ceiling, tugging in heavy breaths.

“Lace, drink some water.” I coo to her again. She takes the sippy cup from me and sucks in a few glugs. It instantly comes back up. Her soft wails fill the room, but no tears come from her eyes. I push my hair back from my face as I walk to the bathroom to get another towel. I clean her up again and step back, really looking at my child. Something isn’t right. I watch her a little longer but then doubt fills my mind as she laughs at a scene in the show. She wouldn’t be laughing if she was dehydrated, right? Maybe I’m just really tired. I grab a cool compress from the bathroom before settling back in next to her.

At some point, I drift into a light sleep. When I awaken again, Lacey is asleep next to me. I reach out, brushing her hair from her face and gasp at the intensity of her warmth. I begin to feel panic bubble in my chest, shoving the blankets off her body. She reacts instantly to the coolness with trembles.

“Lace.” I jiggle her a bit, wanting her eyes to open. She does so and smiles at me.

“Daddy?” She asks me, looking over at his pillow.

“He’s at work.” I remind her. She nods like she understands and then reaches for her sippy cup. She sucks down a few sips, this time keeping it down. I breathe a sigh of relief, grabbing the washcloth from the bed to cool it down again. When I return, Lacey is sitting in water.

“Did you spill?” I ask her, grabbing the cup and seeing it still full.

“Ah.” She points to her mouth.

“Here, bubba. Hold this on your head.” I tell her, reaching for my phone. I press Kevin’s name on FaceTime. We have an agreement that when he is out of town, he keeps his ringer on at night. So I’m not surprised when he answers before the second ring.

“Hi.” He says to me. Concern laces his brows together despite his obvious slumber before my call.

“Lacey is sick.” I say, biting my lip.

“What’s going on?” He asks, more alert now.

“She seems to have some kind of stomach thing. But… I’m worried she might be getting dehydrated.”

“Ugh.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “What can I do?”

“Can you look at her?” I ask, turning the camera so it’s on Lacey. She is laying back in Kevin’s pillow motionless, mindlessly starting at the TV. I watch Kevin on the screen as he squints. He reaches over to turn the lamp on, then sits up further in bed.

“Go closer.” He asks me. I oblige and am silent as he looks at her. “I mean, she looks sick, but I can’t see much more than that.”

“Okay.” I sigh, looking away. “Sorry I woke you. I’m just worried. It feels.. not right.”

“If you feel you need to take her in, you should.”

“I don’t know. Every time I panic, she seems to magically get better. What if I bring her in and they think I’m a hypochondriac mom?”

“What if you don’t bring her in?” Kevin presses me. He’s sensing my anxiousness through the phone, digging in a little deeper to see if we can figure out an action plan. I shake my head, leaning back into our headboard.

“I’m going to wait.” I affirm to him. He nods in agreement with me.

“You’re there, hon. You can see better than me.” A large yawn pulls his lips apart and he hisses in a new breath.

“I should let you go.” I shake my head, looking again at the time. He must have just gotten to Chicago a few hours ago. He needs sleep if he is going to play tonight.

“Are you sure?” He asks me, sensing my mood.

I hesitate in responding. I take in the paleness of Lacey’s features as she dozes into sleep. I chomp on my bottom lip, feeling my breathing increase. My reluctancy is clearing and I’m feeling more sure of what I know. My fight or flight is clearly kicking in. Deep in my gut, I know something isn’t right.

“Kev.” I only say his name, then look at him with distress.

“Babe, I trust what you’re feeling. Take her.” Kevin encourages me. “You keep saying this isn’t right. Just go. I’ll call your mom for Luca.”

If I thought I was going to get relief from taking Lacey to the hospital, I was proven wrong instantly. The ER doctors took one look at her and rushed her into an open bed. They started poking and prodding her, checking reflexes and pupils and heart rate. Her temperature is close to 104 and her body shakes with chills as we all watch. They’re asking me question and I respond as much as I can. In one of the tests, the doctor doesn’t like what he sees. They’ve already started her IV which causes Lacey to begin dry vomiting.

“Mrs. Fiala, can you please head back to the waiting room?”

“What?” I ask, surprised that they want me to leave my young child.

“We are concerned for your daughter’s health. We need some space to give her the proper care she needs.” A nurse gently puts a hand on my elbow, easing me back. I am in stunned silence as they pull the curtain around my daughter’s bed.

“But, that’s my baby.” I cry to the nurse with me.

“It’s okay, mom. You’ve done all that you can. Let us take care of her.” She steps back into where Lacey is and I begin to panic. I grab my phone, rushing out of the room and throwing myself outside into the cool, winter night. I’m hyperventilating as I start to flip through my phone to get to my husband.

“Kevin!” I sob into FaceTime when he picks up. He snaps to attention at the desperate tears on my face. “The doctors-“ I cut myself off with a sob. “They think it’s bad. They’re running all these tests on her. Her fever is so high they started her IV before we even got into a room. She is barely responsive of their checks. They won’t even let me be with her right now.”

I’m sitting on the curb by the emergency area, snow soaking into my yoga pants, while I try to suck oxygen into my lungs. I’m sobbing so hard that I’m coughing. Kevin is watching me with wide eyes; he’s never seen me like this. The kids have certainly been sick before when he is out of town, but not like this. Nothing ever like this.

“I need you!” I finally yell at him.

“I’m coming. I’ll figure it out. I’ll drive if I have to.” He is moving around the hotel, throwing things into his overnight bag furiously. “I’ll let you know when I have a plan.” He assures me. “I love you. Go back and wait, baby.” I nod my head as the screen goes black. I go back to the curtain as the doctor is pulling it away.

“Mrs. Fiala, your daughter is severely dehydrated with a fever we need to contain as quickly as possible. She is taking the fluids a little better now, but she needs a higher level of care than we can provide her here. We are going to move her to the pediatric ICU. It’s precautionary but necessary. We need your approval to move her and begin treatment of her fever with a more intense reliever.”

“Yes. Please.” He nods and gives my arm a gentle pat.

“She will be in excellent hands upstairs.” I find myself nodding in agreement as he walks away, beginning the movement of my daughter.

“Mama.” I hear Lacey call for me. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and go to her, soothing her worry.

“I’m here, baby. Mama’s here.” My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at Kevin’s words.

Craig’s plane is in Chicago. He’s letting me use it. I’m on my way to you. It’s a simple text, but the relief pours through my body knowing Kevin is on his way. Luckily, the team is at the end of their road trip in Chicago and it’s a quick flight back to Minneapolis. Even luckier for us is the generosity of Wild Owner Craig Leopold.

Lacey is asleep when Kevin arrives.

“Dad’s here.” Lacey’s nurse, Kim, calls to me. Kevin appears and she shuts the door after he steps in. Because of Kevin’s popularity, they are taking precautions to make sure we have the privacy we deserve. Wild fan are generally respectful, but I’m appreciative of the hospital’s dedication to keeping our stay quiet.

“Hi. How are you? How is she?” He asks, enveloping me in his arms. I immediately start to cry into his chest, overwhelmed with the day and relief that he’s here with me. When I feel like I’ve taken enough of the pressure off, I pull back. Kevin wipes at my tears before I can.

“Better. Her fever is slowly coming down. They’ve given her two bags of fluids, but expect her to have a couple more before she can be discharged.”

“Wow. She looks tiny in that bed.” Kevin murmurs, taking my hand and leading me back to my chair. I sit in it while Kevin plops onto the bed next to Lacey. He reaches for her little hand, placing two of his fingers in her grip. She doesn’t stir from her sleep and Kevin frowns deeper. “Love you baby.” He whispers to her, kissing her forehead. His other hand smoothes her hair back from her delicate cheeks. “Wow, this sucks.” Kevin clears his throat with a cough. I can tell he is feeling emotional as he looks at our sick baby.

“Not great.” I confirm, placing a hand on his thigh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He shakes his head.

“You are now.”

“Feel like I let you down.” His lips pull into a tight, disgruntled line. I shake my head no.

“You can’t plan for babies getting sick.” I remind him.

When we arrive back home late that night, we relieve my mom of watching Luca. She insists he was an angel, not surprising as that’s what she always says. I thank her for her help as Kevin carries Lacey to the couch. She looks so small and her eyes are lowered in utter exhaustion. I frown deeply, feeling the tears poking at my eyes. I walk with my mom to the door and give her a hug.

“Seriously, thank you.” I say again, wanting her to know how much I appreciated her.

“Of course. You did the right thing. Always trust your gut.” She reminds me. “You know your child. You know what’s normal and what isn’t. Lacey is okay because you trusted that feeling.” I nod my head in appreciation then watch as she walks to her car and drives off. I release a heavy sigh, allowing my shoulders to return to a natural position. My muscles are tight and cramped. I rotate my neck from side to side to gain some more flexibility.

I move into the living room, taking in the sight of our sick daughter cuddling into Kevin’s chest. She looks much better than earlier. Flush has returned to her cheeks; her skin is full of color and plumpness that it lacked this morning. I take a seat next to Kevin on the couch, resting my forehead against his bicep. He’s still in his suit jacket, not willing to leave the hospital even to change. I feel the pressure of his lips on my head.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ve got her.” I pull back, feeling the exhaustion begin to consume me. I look down at Lacey, watching intently as she draws breath evenly. Kevin senses my hesitation to leave. “Safest place in the world for her is right here with me.” He insists.

“I know, but I want to be with you.” I say to him. A soft smile tugs his lips up. He repositions Lacey into the crook of his other arm, grabbing a few couch pillows to support her weight.

“Come here, mama.” He murmurs. I place my cheek on the other side of his chest, reaching out for Lacey’s face to brush a few strands of matted hair from her skin. She twitches in her sleep so I pull back, drinking in the sight of her instead.

“When I gave her to the doctors, they were so concerned. I panicked. I’m sorry.” I shake my head at him. “You probably could have stayed in Chicago.”

“No. I couldn’t. I was already worried and then you called me again, I knew you were scared. I don’t give a shit about the game, babe. I had to come home.” I nod my head against him.

It isn’t long before my eyelids close. Kevin lets me sleep as long as possible before he awakens me.

“Sam... baby.” He calls gently. I shift off of him, looking down at Lacey who is still sleeping. She looks even better than when I drifted off. “Let’s go to bed.”

“She needs to be with us.”

“She will be.” He acknowledges as I stand. The three of us slowly make our way into the master bedroom, but not before I stop to check on Luca. He’s peaceful, unaware of the distress of the day.

Kevin has set Lacey in the middle of our bed. The sheets smell clean and I know my mom was doing laundry while she was here. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I go to our closet with Kevin and we undress in silence. I pull on my comfiest pajamas before following him back to bed. Lacey has stretched out across his side. He gathers her back into his chest and settles into our mattress with her. His lips brush her forehead sweetly. She stirs at the feeling of his stubble on her nose. Her little hand reaches up for his face, resting on his cheek before falling to his neck.

“Her fever has stayed away.” Kevin tells me. “She feels normal.” I sigh in relief as I slide closer to them. I place my lips on the back of our daughter’s head. Kevin’s eyes find mine and it feels like an entire conversation wordlessly passes between us.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him.

“Call me anytime you need me. I’ll get to you as fast as I can.”

“I know.”

Of all the things in the world I'm sure of, Kevin’s love for us is at the top.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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I’m soooo thirsty for Kev!!! 😭😂

Could you write to Kev with the prompt “Don’t turn off the light, I want to see you”? Can it be either with reader insert or Sam (maybe after the last pregnancy and she is a little insecure?)

If you’re not comfortable writing this, that’s fine! Thankss , I love you!

-💜

I love you. For all that you are to me. And also this request. And if you’re going to give me the option to write Sam and Kev, I’m gonna pounce on it.

Three cesarean deliveries have not been kind to my body. Despite how liberally I have been applying coconut and shea butters, the scar does not want to disappear. I run my fingers along it where I stand in our bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

Kevin is in the bedroom right now, hard and willing on our bed while I stare, unsure, at all the flaws I see on me. He could have anyone else…. And he still wants this? It feels like a lie.

I turn the door knob, keeping my body behind it, but peeking out to our bed. Kevin snaps his head to me, grinning. I smile back shyly, going over to the light switch by the door.

“Don’t turn off the light, I want to see you.” My lips crumble and I shake my head no. “Baby?” He murmurs, standing and meeting me halfway to the bed. He's confident in the way he walks, ripped with muscle, and tenting in his boxer briefs.

“I feel so ugly.”

“No. You're beautiful.”

“Yeah. Look at this.” I gesture widely as tears track down my face.

“How sexy you are? Yeah. I’m seeing it.”

“Stop, it’s not true. It’s so…”

“No, you stop.” He mutters, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me over to the bed. I close my eyes as I hit the comforter. “Look at me.” I open my eyes, staring up at him. “You gave me my entire world.” He leans down, brushing our lips together. “This body is incredible. Amazing. So sexy and irresistible.” He kisses down my chest then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth. I curl my fingers into the sheets beneath me. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.”

Kevin’s mouth does just that. He suckles and laps at my sensitive folds until I am quivering beneath his mouth. I orgasm unabashedly against his face. My fingers dash though his hair, gripping the locks into a fist.

“Saddle up for me.” He murmurs. I nod, watching him flip onto his back. I crawl onto of him, gripping his shaft to guide myself down onto him. “This…” He sighs, lifting me by my waist then pushing me back down, concealing himself again. “I’m addicted to this.”

“Fuck.” I whimper, grabbing my breasts in my hands. Kevin brings his thighs up behind me, helping me move back and forth onto him.

“Damn, baby.” He moans, moving one hand between my legs. He rubs my clit in slow circles with his thumb. I toss my head back, mewling at the ceiling as he bucks up into my heat.

“Kev…”

“That’s it, baby. Keep taking me so good.” My hands fall from my breasts to his chest. "You're so sexy when you fuck me like this." I work my hips back and forth on him, using him to get where I'm desperate to be. The tightness and heat coils low in my stomach before I arch my back, letting loose a wild scream of his name. Kevin fills me, finger prints bruising my hips with how hard he holds me down onto him.

Silent minutes pass before he reaches for my face, cupping my cheek.

“I could never love anything as much as I love you.” He says.

“The babies?” I chuckle. His face is serious below me.

“No.” My smile slides off at how he looks at me. “Not even them.”

Every insecurity that blossomed in my heart is gone.

All that is left is the way Kevin is looking right now, buried deep inside of me.

#sam x Kevin fiala #Kevin fiala smut #💜 anon #letters in your last name au

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Letters in Your Last Name- Chapter 35

A/N: One more.. and then we are all here together on Tumblr 😘 Love the name of their last baby.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content!, Pregnancy, birth.

I chew on my lower lip as I stand in front of our full length mirror in the master bathroom. I’m wearing a black dress that comes to just above my knee. It’s a black, loose, flowy material to accommodate my almost 7 month pregnant belly. The sleeves are lace and cover my arms fully, which is good for December in Minnesota. It’s New Year's Eve and the team is having a get together to celebrate the incoming year. It will be mine and Kevin’s first night out without the older babies since the season began. I’m looking forward to quality time with my husband, but I wish I didn’t feel so blah today.

From the moment I woke up, I knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. Which sucks. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. But I woke up in full blown pregnancy mode including all the aches, swelling, and fatness my body could muster. I couldn’t even get out of bed this morning without a gentle push from Kevin on my butt. Now, I’m trying to squeeze my fat whale of a body into this black, stretchy dress.

In my previous pregnancies, Kevin would always tell me that I’m glowing. Not once this one has he told me that. I can’t say that I blame him. I’m not this time around. In fact, I think I actually hate being pregnant now, which is crazy considering how deliberate we were with this decision. Maybe that’s the problem. I jumped in with only bliss, completely forgetting about how shitty pregnancy can be.

“Babe, your parents are here for the kids.” Kevin calls to me as he walks into our bedroom. I frown at my reflection one last time and then step out of the bathroom. “Ooo, you look stunning.” He immediately tells me with this handsome grin that makes me swoon a bit to the right. Despite that, I narrow my eyes at him and waddle to our closet to grab my shoes. “What?” He asks as he follows.

“I look fat as fuck.” I snap, grabbing my black Louboutin pumps. I look down at my feet and sigh, throwing them back into their place. My feet are way too damn swollen for those tonight. I look at my Uggs, seriously considering putting them on. Kevin watches me cautiously from the doorway.

“Tell me what to say.” He speaks softly. As a veteran husband, he is careful with his approach. He knows if he tells me I’m skinny, I’ll get mad at his lie. Or if he points out the obviousness of pregnancy, I’ll get mad at him for treating me like an idiot. Nothing could save him if he agreed with me.

“Nothing.” I snip. I find another pair of Louboutin’s that I can fit my feet into. They are booties and will accommodate any extra swelling I have from standing on my feet tonight. I stuff my feet in, thankful they do not have zippers, and walk towards the door my husband still leans against.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you?” He tries with a tentative laugh, blocking my exit from the closet. I stare into his eyes with an irritated expression. His eyebrows pull together in sympathy. Timidly, he reaches out for the bump between us. “You’re almost there, babe.” He encourages me. I close my eyes as he rubs his hands into my tired skin. It feels good when he touches me so sweetly. He gently holds the weight of the baby in his hands by lifting slightly. “Last one.” He repeats to me what we have been saying since we conceived this one.

Yes, one. We do not know the gender of the baby. Maybe it’s weird that we chose not to find out on the last one, but with this being it, we wanted to add some excitement to the completion of our family. Regardless, it will be a tie breaker. I sigh and reach for his body, burrowing into him. His hand smooths my back over my dress.

Kevin pulls me back from his chest, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes travel over every feature of my face. I can tell he likes what I did with my make up. It’s smoky and sexy with burgundy lips that tempt him to taste me. Slowly, maintaining eye contact as long as possible, his lips meet mine. At first, the kiss is sweet, then his hand travels down to my ass and he changes everything with a tight squeeze. I feel warmth pool between my legs as his tongue glides into my mouth. Our tongues tangle together. His hand, still gripping my ass, pulls me tighter to him. His erection dancing along my stomach. His other hand grabs mine and puts it against his buldge. I immediately give his dick a squeeze so he grinds his hips further into me.

“Seven months pregnant and nothing has changed about how hard I get when you touch me.” He mumbles to me. When my lashes flutter open, I lose my breath at the sight of him looking at me. All the insecurities from earlier are wilting away but now, I want to stay home with him rather than leave. Unfortunately, my parents are already here.

“That worked.”

“Good. Now go greet your parents while I fix this.” He kisses me again and then moves aside so I can head downstairs.

“You look beautiful!” My dad exclaims when I walk into the kitchen where the kids are finishing dinner.

“Thanks, dad.” I smile at him. Even married and pregnant with my third kid, he’s still my number one fan. “Did Kev give you the bags?” I ask him. I run my hand through Lacey’s pony tail as she chews on her apple. The fine brown hairs feel like silk against my skin.

“Yep, already in the car.” My dad confirms to me. “Just waiting on Lace to finish eating.”

“You might be here awhile.” I tease. I drop a kiss to her head and go to her brother.

“Remember, what we are doing tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Hockey!” Luca yells. His tone is eager causing the adults in the room share a laugh.

“Yes, we are going to Sawyer’s game. Grandma and Grandpa are bringing you. Mommy and daddy will see you there, okay?” He nods in understanding.

Kevin enters the kitchen a moment later and we share a look. It’s loaded with sexual tension. The grin that stretches across his face makes me want to fall to my knees. I bite my lip in response and return my gaze to our oldest.

“Arbeitest du noch an diesem Apfel?” He speaks to Lacey in German. She nods her head. It’s surreal sometimes to realize my kids know two languages I don’t. But our goal is well on the way to being accomplished for both to be fluent in Kevin’s home languages- Czech and German. This off season, with three kids in tow, we are heading back to Switzerland for the summer months. It’s sure to be an adventure.

“Lacey, how about we pack that up for a snack later?” My mom says. “Your parents are going to be late for their party.” My mom sucks in her cheeks and throws me a knowing wink. Kevin and I can’t help but snicker.

“You two go now and we will lock up when we are done.” My dad insists, shooing us to the door.

“Okay.” I lean down and give Luca a smooch. “I love you. Sleep good.” I run my hand through his hair before moving back across the kitchen to Lacey. I pass Kevin going to kiss Luca. The brush of his arm ignites a fire that dashes through to my feet. I trade kisses with our daughter and then stand to my full height.

“Thank you for taking them.” I say to my parents. The baby moves around as Lacey reaches out for my bump. I grab her small hand and place it against the fluttering kicks I can feel. She looks at me with wide orbs as I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“Bye baby.” She says with one final pat. I wrinkle my nose cutely at her and give her another kiss.

“You are a sweet girl. I love you.”

“Miluji tě.” Kevin kisses Lacey with a Czech I love you. She smiles at him adoringly.

Yeah, I get it, honey. He does that to me too.

After grabbing our jackets, Kevin and I slide into my Range Rover and head off towards Joel and Kristina Eriksson Ek’s house. The ride there is comfortably quiet as Kevin and I hold hands. When we pull up to their home, several members of the team are already there. A few more couples stream in as Kevin parks the car a few driveways down from their house. We walk hand in hand down the street. Luckily for me, it has not snowed in days and the street is clear from any slush or ice.

“Sam!” Kristina yells when she sees me a few moments later in her kitchen. “I’ve been waiting for you! I made this mocktail just for the preggos and I’m dying for you to try it.” She is obviously tipsy as she grabs my hand and drags me from Kevin. “Here!” She thrusts it into my hand. With my pregnancy senses heightened, I can smell the booze in the cup immediately.

“Ah..” I turn around and look at Kevin, giving him a grimace. He laughs and comes to my rescue.

“I think this one is mine.” He winks at me before taking a sip. “Holy Fuuuuck.” Kevin sputters with a cough. He wipes at his wet lip as it curls up in a grimace.

“Oh, shit. That was not the mocktail.” She cringes in confusion. “Where did it go…” She scratches her head and turns around, looking at the rest of the beverages on the counter. She had two stations set up, one with pre-made alcoholic drinks and the other with virgin options. It’s obvious that as people have been grabbing them, the cups have gotten mixed together.

“Maybe you can just tell me what to do and I can make my own?” I say to her with a reassuring smile. She agrees to that and rushes to the fridge to grab the ingredients. I mix together the drink full of orange, pineapple, cranberry juices and top it with a brief splash of Sprite. "Very good.” I nod to her. She squeals in excitement and then is off to her next conversation. I release a sigh and look at my husband.

“Changed your world, huh?” He motions to the drink.

“Oh yeah.” I let out a breezy laugh. “Baby likes it.” I tell him as I feel the kicks against my skin. I place a hand on the feeling of the feet. With all the noise and excitement, I know the baby will be awake most of the time we are here. Kevin reaches for my hand. We switch so he can touch the baby and we both sigh contently.

“Fuck, that’s cute.” Ryan Hartman says as he walks into the kitchen with Lauren, who is also pregnant.

“Don’t drink anything from those cups.” I warn her. “I can make you a fresh one.”

“Oh, yes please. I have insane FOMO over Kristina’s level of smashed.”

“The FOMO is real.” I agree with her. “When I was pregnant with Lacey, I was feeling left out, so I got Kevin super smashed on New Year's Eve to make up for my lack of participation. I kept encouraging him to do shots with Al. Joke was on me though because Kevin threw up in the car on the way home.”

“Did you puke!?” She gasps, understanding how touchy the digestive system and senses are when pregnant.

“No, but it was touch and go for a few minutes.” I admit with wide eyes.

“I should do that to Ryan.” A mischievous glint to her eye. “You should do that with Kev too!” She whispers and giggles to me.

“Not tonight.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively at her. “The babies are with my parents and I need him on his A game.”

“Get it.” She nods to me as I hand her the red solo cup with the juice. “Oh… this is good.” She compliments me. “Ope, baby likes it too.” She laughs.

“I know.” I laugh, covering my belly. “This one bounced around too after the first sip.”

“So… we cheated.. We called the doctor and asked what we are having.” She admits. “We couldn’t wait anymore.” This will be Lauren and Ryan’s first baby. It’s been a tough journey for them to have kids. Turns out, the Stanley Cup win wasn’t just lucky for Kevin and I. It’s exciting to be able to share some of these moments together while pregnant.

“And…” I trail off.

“Boy!”

“Yay!” I clap to her, rushing around to give her a hug. “It really doesn’t matter, but it’s so exciting to know.”

“It really is. I finally feel like I can picture the baby now. And he’s perfect.” Her eyes melt dreamily. I can tell she’s imagining him now. “No matter what you are, you two are going to be friends.” She speaks to our bellies. The baby flutters against my ribs, catching me a bit by surprise.

“Is he moving? My baby is.” I laugh as she nods. “Already besties!”

Lauren and I continue to chat in the kitchen. Our husbands wander off at some point. Kevin joins the Europeans on the team and beings conversing with Brods and Ekker in Swedish. I can hear his infectious laugh from where I am in the kitchen. My eyes raise to him. I watch as his lips connect with his bottle of water, before he almost spits it out while laughing at something Brods says. In mid sentence, he looks up and our eyes meet. I tilt my head at him. His response is a wink.

“Damn, I love him.” I murmur to Lauren when I pull my eyes from him. “I’d let him put ten babies in me if he asked.” I joke. “I don’t know how, but it just keeps getting better. Even now when this pregnancy has been so uncomfortable, he’s so steady and sweet and just Kevin.” I shake my head. “I hit the jackpot of husbands.”

“You did. The other girls and I always talk about how he looks at you. It’s obnoxious and perfect. Everyone around you two knows how obsessed he is with you. Like of all the guys on the team, Kevin would never stray.” She shakes her head.

“Ryan wouldn’t either.” I assure her.

“We’ve been together so long. I know too much.” She winks at me. “No, he’s a good man. I can’t wait to see him as a dad.” Kevin comes wandering up a few moments later.

“You okay, mama?” He asks me, placing a kiss against my head. “You’ve been standing awhile. Give those sexy legs a break.”

“Oh wow.” I giggle at his forwardness in front of Lauren. We turn into each other and I place my hands against his hips.

“Ready when you are.” He says. His grip on me tightens and all I want is to fall into bed with him.

After a handful of goodbyes, Mom and Dad are rushing out of the house to the car.

When we get home, we walk up the stairs, me in front and Kevin following closely behind me. I am trying hard not to waddle, but the weight of the baby makes it nearly impossible. I can’t imagine my husband really thinks that’s sexy. I frown as we enter our room, trying not to psych myself out before we even start.

“Oh no… you’re quiet.” Kevin notes as I sit on the bed and hold my foot out to him. There is no way at this point in my third pregnancy that I can take my own shoes off.

“I don’t feel sexy at all.” I insist as he pulls the first shoe off. I look at the door so I can’t see my swollen ankles.

“Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I almost stopped you on the first stair so we could fuck there.” He laughs easily. “But if you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay.”

“No!” I yell quickly. “Just… give me a minute.” More than anything, I want this. After having no sex drive for months, I need to feel that release tonight. Mostly though, I want to have Kevin in the most intimate way possible. Kevin nods and pulls my other boot off. He heads to the closet and tosses them both in there.

Slowly, I lay back on the bed and close my eyes. I pull in soothing breaths and try to ignore the feeling of bloating, swelling, and overall bleh that consumes me. I hear Kevin’s footsteps enter the room again. His hands come to my thighs and he gently sweeps my dress up until it pools around my hips.. My eyes snap open in surprise as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He’s on the floor, on his knees, and has a sexy smile as he looks into my eyes.

“This okay?” He asks me as he kisses the inside of my knee.

“Yes.” The word is eager.

His lips trail up my inner thigh until he reaches the edge of my underwear. I’m quivering before his tongue is even on me. Just the feeling of his breath has my inner muscles clenching, begging for him. His fingers move my underwear to the side and when he finally puts his mouth on me, I forget about everything. I forget about the baby. I forget about the million and one changes happening inside of me. Instead, my hormones take over and I release a moan that has my husband smiling against me.

“Kevin Fiala.” I sigh, melting into the bed. His tongue circles my entire clit before he moves his lips completely over it and sucks the slick flesh into his mouth. A wail of pleasure comes from my lungs as I weave my hand into his hair.

“Babe, oh my god.” I cry out to him, stretching my knees further apart. Kevin sucks harder then rolls his tongue against me. He does this consistently, playing with my sensitive bud until I’m crashing into suffocating waves of orgasm. My hand tightens into a fist, taking his hair into my fingers tightly. Kevin digs his tongue in deeper at the pressure on his scalp. “Ah!” I convulse at the intensity of it. Kevin pulls away with a satisfied grin on his face. I whimper and reach my arms up for his help to get me up. His hands touch mine and I fly into his body.

“Thank you. That was what I needed.” I say, kissing his lips. His hands are possessive as he grips me firmly to his body while our tongues connect.

“Anything for you.” He mumbles. He twirls us so he can sit on the bed. He pulls me down to straddle him.

“I’ve been wanting you inside me all night.” I whisper, moving my hips slightly against his. His response is instant and he groans. His hands slide up my sides and find my nipples. He brushes them over my dress and hot desire throbs between my legs again. I let out a moan and hold his wrists so he doesn’t move his hands away. He chuckles at the strong grip and clear yearning in my body.

“I think this might get you there. Coming twice before I’m even in you? Sexy.” His hands go to my thighs and he pulls my dress up, over my head in one swoop.

“I want you so bad.” I breathe out, arching my naked breasts into his hands more.

“Yeah and I fucking love it.” He growls, his lips finding the plump skin of my breasts. I bite my lip in anticipation as his tongues circles my nipple before his lips enclose over it.

“Kev, fuck me. Please.” I beg as his mouth works me over. I’m so hot and close that he could stay there for another minute and I’d be gone. But I want more than that. I want him inside of me. I want to feel the love and yearning as his body thrusts into mine. I want to feel his shudder as he reaches his climax.

“M’kay.” He responds, flipping me in one fluid motion so I’m on my back. He reaches behind me to grab pillows, then we work together to prop my hips into a higher position. He tugs my underwear down slowly pulling them off each leg. He grabs one of my ankles and kisses it lightly. I shake my head at him.

“Faster.”

“Settle.” He insists, as his fingers slide down my leg, circling my entrance slowly. “It’s been awhile. I want to do this right.” I hiss out a breath and push into his fingers, trying to speed up his motion. “Baby.” He laughs at my neediness. He pauses, looking into my face and seeing the desperation there. “Okay. You win, like always. Fast, then slow.”

I giggle as he shoves his pants down before pushing his thick erection into me. After a few fast, deep pumps, I’m gone, shivering in delight as wave after wave crashes over me. My arms stretch out above my head as my back arches off the pillows. I open my eyes and look up dreamily at my grinning husband. He’s really enjoying this night.

“Just how I like you.” He gives his head a teasing tilt. “Now can we do what I want?”

“Sure.” I shrug then shoot him a challenging look. “Just keep making it this good.”

Kevin smirks in response and drives deeper into me.

Backing down from a challenge? Kevin Fiala would never. _ _ _

“Last time.” Kevin whispers before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Last time.” I repeat to him confidently as the nurse puts the oxygen tube into my nose. The hair net is ready to go, the sheet is up, and I’m high as hell on all the drugs imaginable. Kevin reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly as we begin the final walk down this road. As much as I want this to be it and I want to meet our baby, I’m also feeling devastated at this being our last time. Parenthood… it’s indescribable some days.

“Leo or Lena?” I ask Kevin to guess one final time as I feel the pressure increase in my abdomen.

“Leo.” He says quickly. I nod that I agree.

And then we wait.

“Dad, what is it?” The doctor finally asks, holding our baby up over the sheet for Kevin to see.

“Oh… we are wrong, babe.” Kevin exhales to me with tears in his eyes. “Hi Lena.” When he says her name, she lets out her first sob.

“Lena!” I am giddy with delight. “I for sure thought boy!”

“I’m seriously outnumbered now.” Kevin cringes, but the smile on his face gives it away. Being a girl dad is pretty great.

Soon, Lena Lee Fiala is in her daddy’s arms and he’s bringing her down to me so we can see her face.

“She looks like you. At least there is that.” I smile to him. I run a finger along her petite nose, smiling at her distinct Czech features, including her dark hair.

“For now. Just wait, she’s going to turn into another mini you and I’m toast. I can’t say no to that beautiful smile.��

“Lena.” I murmur to her, reaching down to brush her warm cheek. She flinches at it, but settles back into her swaddle as I rub gently. “Welcome to the world… our missing piece.” I look at Kevin when I say the last sentence.

He smiles and leans forward to connect our lips.

When we are home from the hospital three days later, the five of us are in the living room, staring at our newest and last addition. Luca is practicing how to say I love you to Lena in Swedish. Three languages isn’t enough for him. He insists on being the carbon copy of his dad.

“Jag älskar dig.” Kevin corrects his pronunciation gently.

In an instant, I’m transported back to Sweden and Kevin is telling me he loves me for the first time. The newness of it. The electricity of the smiles between us. The sureness in his voice. I fall back to now, looking at everything that love has created. It’s overwhelming so I suck in a steadying breath at the fresh tears. Kevin’s eyes find mine and he seems to know, like he always does. He takes his hand off Lacey’s back and reaches for me. I weave our fingers together and his thumb glides over my wedding rings.

What a life we have created on this foundation of love.

#letters in your last name au #sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 34

A/N: Another time jump! Also, I still love the smut in this chapter. Also, the moment in their bedroom together before the game. That's the good stuff 🤌🏻

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, dreaming big dreams as a wild fan ☠️

Minnesota Wild head to their first ever Stanley Cup Final Berth. Fiala scores twice in Game 3 win over Bruins. See You In St. Paul: Wild force Game 7 against Boston.

The kids and I are playing in the back yard while Kevin takes his pre-game nap. This will be the last one of the season. Tonight, is game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final at the Xcel Energy Center. I watch as Luca rushes next to Lacey at the portable water table. He sweetly shows his little sister how to scoop the water with the buckets. Lacey giggles excitedly as Luca dumps the water back into the table, making the water splash onto her face.

“Is that fun, baby?” I ask her, smiling at her big grin.

To anyone looking into our backyard, we look like a normal family enjoying a warm summer day. However, we are anything but that. Tonight is the biggest game of our family’s hockey life. The series against the Boston Bruins has been a battle from the first puck drop. Both teams are evenly matched across the board and every mistake must be capitalized on. The Wild have switched off wins each game so far this series. To say it has been stressful to watch would be an understatement. Kevin has handled the series well. He’s playing some of his best hockey and he has certainly been the most electric I’ve ever seen him in his career. Truthfully, I think it helps to have the kids around for a distraction from the seriousness of it all.

My phone begins to buzz in my hand and I look down, seeing Lauren Hartman’s name flash on my screen.

“Hi!” I answer.

“Oh my god. Tell me you’re as antsy as me about this game.” She groans.

“Definitely.” I confirm with her. “Kevin is taking his nap right now and I have no idea how he is able to sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept well since the series has started.”

“Ryan is too! Meanwhile, I’m resisting the urge to do tequila shots in the middle of the day.”

“Hey, it might help.”

“Probably except with my luck I’d end up passing out through the game. What are you wearing tonight? I’m struggling with what will bring the most luck.”

“Not sure yet, but probably something that goes with our jackets for the playoffs.” Each playoff season, the WAGS order a few articles of new swag to wear to support the team. This year, we picked a black leather jacket with the last name and number stitched on the back in forest green. Sparkly jewels line the outline of the stitching to make the lettering pop.

“Oh! Good call… Now I just have to figure out jeans and shoes….”

I look over at Luca and Lacey, noticing immediately at how tired they both are. Lacey is getting whiney and Luca is rubbing at his eyes more and more with each passing minute. I know if I don’t get them out of their suits and into bed soon, a meltdown will be imminent.

“Laur, I gotta go. Kids are hitting their limits. I’ll see you tonight though!” I click the end button and stand, walking towards the kids. “I see some tired babies.” I murmur, kneeling between them.

“I want to nap with daddy.” Luca tells me with a pout. He’s a little old to be napping, but with the late night we have, it’s necessary for him to at least rest.

“Not today, baby.” I smooth his dark locks from his forehead and give him a soft smooch. “Daddy needs to sleep well for the game tonight. I bet he will snuggle with you tomorrow to make up for it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck before swinging Lacey up into my arms. She settles into me immediately. Her wet hair tickles my face as I reach for Luca’s hand, leading both of them into the kitchen to dry off.

When I enter our bedroom after putting both Luca and Lacey in their rooms, Kevin is up. He is moving quietly around our bedroom, putting on his tie, then his suit pants. He seems lost in thought, so I’m not sure if he even notices that I’m here with him.

“You look great.” I tell him. His head snaps to me quickly, confirming he had no idea I was with him. He tilts one side of his mouth into a quick smile.

“Thanks,” He says simply, moving around me to the bathroom. He grabs his hair gel and rubs it between his hands before he rushes his fingers through his hair. My lips tilt into a smile at how damn good he looks. How lucky am I?

“How are you doing?” I ask. Normally, I wouldn’t press much but the butterflies are dive bombing the walls of my stomach right now and it feels harder to avoid it than face it head on.

“Fine.” He responds, grabbing his cologne and spraying a few spritzes onto his body. He washes his hands quickly, then fixes a stray tendril of his hair that keeps trying to dip back to his forehead.

“At least you can shave your face tomorrow.” I say, trying to break the tension I see in his body. As is customary in the playoffs, the Wild players have all been growing facial hair since the beginning of the post-season. Whether it really brings them luck is up for debate. But hockey players are knowingly superstitious, so it’s best not to bring up the validity of the tradition.

“Yeah, that will be nice.” He murmurs as our eyes meet in the mirror.

Silence consumes our room as he adjusts his tie and tugs the ends of his dress shirt down towards his wrists. All of his shirts and suits are custom made to fit him perfectly. There is something about watching him get ready for games that always makes my heart flutter in response. I step towards him and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his back. He places his hands on the bathroom counter and we stay like that for several moments. I struggle with coming up with words to say to him. I’m so nervous I could puke. I can’t imagine how he feels right now.

“Luca said to tell you good luck.” I finally say, breaking the silence and glancing at him in the mirror. Kevin smiles in response.

“I love that kid.” Kevin tells me, turning so he is holding me to his chest. “My favorite son, for sure.” He jokes with me, kissing my lips softly before stepping out of the bathroom.

I watch as he puts his shoes on and his cuff links before he pulls his suit jacket over his broad shoulders. I walk over to him as he buttons the jacket. He turns to me and I reach for him, smoothing his jacket down anxiously. He hands me his tie clip and I secure it to his dress shirt perfectly in the center.

“I think you’re ready now.” I whisper. I bite my lip as I feel the tears pinching at my eyes. This moment. Everything he has worked for. I’m overcome with the emotions of it all coming to a crescendo tonight. What if they win? What if they don’t? I gulp back the lump in my throat and push a happy grin onto my face.

“I have to go.” Kevin advises me. His eyes search my face but I’m not sure what he is looking for.

“Yeah, okay.” I step to the side so he can walk around me to grab his watch. He comes back to me and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as our eyes stay closed. “Good luck.” There are so many more words I want to say, but I know now isn’t the time.

“I’ll see you after.” He tells me, giving my hand a squeeze before he begins to leave. The reality settles between us that the next time we see each other, the game will be over. He may or may not be a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Kev.” I call to him just as he steps into the door frame of our bedroom.

“Yeah babe?”

“No matter what happens tonight… we love you.” Kevin, who is still working on strapping his watch to his wrist, stills. His brown eyes melt and he sighs, walking back over to where I’m standing. He gathers me into his arms and breathes in deeply while we hug. I squeeze him one last time before we part.

“I love you.” He says simply before he walks out of the bedroom and into the greatest moment of his career. _ _ _

Overtime in Game 7 with the Stanley Cup in the building has got to be the most intense anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet, here we are. After 60 minutes of battle, the score couldn’t be decided and the game needs extra minutes to determine this years’ champion.

I watch intently as the Bruins cycle the puck in the Wild zone. I feel antsy watching, knowing that if the puck doesn’t get out soon, this likely won’t end well for our tired defensemen. Kevin is on the ice; his positioning is perfect defending at the point. I watch as the Bruins defenseman winds up for a slap shot and it hits Kevin’s shin pads, bounding back into the neutral zone. The biggest mistake- one that defensemen will see when he closes his eyes for the remainder of his career.

“Kev!” I gasp, watching as Kevin flies forward towards the puck. The Bruins defenseman has reacted, but too slow. Soon, it’s just Kevin and the goalie as he darts down the ice on an obvious break away. “Kev.” I say again quietly, almost begging.

Everything seems to slow. I put my hand to my chest and hold my breath watching as he locks eyes on the net. The arena is buzzing with excitement as he moves the puck off the boards and heads closer to the center. He stick handles once more to change the angle at the last minute. He flicks his wrists and snipes the puck into the top, left hand corner of the net. My heart lurches into my throat as I watch the white twine snap in response to the puck.

“Yes!” I scream as the horn blares and the fans roar. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I jump up and down, reaching for Laura as we both celebrate. The noise in the arena is deafening as everyone yells in disbelief and celebration. I pull away from her and turn, watching as the Wild bench clears rushing to Kevin. Helmets, gloves, and sticks litter the entire ice as they pile together in the corner. Kevin disappears from view while sobs clutch my chest in suffocating heaves. He did it.

“Mama!” Luca yells from behind me, his eyes wide and his face scrunched up in response to the noise.

“It’s okay baby!” I say to him. “I know it’s loud. Daddy won!” I kneel down and hold him tight, trying to gasp for air around the incredible excitement and overwhelm for Kevin. My lips press to Luca’s cheeks and he buries his face into my side as I stand again.

“The Minnesota Wild are your Stanley Cup Champions!” The announcer yells as confetti falls into the general seating area. I laugh in response, tilting my head back and feeling the paper settle into my hair. Kevin just won the Stanley Cup. He is finally a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Everything is okay.” I say to Luca again. I turn and see Laura holding Lacey who is watching with wide eyes like her brother. I turn back to the rink and point down to the ice where Kevin is still being mobbed. “Let’s look for daddy.” I tell Luca as I pull him onto my hip. He’s gotten so big it’s hard to hold him up here, but he needs the comfort. It’s so loud. I’m grateful for the baby headphones both of the kids are wearing. Eventually, the Wild players pull apart from one pile and focus on giving hugs all around. I see Kevin and Luca points excitedly. “Wave, bubba!” I tell him as Kevin looks our way. He searches for us and when he finds us his eyes brighten and his smile somehow gets even wider.

“Woo!!” I yell to him, bouncing with Luca who puts his hands in the air. I blow him a kiss as tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. Everything he has ever worked for has lead to this moment. I can barely breathe with the pride I have for him. The long-time Minnesota sports fan in me also can’t quite believe what just happened.

Quickly, the red carpet is rolled onto the ice and the Stanley Cup makes it’s long awaited arrival onto the Xcel Energy Center ice to the roaring applause of the State of Hockey. I beam with pride as I watch Kevin clap his hands and yell along with the fans. Ryan Hartman wraps him into a tight hug again and they both laugh. It’s a hug filled with history- from Nashville to Minnesota to Stanley Cup champions. I glance down the row at Lauren and we grin at each other. Then, a round of boos greet the commissioner as he begins his introduction.

Matt Boldy comes in next, joining the hug until Ryan breaks away. Matt and Kevin embrace. The hug is tight, clasping each other like the brothers they have turned into. Matt changed our lives on and off the ice. I can’t imagine not having him here to celebrate this with.

“Uncle Matty.” Luca points excitedly at me.

“Yeah, baby. Uncle Matty and daddy.” I press my nose into his hair, hiding my large grin. Matt says something to Kevin, who points in our direction. Matt’s eyes lock on me and I give him a fist pump.

“Proud of you!” I mouth to him. His boyish grin fills as he waves in acknowledgement.

“Joel Ericksson Ek, it is my honor to present to you the Stanley Cup.” Joel skates forward and after a moment to pause for pictures, he grabs it in both hands and lifts it high into the sky. The crowd roars and I sob happily in response watching it all unfold. This moment of greatness not just for our family but for this entire state. I yell and cheer holding Luca to me as he buries his face in my shoulder again. I rub his back soothingly, watching as Joel skates his lap. When he is done, he sets his eyes on Kevin and I know it’s his turn next.

My husband grips the edges in both hands and thrusts it above his head while laughing through a wide smile. His excited yelp is drowned out by the sound of the fans. Tears fall down my face as we yells back to him in response. I bite my quivering lip as he skates closer to us, giddy in response to seeing us cheer for him. He brings it to his lips and kisses it before skating back towards his teammates. Laura snaps away pictures of her brother and then turns the camera on me to capture my teary mess of a face.

“Congratulations! This is yours too.” She tells me confidently. “All the sacrifices we have all had to make for this. It’s ours.” She nods at me and I agree.

The countless hours his parents spent driving him places. The terror and hopefulness of allowing their teenage son to move to a different country to find competition that challenged him. A sister who continuously understood that Kevin’s games came first. A wife and mother who rocked both her kids to sleep alone while her husband was out on a 14 day road trip. All the nights I fell asleep gripping his pillow, wishing it was him. Laura is right; this is ours.

Soon, team representatives are next to our section, ushering us up the stairs and down the elevators so we can join our boys on the ice. Kevin’s parents and Laura help with the kids.

“I’ll take him.” Jan, says, grabbing Luca from my arms as he was beginning to fall asleep on me. “You go to him first.” He nods at me as we step out of the elevator. I look at Renata who nods her head in agreement. I give them a small smile as we are directed down the tunnel.

Stepping carefully, we reach the ice and I search for Kevin. He’s across the rink from us laughing and skating away from Kaprizov who is dumping water all over him. Kirill laughs as he empties the bottle all over Kevin’s head. Kevin spits out the water onto the ice and runs his hands through his hair, shaking the excess water off. His eyes lift to the tunnel. When he sees me, I feel like the only person in this entire world.

I don’t even think about the slippery surface of the ice, or the fans, or the media, or honestly, our kids. I just run to him. He meets me in the middle and catches me effortlessly. I wrap myself around him and immediately begin shaking at the excitement of being in his arms. He smells absolutely awful and he’s wet and now I’m wet and I don’t care about any of it. All that matters is the feeling of his body connected with mine.

“Baby! I am so, so, so, so, SO proud of you.” I squeal to him joyfully, pulling back and looking at his face. “My Stanley Cup Champion.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him, placing my lips hungrily on his. He skates slightly backwards as our lips nip and tug at each other greedily. I can hear the click of a camera and I don’t know who it is or where this picture is going. I’m too wrapped up in Kevin to care.

“I love you.” Kevin says to me as I slide down from his arms. My boots hit the ice and he reaches down again and kisses me. His lips are greedy, sucking up every ounce that I’m giving him. “So fucking much, Samantha Fiala.” My name comes out of his mouth in a breathless whisper. The sound of my full name sets my body on fire and I want all of him instantly. After all these years, he knows my tells. He chuckles in recognition. “Later.” He kisses my nose and wraps an arm around my body, turning towards where our family is coming towards us. “I see our final baby in the very near future.” He squeezes my side as his mom approaches for a hug. I don’t get the chance to agree with him, but I do. A Stanley Cup baby is a pretty good story.

The celebration continues on the ice, then into the locker room and the family lounge. We laugh and cry and share stories of the successes and struggles to get here. After midnight, the players start to confirm plans of going out in downtown to continue the celebration at an upscale rooftop bar. Despite the exhaustion I feel, Kevin and I agree to join the group. We can sleep in a few days when the excitement dies down. I look over at our sleeping kids on the couch and know we need to get them home to bed before we meet up with the rest of the team.

“We have some sleepy babies, mama.” Kevin murmurs to me as he grabs Luca and I grab Lacey.

Laura comes home with us and offers to stay with our kids for the night while we go out to celebrate. I rush up the stairs and into our closet, shrugging off my black Fiala jacket and looking at the available outfit options. What does one wear to a Stanley Cup celebration?

“Wir sind bald draußen.” I hear Kevin say to Laura as he walks into our master bedroom. I hear the soft click of the door and Kevin appears in the doorway.

“I’m not sure what to wea- Oh!” I exclaim as Kevin grabs me, lifting me off the ground and roughly sets me on the dresser in our closet. “Right here, huh?” I say breathlessly as he kisses down my neck. His hands are unruly and greedy on my body. I moan in response to his lips and eagerness.

“Laura is upstairs. Try to be quiet.” He advises me, tugging at my shirt. Our lips part briefly as he lifts it over my head. He is back to my lips for a moment before his mouth trails down my chest. He buries his face in my breasts and grinds his hips into me. He is warm and hard and my inner core clenches in response.

“Mmm, Kev..” I whisper as he tugs at the button on my jeans. I grab the belt on his suit pants and pull it apart. It takes mere seconds before his erection is at my entrance. When he feels how wet I am, he pushes in quickly and I lose myself in the feeling of him. He pauses there for a moment, watching my face for the stitch of pain to turn into pleasure. He slowly slides an inch out and then thrusts right back in. The dresser shakes from the movement of our bodies. I moan desperately in response and he grins down at me.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good, baby.” He growls as he begins to move quickly. “The entire time we were on the ice, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you against the boards.” He pounds into me in a steady, hard rhythm and I’m gone within moments. Something about when he gets like this- horny, needy, and just the right amount of rough- has me crashing fast every time. Kevin pulls me into his arms and walks us into our bedroom. When we get on the bed, he begins to move again, slower, almost painfully slow. I wrap my legs around him to hold him close to me. He brushes a loose strand away from my face, leaning down and kissing my lips tenderly. “ I love you, babe.” He places feather light kisses along my cheeks, then sucks lightly on my neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I murmur. He slows his pumps to a stop and I pout in response.

“For everything. This wouldn’t have happened without you. I wouldn’t be this version of me if I didn’t have you. I’m so lucky. The life we have… that you’ve given to us…”

“I think you had more to do with this than you’re giving yourself credit for.” I laugh, squeezing my muscles around him. He groans in response and dips his head in pleasure.

“Maybe.” He finally admits, “But I’m a Stanley Cup Champion because of you, Sam. Your support, sacrifice, and unconditional love brought our family here.” He is looking at me through serious brown eyes and I swallow hard in response. “We always said three. I want to complete our family now.” He whispers as he begins to pump into me faster. The rhythm is delicious and I can feel my second orgasm building within me.

“Me too.” I respond. “A Stanley Cup baby.”

“I know we shouldn’t pick favorites, but come on, it won’t even be close.” My chest heaves with loud laughter.

He begins to move faster inside of me again, cutting off my laugh with a breathy moan. His hands go to my breasts and his thumbs slowly circle my nipples. I arch my back into his waiting palms in response. I tilt my knees closer to my chest to allow him deeper. There it is. Our groans fill the room. He strokes that marvelous spot inside of me. My skin breaks out in goosebumps in acknowledgement. Kevin reaches down and places his lips over mine to catch the deep, primal wail coming out of my mouth. He pumps hard twice more before his hips jerk awkwardly as he finishes inside of me. Our mouths break apart after he comes as we both gasp for air from the highest of highs.

“That should do it.” He laughs, pulling out. I giggle in response, shoving away the dark cloud of our last attempts to conceive.

“I feel pregnant already.” I joke to him.

I know this one will be different.

Five weeks later, after multiple Stanley Cup Celebrations, a parade down West 7th, and not nearly enough sleep, I smile down at the pregnancy test confirming what I already knew. Pregnant. I walk out of the bathroom where Kevin is coloring at the kid’s table with our older two babies. He perks up when he sees me walk into the room. A wide grin breaks onto his lips when he takes in the look on my face. He stands up and dances over to me, gripping my hips and kissing me tenderly.

“Our Stanley Cup baby.” I giggle when we pull apart.

“So lucky.” He whispers to me, resting his forehead against mine.

Our little family is almost complete.

#letters in your last name au #sam X kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 32

A/N: Wrote this chapter in 20 minutes. You never forget the little wins like that 🥰

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18 + Content, smidge of child birth- less dramatic than last time hehe.

Airplane seats were not made for women who are close to 7 months pregnant. That much is certain as I settle in to our first class seat, adjusting my hips so the baby settles into a better position. Although at this stage in pregnancy, there isn’t many “good” positions left. My husband plops down into the seat next to me with a huff. He’s been huffing and puffing all morning, but I refuse to let him blow down my vacation buzz. We are currently on our way to the Hilton Los Cabo resort for an extremely rare and short, season break.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Kevin grumbles from beside me.

“It’s fine.” I say to him, not looking up from my book. It’s a historical fiction about a few badass women helping the Allies get an edge in World War II.

“I am literally going to lose my shit if you give birth in Mexico.”

“I’m not. I’m giving birth on January 3rd.” I say to him, reminding him of my already scheduled cesarean appointment. With Luca being an emergency c-section, our doctor recommended leaning towards delivering this way again. It’s technically possible to do so naturally after one these days, but we opted to pencil in the delivery of our next child. Ya know, for easy planning.

“Yeah, if you don’t go into labor first.” He snaps at me. I sigh and drop my book, looking at my husband.

“I’m over this attitude.” I swirl my hand in a circle at him. “You’re acting like I made you buy these tickets, pack your bags, get into the car, drop Luca at my parents, go through the airport, and get on this plane, all with your balls in a vice.” My ensuing look is pointed at him. He purses his lips at me and shakes his head looking away. “Choices, baby, have consequences like unprotected sex.” I rub my hand over my belly. “And the doctor cleared me yesterday to do this, so quit getting your panties in a bunch. Mama needs a vacation and to not watch The Little Mermaid for a few days.”

“Would you two like something to drink before takeoff?” The flight attendant interrupts Kevin’s response.

“Vodka?” Kevin asks and I click my tongue at him.

“How about sparkling water? For both of us. With limes, please.” I narrow my eyes at my husband.

“I need a drink, Sam. I’m seriously concerned that we are going to get to 30,000 feet and your water is going to break.”

“Kevin. I’m pregnant, you’re not. Our daughter is sitting on my bladder right now, not yours. So your feelings are invalid. Now, shut up.” I hiss at him. The flight attendant gives me a knowing look and stifles a giggle.

“Sparkling water with a lime wedge it is.” She winks at me.

“Jesus take the wheel.” He mutters under his breath.

“You’ll be meeting Jesus soon if you don’t shape up.” I tell him as I flip my book back open. I can sense Kevin’s gaze on me, but he wises up and keeps his mouth shut until our plane lands in Baja California. The exhale that comes out of his mouth makes me smile when our eyes meet.

“I could be really mean right now, but I won’t.”

“Don’t even pretend.” He shakes his head at me with a nervous laugh. He leans forward and kisses me gently. His hand comes to my belly and pushes against our daughter.

We make it to the resort and onto the beach in under an hour. Kevin immediately dives into the ocean. I’m thankful for a break from his constant check ins. I settle into a chair with my book again, glancing every so often at my husband to make sure he keeps popping his head above the surface. It isn’t long before he’s emerging from the water, rippling muscles covered with droplets racing down them. I moan and bite my lip at his approach. He reaches for his towel on the lounge chair next to me, wiping his body off and studying me.

“You’re getting red. You need more sunscreen.” He completely misses my invitation. Instead, he reaches into our beach bag for the baby sunblock we brought from the room. “Maybe we should get another umbrella over here for you.” He extends his hand to me with the bottle. “Also, I haven’t seen you drink enough water today.” My eye twitches at the last sentence. I release a heavy sigh and put my book down. He is killing me. At this rate, I won’t be enjoying more than five minutes of this vacation.

“Kevin. Baby, I love you so much, but you are getting on my last damn nerve.” I say to him, flipping my sunglass up so he can see the annoyance in my green eyes. “You have been concerned about this pregnancy since the day you saw her on the ultrasound and it is getting to be too much. Your girls are fine. Relax.”

“Sorry I love you two.” Defensiveness drips from his tone.

“I know you love us, but you’re smothering us. And I’ve asked you to stop multiple times.”

“Us?” He questions with a wrinkle of his nose.

“Yes! Us! Lacey told me she wants to enjoy this vacation without your fussing!” The sound of our daughter’s name makes Kevin’s frustration ease. I flick my sunglasses back down onto my nose. “If you need a task, go get me something to drink that isn’t water.” My tone is pointed and a reminder for him to mind his damn business about what I put into my body.

“Well… what do you want?” He asks me, grabbing his shirt and pulling it back over his large shoulders. He buttons one button to keep it together and stands.

“Surprise me.” I mumble without looking up from my book. Kevin hovers for another moment before slumping off to find a drink hut. When he is gone from ear shot I release another heavy sigh. He is so intense these days. This entire pregnancy really. He was not like this with Luca, but something about this one has him going a little crazy. Maybe it’s because of how difficult it was to conceive her. Maybe it’s because its our first daughter. I don’t know. All I know is if he’s like this now, what will he do when Lacey is out in this scary world?

“He will take care of you, sweetheart.” I murmur to our daughter. I press into where she’s resting and close my eyes. “You’re lucky to have him as your daddy. He’s a good man.” I assure her, rubbing a few tight circles over her on my stomach. A shadow casts over me. It’s my husband, standing above me with a grin.

“I heard that.”

“Good.” I say, reaching for the pink drink he extends adorned with a blue umbrella. “What is this?”

“Virgin Sex on the Beach. Didn’t think there was such a thing.” His eyes deepen before he glances over his shoulder, seeing how much privacy we have.

“I’m not having sex with you in the sand.” I say immediately as I take the glass from him. I know where he is trying to go with this. Luckily, his overprotectiveness has never applied to our sex life. “It takes forever to get out of the vag.”

“Damn it.” He groans. “Wait, how do you know that? We haven’t had sex on a beach.” I purse my lips around the straw and slide my gaze away.

“Samantha.” He tisks at me.

“Spring break. Pensacola Beach. Freshman year in college. It wasn’t that good because of said sand.” I shrug at him, settling back into my chaise. Kevin gives me a sour look. “Oh stop. It was with my boyfriend at the time. Tell me more about having your own apartment at 17.” His face immediately breaks out into a smile.

“Those were good days.”

“Fucker.” I narrow my eyes at him, sucking up the delicious juice through my red straw. “Just remember, Kevin. When you think back on those fond memories with your puck bunnies, your daughter will be 17 some day. You better pray that she doesn’t have an encounter with 17 year old you.” The smile immediately drops from Kevin’s face and he looks out across the tumultuous surface of the ocean, hopefully contemplating his poor life choices before me.

“I don’t need to think about those days when I get to wake up next to you every morning.” His gaze travels back to mine. I feel my eyes pinch behind my sunglasses. I reach out for his left hand and slide my thumb across his wedding band. His fingers lace around mine and he brings the back of my hand up to his lips.

“You’re good.” I compliment him.

“I know.” He laughs at me. “Baby, your cheeks are getting really red.” He says gently. “Let’s go up to the pool. There is more shade there.”

“Okay.” I concede, closing my book and tossing it into our bag.

Kevin gathers the rest of our stuff and we make our way up the stairs to the infinity pool. Surprisingly, its relatively empty besides one other couple who are obviously asleep in chaises beneath their cabana. We set our stuff down at two chairs across the pool from them before heading over to the entrance. Kevin jumps into the pool, deciding to forgo the traditional route of stairs. I leisurely walk down into the pool as Kevin drops below the surface of the water again. He stays under for a few moments before he crashes back up, looking at me while pushing his hair back from his face.

“I think in another life you were a fish.” I tease him as he swims over to me.

“I was definitely a shark.” His teeth snap playfully at me. He crouches down and gathers me into his arms, beginning to walk us both back into deeper water. “I’m sorry. I know I’m smothering you, but I can’t seem to stop. From the moment they said girl at the 20 week appointment, my chest has been tight with worry.” He confesses to me, as he continues to wade deeper into the pool. I sigh as the water wraps around my belly and up my breasts. I can feel the pressure of pregnancy releasing off my organs as we float in the warm water.

“S’okay. She’s safe in me.” I mumbled to him, resting my head against his shoulder. Being weightless in his arms and the extra exposure of the sun has my eye lids drooping peacefully.

“Do you want to go back to the room for a nap?” He asks me after a few more minutes of floating around.

“In a little bit. The water is holding her weight and it feels good.”

“Okay.” He murmurs to me. “You know what I’m thinking about right now?”

“The pool in Sweden?” I giggle to him without opening my eyes.

“I haven’t been in a pool since then when I haven’t thought of that.”

“Same.”

He rests his head against mine and water from his wet hair beads down my throat. My hand winds up his neck to the base of his head and I tangle my fingers through his wet locks. Kevin sighs and leans into my fingers. I smile against his shoulder then pucker my lips against his skin. He is warm beneath me and a slight sunburn is starting to bleed through. I open my mouth and take a sliver of his flesh lightly between my teeth. Kevin turns his head to place his lips against my temple.

“Love you.” He whispers to me like a secret the rest of the world isn’t in on. I pull back to look into his face. He’s drowning in adoration as our gazes meet.

“Love you more.” I say to him, pressing our lips together.

“Impossible.” He insists to me.

“Let’s go to bed and we can fight about it there.” I purr against his lips. My tongue traces his bottom lip and he opens his mouth to connect them.

When we get back to our room, Kevin takes me to bed and makes love to me. It’s passionate love making at it’s finest- full of sensual touches and loving caresses that have my pregnancy hormones bouncing in my body. We are both warm from the sun and everywhere our skin touches feels like fire. Afterwards, we rest contently in each others arms. Kevin’s fingers stroke my hair lovingly as our legs tangle together. My lashes flutter against his chest as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Go to sleep, baby.” Kevin finally whispers to me before his lips graze my forehead. His words hold the gentle nudge I need. I drift off in moments.

I awaken hours later as the golden light of the setting sun fills our hotel room. I gingerly sit up and wince at the feeling of my hip being asleep. I roll to my back for a moment and rub at the spiky feeling dancing down my leg. I notice Kevin’s absence and turn to look at the balcony that extends from our suite. I see my husband there, laying back in his chair with his head tilted towards the sun. He looks so good. The orange and yellow hues of the sunset bounce off his tan skin and muscular chest.

I carefully roll onto my side and push myself up into a sitting position. I scoot myself off the bed and try not to feel exasperated at how unnecessarily hard that was. My body is working overtime growing a human being. It’s okay if it doesn’t function like it used to before babies. My movement catches Kevin’s eye and he turns to take me in. I’m still naked and his brown eyes devour me. I watch his gaze slide to all his favorite places. A yearning need begins to throb ion my core. I reach for the plush hotel robe on the chair by the door, pulling it on before joining him outside.

“Sit with me.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me into his lap. “You look very beautiful.. and sexy.. and loved..” He says each word around a kiss.

“It’s cause you love me so good.” Kevin’s hands rest on my belly as I talk. We can both feel Lacey moving around at the sound of our voices.

“Pregnancy agrees with you.” Kevin murmurs to me. “You’re like a glowing goddess.”

“You must not have seen me trying to get off the bed just now.” I laugh at him, dropping my forehead to his. I pull back and look at his face again. He looks at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

“You’re perfect.” He says simply. And as I always do, I believe him. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I wish I could have real sushi.” I whine to him. “It would be so good here.”

“I know. I thought about that.” He frowns at me.

“Um.. honestly carne asada tacos sound good. With chips and guac.”

“You got it.” He pats my butt for me to rise. He walks over to his phone and begins to put our order in through the app.

“Oh! Babe! Fried ice cream!” I yell to him and he smiles at me, giving me a thumbs up.

“I already knew you wanted that.” He laughs when he joins me on the balcony after he’s done. “You’ve got my baby in there. She definitely wants ice cream.”

“I’ve never craved sweets more in my life than being pregnant with your children.” I shake my head at him. We grow quiet and look out across the ocean. The ripples of the water are glowing in the fading light. It’s picturesque. Just like the man sitting across from me.

“Oh, while you were sleeping, I called down to the spa and they have a massage therapist here who specializes in prenatal massages. Apparently, she’s from Canada and lives down here during the winter season.”

“What….” My eyes widen at him in excitement. “I want that. Tomorrow.” I nod my head at him.

“Good, cause you’re going. 10am.”

“What if she massages the baby right out of me?”

“You know I don’t think that’s funny.” He rolls his eyes at me. “Plus, Lacey and I talked about it while you were sleeping. She’s agreed to stay in you until we are back home.” I let out a loud snort of a laugh, tilting my head back.

“Wow, she’s already a daddy’s girl.”

A knock at the door stops Kevin from responding. He jogs to grab it and brings our meal out to me on the balcony. My carne asada tacos smell and look so good that my mouth is watering instantly. Kevin got Baja shrimp tacos. We both split the chips and guac and settle with water for drinks after our day in the sun.

“Have you heard from my parents? I thought they would have called at bedtime.” I ask him after my first bite. He nods his head at me, but swallows his food before he speaks.

“Your mom FaceTimed me with Luca while you were sleeping.”

“Dang it.” I frown, tapping Kevin’s phone screen to see the time. It’s well past Luca’s bedtime now. He’s likely been asleep for hours.

“It’s probably good he didn’t see you. He was a little upset. It would have been hard for you.” He gives me a small shrug.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Did he cry when he saw you?”

“No, but he was going down that road the longer we talked, so I told your mom we should just end the call. She texted me a picture of him five minutes later with your dad reading to him. He was happy and sleepy.”

“Okay. I’ll try to call tomorrow morning and see how it goes.” I pick up a piece of steak with my fingers, chewing it slowly. It melts in my mouth and is bursting with flavors of citrus and salt. “It’s been a little easier than I thought to be away from him.” I admit to Kevin.

“You needed a break.” He acknowledges to me. “You’ve been doing a lot the last few months- growing a baby and chasing a toddler.”

“That’s true. I feel kind of guilty though.” I shrug my shoulders.

“You’re an amazing mom. Every parent needs a break from their kid. It's normal.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just… I kind of feel bad that you have this week off and I took you away from him. Not sure that’s fair to either of you.”

“Babe, we needed to reconnect with each other. Being here together is going to make us better parents for him when we get back.” I nod my head in agreement.

“Yeah, I know you’re right.” I push my plate of half eaten tacos away. At this point in my pregnancy, I get full pretty quickly. But there is always room for dessert. “Where is my ice cream?” I ask him. He laughs and goes into the fridge, grabbing it and placing it in front of me. It’s at a perfect eating consistency and easy to spoon into my mouth.

“Fuck…” I moan out as the first bite slides into my mouth. Kevin’s eyes meet mine and an awareness blankets the balcony. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and lick the remaining ice cream off the back of the spoon. Kevin clears his throat and breaks his gaze away from mine. “I can’t wait to do this to you later.” I whisper to him. His gaze darts back to my eyes. I deliberately run my tongue along each edge of my top teeth while looking into his eyes. Kevin swallows and he releases a quick exhale.

“Just tell me when.” He finally speaks to me. His voice is dripping with obvious arousal. I’m satisfied with his response.

“When I’m done with my ice cream.” Kevin nods his head at my teasing and then smirks. His tongue dances along his bottom lip before he sucks in a corner of it between his teeth. It pops back into place, a little plumper than before. I blink as a wave of involuntary pleasure weaves around my body. My mouth instantly begins to water. It has nothing to do with the ice cream on my spoon.

“Now.” I whimper out to him. He pumps his fist, then picks me up and we fall into bed moments later.

After we take the latest edge off, Kevin spoons me from behind. I lazily run my fingers along his forearm where his hand is resting on my bump.

“I’m glad you made us do this.” He whispers into my ear. His breath makes a few strands of my hair tickle my face. “We feel like us again… Sam and Kevin, not mom and dad.”

I sigh and lean back deeper into his chest. His palm tightens around my bump and our daughter kicks against him.

“We do. And now I’m ready for her to be here.” I murmur to him.

“Me too.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose. “But for now, go get that ice cream you’re obviously still thinking about. Then, I’ll rub your feet.”

“Yay!” I shimmy in excitement and bounce off the bed to the balcony. He laughs and watches me from the bed like a man who hasn’t had enough of his wife.

I reach for my ice cream, not even caring that it’s barely ice cream anymore, and turn with the cup in my hand. I pause there, taking in the view from across the room. Kevin has grabbed the remote for the TV and he flicks through the channels to find something for us to watch. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes trail down his naked body. He’s strong and sexy but most of all he’s sweet. The sweetest man I could have ever asked for to be mine. He absentmindedly brings a hand to his face and he rubs at the days worth of stubble growing there. I could watch him just be, doing normal human things, for hours. My lack of movement draws his eyes to me. The smile that he gives me forces goosebumps to break out down my body. Thank God this man’s baby is in me.

“Holy shit.” I say through bubbling tears in my throat. “I love you. Way more than this ice cream.” At this point in my pregnancy, he’s immune to my hormonal emotions.

“Good. Now, come back to bed.” _ _ _

My eyes are closed when I hear her cry for the first time. Just like with Luca, the overwhelming emotions sweep over me. Kevin’s lips are on my cheek and he grips my hand tightly.

“Are you okay?” He asks me, noting my silence. All I can do is nod.

She’s finally here.

When I open my eyes, I watch intently as they hand Lacey to Kevin to hold. His lips part as he sucks in a surprising breath when he sees her face.

“I’m done for.” He whispers to me. His eyes are filling with tears and I’m a little concerned something is wrong with her. “She looks just like you.” He finally tells me, turning our daughter so I can see her face. He is right. Even through the goop, she’s a Stalock through and through. I beam at him and my eyes match his teary ones.

“She is me.” I confirm to him.

“She is so lucky. So beautiful.” He smiles and brings her down closer to my face. She’s pure perfection. Her eyes are open and she’s looking around at her new surroundings. Her face is beginning to signal a cry, distorting in anguish.

“Mama’s here, Lace.” I whisper to her. She pauses mid-cry at the sound of my voice. Fresh tears leak from my eyes and Kevin reaches to brush them away. “Babe, I want to hold her.”

“Okay.” Kevin murmurs to me, scooting closer with his chair and leaning forward. He gently places Lacey on my chest, helping my arms support her weight in my drugged up haze. I reach for her face and slowly brush the tips of my fingers over her features. Kevin sighs contently next to me as his brown eyes turn to mush while looking at our daughter. He’s head over heels in love with a new girl. And I’m perfectly okay with that.

“What is this sweet girl’s name?” Grace asks as she checks our baby’s heartbeat again. It’s strong and steady, just how we want it.

“Lacey Marie Fiala.” I tell her without taking my eyes from our daughter.

“Vítej na světě, naše dokonalá holka.” Kevin speaks softly in Czech.

Welcome to the world, our perfect girl.

#letters in your last name au #sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 31

A/N: Ahhhhh yes. When all became right in these little loves world again 🥰

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ Content, infertility mentions

“Luca, look at mom.” I call to my son, phone at the ready. He turns his big, brown eyes to me in question, scowling slightly at pulling him away from the toy in his hands. “For daddy.” I say as I pause over the circle on my iPhone. This pulls a slight smile from my son as he thinks of his favorite person who is currently in Anaheim. “So cute!” I squeal at him, wiggling my fingers against his tummy. He squeezes his shoulder to his cheek shyly, but a huge grin takes over his face.

I pause the cart in the snack aisle, sending the picture off to my husband for whenever he is done with practice. It’s an off day in Southern California so I know Kevin will be dashing to the beach for some sunshine whenever he is given the green light. It’s a warm-ish spring day in Minnesota and the rest of these Fialas’ day will be spent outside too.

“Okay, mommy needs some Excedrin and then we are outta here.” I say to Luca, pushing the cart in the direction of the medicine aisle. I swing the cart through, avoiding the end cap that has Clear Blue pregnancy tests ready for an easy dash and grab. I haven’t needed one of those in over six months.

I barely feel the twinge of sadness as I grab the bottle of Excedrin I was needing. I made the right decision when I told Kevin we needed to stop trying. There is still sadness and disappointment, but the overwhelming, gut wrenching devastation has dissipated with time. Kevin and I are back to having sex for enjoyment again. If anything, we are more in tune to each other now that it doesn’t have so much pressure surrounding it. He can’t keep his hands off me when he gets home from road trips. Knowing that tomorrow is one of those days has my cheeks turning pink in Target.

“Okay, that’s it!” I cheer to my son who is oblivious to how long we have been here. The yellow Tonka truck we brought with from home has done the heavy lifting during our errands today.

We go through the checkout line in a breeze with the few items I needed to grab. They all easily fit in a paper bag, that is light enough that we can head to the parking lot without the cart. I drop the cart at the entrance and lift Luca into my arms. He stretches his hands out to press against my chest.

“Oh, ouch!” I suck in a surprised breath at the tenderness. I gently rub my finger tips over the area, wondering why that hurt so bad. I set Luca back down and have him take my hand. “Pick those feet up, bud.” I encourage him to move his toddler legs a bit faster as we head to the Range Rover. I unlock the door, hoisting him up and yelping again at the tenderness of my breasts beneath his resting weight.

“Mama, owie.” Luca murmurs to me as he twirls the wheel of his toy.

“Yeah, bubba.” I say, clicking his car seat securely, then adjusting his straps across his chest and shoulders. I close the door, getting into the driver’s seat as my phone buzzes with a text from Kevin.

Damn, we made a cute baby. I miss you two. Can’t wait to hug you tomorrow.

Just a hug? I text back to him with a sly smile.

And eat your 😸. I figured that was a given. The text is finished with 👅 for extra emphasis.

A small, uncontrollable moan falls from my lips as I think of his face between my thighs. Goosebumps break out along my arms and my nipples tighten painfully against my chest. I wince, pressing my palm against the right one. The ache reminds me of the early symptoms... I… had… with… Luca.

Oh.

I place my phone down in the cupholder, thinking back to when I last had my period. I had it on New Year’s Eve because Kevin was utterly drunk and disappointed when he tried to dip into my pants. Can I remember having it after that? My mind races, trying to remember. Oh yes, I did have it the next month because it came when we were out to a very early Valentine’s Day dinner. I didn’t have anything, so I needed to use what was provided in the restaurant bathroom. But after that, it all gets fuzzy.

My mind suppresses the dash of hope that begins to bloom in my chest. No. I will not go there. I can’t go there. Kevin is out of town and Luca needs me to be present. I reach up, pressing my finger tips into my skin again.

Fuck, ouch.

“Mommy forgot something in the store bud.” I say to my son, remembering exactly where those Clear Blue pregnancy tests were. I unbuckle my seatbelt to gather Luca, and his Tonka truck, for our second trek into Target.

After securing the fickle stick of fate, the rest of the day is filled with toddler entertainment. We head home and play outside in the sandbox, then with the various inflatable sports balls he has. Eventually, we both get hungry so we head inside to eat leftover pasta and share a cupcake. Kevin calls around 7 to check in. He sits in his hotel bed shirtless, absentmindedly rubbing at his chest while he speaks to Luca.

“Did you have a good day with mama?” Kevin asks him, watching our son’s face. Luca is staring more at himself in the phone screen than his dad.

“Yuh.” He answers, small lips puckering up for a kiss. Kevin smiles and then does the same.

“Daddy misses you, baby.” He says, eyes crinkling in the corners with his wide grin as Luca begins to blow spit bubbles at the camera. From there, Luca sticks his tongue all the way out of his mouth causing a laugh from me as well.

“We miss you.” I tell Kevin, leaning down to kiss the top of our son’s head. I ponder if I should mention my suspicions to him. But then Kevin yawns and Luca begins to wiggle against my grip to leave the couch. I let our toddler go, watching as he heads to his table to play with his large, animal puzzle. I don’t want this to be the moment we hop back on this roller coaster. I need to know for sure. I’ll tell him no matter what it is, but not right now.

“You look so sexy tonight.” Kevin’s voice is low and sinful. I bring my gaze back to him, watching as his teeth scrape his bottom lip into his mouth. “Lift your shirt for me.”

“No. Our son is right here.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Come on. He won’t even know what you’re doing. Daddy wants to see mommy’s nipples. Bonus points if you touch yourself.”

“Kev, stop.” I whisper, feeling the persistent pulse build between my legs.

“Mmm, did that get you?” His tone is sizzling with desire as his eyes watch my face. I nod my head insistently at him. “Can I have you rough tomorrow?” He asks me, sitting up a bit more in bed. “I’m dying to hear you cry out my name while you take me deep.” I glance nervously at our son who is unaware of the heat rising in the room.

“Ar!” Luca yelps out to me, holding up the puzzle piece of a lion.

“Yeah, roar!” I exclaim excitedly. He beams at me. “Smart boy.” I turn back to my other boy who watches me with fiery eyes that beg for me to give him a peek. I tilt the screen down a bit, then pull back the cups of my bra to show him the top swells of my breasts. They are very obviously engorged. I wonder if he notices as the fingers of my free hand tease along the soft skin. “You put your face between my thighs first, then you can have me anyway you want.” He lets out a soft grunt then shifts again in bed, making me question what his hands are doing where I can’t see them.

“Yessssss.” He hisses at me, then laughs at the sound of Luca roaring louder across the room. “That will be daddy tomorrow.”

“Ha!” I laugh loudly, shoulders shaking as Kevin’s laughter fills the room with us.

“Alright, I’ll let you two go. I know it’s already past bedtime.”

“Yeah, I am sensing a fight with this one tonight.”

“No.” Kevin says sarcastically, knowing Luca fights sleep until he physically can’t keep his eyes open anymore. “I love you, Sam.” The way he says my name has my body melting back into the couch. I pout at him a bit, wishing he was on this couch with me right now. I say goodbye, turning the camera the other way so he can see Luca.

“Say bye to daddy, Luca.”

“Byeeeee.” He waves, then brings his hand to his mouth and blows a kiss.

“I love you, buddy. I’ll see you soon.” Luca has already turned away from Kevin and onto the next puzzle piece. “Bye babe.” Kevin says once more to me, then clicks off the FaceTime call.

When it comes to bedtime, Luca’s independent demeanor crumbles immediately.

“No.” Luca pouts as I lower him into his bed. “No!” He squeals more, wiggling to a standing position immediately when his body hits his mattress. “Mama.” He begins to sob, big crocodile tears dripping from the brown eyes he inherited from his dad.

“Baby. Try to sleep in your bed.” I coo, running a hand over his head. He’s been sleeping with me more than I would like while Kevin is on the road. It’s time for me to break that habit and get him comfortable sleeping on his own. After all, soon he will have a big boy bed and be out of his crib. The thought makes my heart lurch into my throat. More so than any of those reasons though Luca needs to go to sleep because I have a date with a test in the master bathroom.

“No!” Luca’s screams gain volume as he collapses his full body weight into the mattress. I slowly push out a calming breath, resisting the urge to give in to his tantrum. I reach out and run my fingers along his back over the buffalo plaid pajamas he has on tonight. “Mama!” He wails again, turning to suck in a breath after stuffing his face into his blanket.

“You’re okay.” I murmur, rubbing my hand deeper into his back. His hiccuping sobs settle down into heavy breaths as the tears seep into his hockey sheets. Eventually, he goes quiet as his eyelids droop. When the soft puffs of his breath indicate his slumber, I slowly tip toe out of the bedroom.

My steps lead me to our master bathroom. I exhale a breath and grab the box with the pregnancy test in it. When I finish, I click the cap back on, setting it on the flat surface of the counter. I glance at myself in the mirror, frowning at the lopsided flop of my pony tail. I pull out the scrunchie, then work the fine hairs that escaped back up into place.

My eyes dart down to the test, then do a double take at the immediate answer that appeared in under thirty seconds. A shocked exhale springs from my lips. My jaw falls open as I drop my hands from my hair. One of them claps over my mouth as I pick the test up. The word is bold in the center causing my stomach to sink out of my body. Silent sobs immediately shake my frame as I settle myself onto the bathroom floor.

Pregnant.

With one word, the overwhelming joy bursts through to shatter the darkness that’s bloomed inside my body for the last 9 months.

We are having a baby. _ _ _

Kevin arrives home the next night to find Luca and I sleeping together on the couch in the living room. We had been watching the game together and then sleep found us. How the game ended, I couldn’t tell you, until I opened the NHL app to check the stats quick. Kevin scored two goals and an assist in the final half of the game. Oops. I awoke fifteen or so minutes ago, but haven’t quite gotten the energy to move us from our spot. A brief text from Kevin told me that he had already landed in Minnesota and was making the drive home.

I hear my husband’s rolling luggage before his footsteps. The door shuts softly behind him. My eyes are closed as I listen to his approach. He sets his keys, phone, and wallet on the counter before he walks to the couch. My eyes open when I sense him hover over us. He smiles warmly at me as he works on the first few buttons closing his white shirt.

“Hi.” He whispers. He walks to the side of the couch so he can lean down and kiss my lips. “Mmm. Not much in the world better than this.” He murmurs, nuzzling our noses together before he moves to our son. His lips brush Luca’s forehead as his hand strokes my arm.

“Welcome home.” I murmur, watching his face, seeing if he noticed Luca’s shirt yet. Of all the ways to tell Kevin, I knew having Luca do it would be best. I dressed him in a blue shirt that says Big Brother in bold, white lettering. He’s currently scrunched on his side between me and the couch, so it’s likely that Kevin can’t actually see the words yet. “You played great tonight.” I watch eagerly as his fingers work the remaining buttons of his shirt down. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s hard when the secret is so meaningful. He doesn’t respond until his shirt lays open exposing his chest.

“Thank you. Felt like I finally got my legs under me tonight.” He shrugs his suit jacket off, draping it over the back of the couch.

“Yeah, you looked so quick out there. All over the ice.” I reach down to Luca’s face, brushing his hair off his forehead. His lips are parted, sucking in silent breaths. He looks so much like a real person now. Nothing like the squishy baby he was when he first slept with me on this couch. A hint of a smile dusts my lips as I think of the baby growing in me now. Getting to have all those moments again as a family fills me with an indescribable gratitude.

“How was your day?”

“Good. We played, napped, and went to visit my parents for a bit. Plus, he ate his whole plate at dinner tonight, even the green beans.”

“What? Wow. He’s getting so big.” A disgruntled pout fills Kevin’s lips.

“I know. I hate it. But also love it? I don’t know. Parenthood is strange.”

“My favorite part of this age is him sleeping in his own room.” Kevin says with a grin. “So mommy and daddy can do adult things in their bed.”

“Does daddy want to go do adult things right now?” I tease him with a laugh.

“Yeah, he’s pretty desperate to get mommy naked.” He chuckles, then moves forward to reach around me for Luca. He scoops him up easily. I watching breathlessly as my husband’s eyes travel over our son, pausing at his shirt. He stills immediately, then his gaze snaps to mine with a shocked expression. “This looks new?” His eyes sparkle, so much hope filling his features that if it wasn’t, I think it would kill him. I nod at him. He smoothes the shirt out, double checking he read it correctly. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” I nod my head again, tears brim along my eye lids as I begin to shake in excitement. “We are having a baby.”

“Babe!” He exclaims, causing Luca to stir. “Oh my god.” He pulls Luca tight to his chest as he stares at me. He blinks in disbelief as I reach for the test I had in the pocket of my pajama pants. I hand it to him. “Wow.” He breathes out as he stares at it. “Come here.” He tugs me into his body. “Oh my god… Sam…” I can sense his struggle to find the right words, but he doesn’t have to say anything else. Everything he is feeling right now is replicated in my veins.

“I took it last night, but wanted to be together when I told you.” My arms snake around his hips as my cheek rests against his warm chest. The buttons of his shirt dig into my cheek, so I brush it away to go against his bare skin. Kevin squeezes me tighter to him, resting his lips on the top of my head.

“Kiss me.” His words are demanding yet desperate. I tilt my face to meet his and sigh happily at the pressure of his mouth. His tongue is gentle as it slides against mine, lazily indulging in me.

“I’m so excited, Kev. I love having your baby in me.” I murmur against his lips. He nips and sucks at me a few more times before he answers.

“Damn, and I thought I needed you before.” His voice is rough as he grinds the front of his pants into me. I can feel his hard erection straining against the fabric. I go on my tip toes to keep our lips connected, then run my hand over his bulge. “Ahhh..” He hisses when I stroke him a few more times. “Upstairs.” He grabs my hand from the front of his pants and tugs me towards the stairs. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a second.” He kisses me hard on the mouth when we get to Luca’s room. Our son is still sleeping in Kevin’s arms, again unaware of the heat between his parents.

I do as I’m told. I go to my side of the bed, setting my phone on it’s charger and pulling the sweatshirt over my head. By the time my face comes out of the fabric, my husband is walking into the room. His lips stretch into an excited grin while his eyes darken with unmistakable desire. He sheds his shirt immediately while he walks around the bed to grab me. His mouth clings to mine when we meet each other. His hands slide down my back to my ass cheeks, grabbing them greedily in his large palms. He lifts me into his arms, lips never leaving mine as he does so.

“Fuck. I wanted you so rough tonight. But I can’t now.” He moans, moving my heat in steady strokes against his erection.

“Just fuck me, Kev. We will be fine.”

“Kay. Tell me if it’s too much.” He lightly drops me onto the bed. I reach for his Louis Vuitton belt, unbuckling it. I push it out of the way and grope for the button, then the zipper of his dress pants. They both fall away as I slide my hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs. When my hand wraps around his shaft he thrusts up into my hand. He’s not kidding; he wants me bad.

“You ready?” He asks me before he slides my pants from my hips. He moves my panties to the side, feeling my full lips. I groan as his fingers smooth over my clit. He puts more pressure in, wiggling just the right way that has my hips jerking. “Yeah, you’re ready.” He answers for me. “I love how turned on you are when you’re pregnant with my baby.” He coos. “How are your breasts?”

“Painful.” I love how he remembers that from my pregnancy with Luca.

“Can I try?” He asks me for permission, lips hovering over my right one. I nod. “Speak, baby.” He encourages, eyes looking into mine, still not moving.

“Yes.”

The word drips from my mouth and he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue snakes against the sensitive bud, then he gently encloses his lips over it. Once it’s in his mouth, his tongue strokes again and I cry out.

“Good. So good.” I say so he knows it’s okay. “Don’t stop. Babe…” I’m so close as he wiggles his fingers against my clit again. He adjusts, sliding two fingers into my entrance, thumb staying against my throbbing button. My wetness coats his fingers, letting him glide perfectly in and out of me. My muscles tighten around him, gripping his appendages as I come on his hand. Once the last wave of orgasm has left me limp, Kevin pulls away. His powerful thighs have me drooling as he roughly tugs me down the bed where he kneels between my spread legs.

“Please.” I beg him as he strokes the head of his cock through my wet folds.

His eyes go to my face as he slides into me. The pleasure curls his lips into a sneer before he moans my name. His hands reach for mine, lacing our fingers together. He moves our intertwined hands above my head as his first few thrusts drive hard into me. My breath falls roughly from my lips as he plows deeper. Short, loud inhales followed by moans drip from me uninhibitedly.

“Mmm, baby, you are so wet. You feel so good. So perfect. All mine.” His words flirt with my lips as he leans over my face. “Keep your eyes open when you come.” He watches as the pleasure tightens my forehead, tugging my eyebrows down.

“I can’t.” I moan, feeling the first flick of it lash at me.

“Yes, you can. Be good for me, beautiful girl.” His praise ignites a hotter fire on my skin. He drives his hips farther into me. I exhale in surprise and grip his fingers tighter. My eyes close, so he pulls one of his hands away, gripping my cheek as a reminder. “Baby.” His tone is firm as his hips roll then snap forcefully into me. He does this three more times as his thumb strokes my face. My eyes fly open and I hold them there, gaze connected with his, as I soar into the abyss.

“Kev!” I grit my teeth as the intense euphoria rolls through my body. Tingles of pleasure burst out from my bones. Full shivers shake my limbs as my nipples tighten painfully against his chest. I pant heavily as the force steals the breath from my lungs. “Oh god.” My voice doesn’t even sound like me. I’ve lost complete control of my body and convulse. My husband grins down at me then groans as he spills inside of me.

“My perfect wife.” He murmurs, placing kisses all over my face as he slowly thrusts into me, pushing his cum deeper.

“I’m already pregnant.” I joke as I savor the feeling while struggling to breathe.

“I know… you feel so good that I want to keep going.” I can feel my inner muscles still pulsing around him and think to myself that I agree. He feels incredible like this, filling me completely while gently rocking into me. His hips thrust once more, then he pulls out.

He drops his face to my stomach, lips skirting along the thin, white scar from Luca’s delivery. Now, our second baby grows beneath his kisses.

“I’m so happy.” He mumbles the words into my skin. My eyes are still closed as the grin spreads my mouth apart.

“We are so lucky.” I whisper, knowing it’s the truth. There are so many other couples who don’t get to experience this gift. Now, we get it twice.

“We are. And you make beautiful babies for us. Another perfect blend of you and me.” He kisses up, between my breasts until he reaches my face.

“If this one could look more like me, that would be great.” I tease him, fingers flirting along his strong jaw. “You’re just a little uglier than me. It’s not fair to our kids.” I purse my lips against the immediate laugh that forms in my throat.

“Wow.” Kevin rolls his eyes at me. “Thanks for loving me despite that.” He grabs my leg, moving it so he can fall onto his back next to me. I dissolve into giggles. “Just rocked your fucking world and this is the thanks I get.” He runs an annoyed hand through his hair.

“I’m obviously kidding.” I shove at his arm, maneuvering onto my side so I can curl into his body. “You’re the sexiest man alive. I’ll call People magazine tomorrow to let them know they can stop the search for good.” His chest rumbles with a laugh beneath my cheek. His hand comes up to smooth my hairs down from where they are tickling his cheek.

Kevin reaches for my stomach and places his hand there. I cover his with mine and close my eyes at the intimacy of the touch. Kevin releases a low, content sigh. I open my eyes, tilting my face up so we look at each other. We don’t need to share any words. We both know how deeply grateful we are for the life we share together. His lips pull apart into a smile and I feel a pinch build in my eyes.

“I love you.” We say it at the same time. Our foreheads press together and our eyes close again.

In our bed, in my husband’s arms, with Luca sleeping down the hall, there is nothing missing.

We have everything we need.

#Sam X Kevin Fiala #letters in your last name au #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 27

A/N: Prays I figured it out and this posts.... If it does, just wanna point out that last lil line cause I eat stuff like that up! Even in my own work :)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: baby making, so SMUT 18+ Content, Pregnancy talk.

My heart sinks into my stomach as the puck snaps the twine behind Cam Talbot, signaling the end of another Wild season. This one hurts more than the others. I rub at the ache in my chest, looking around at the other dejected family members. Slowly, I sink back into my chair, eyes searching the ice for Kevin. He’s on this side of the rink, bent over on his stick in defeat. The pain in my chest accelerates and I grip my shirt over it.

Another end to another incredible season without the cup.

The family lounge is silent after the game. Many of the wives with children have already filtered out. Prior to that, tears and sniffling could be heard amongst the group. Lauren and I sit together wordlessly on the couch. The wait is longer than usual, but when Kevin pokes his head in, he waves me towards him without entering further.

“See you soon.” I say to Lauren, knowing there will be an end of the year celebration where we can be together again, one last time, before the off-season.

The off-season. Kevin and I haven’t decided what we are going to do. We have been so caught up in the excitement of the post-season that our European plans have been non-existent. Plus, our house is in the final stages of being completed. We need to move our things there before we can consider leaving the U.S.

I shake my head when I reach him, having no words to soothe the deep frown on his face. His hands slide around my hips then we hug each other fiercely. I sigh, placing my lips against his cheek, noting the cut along his jaw and the slight bruising of his cheek. My lips run gently over the raised flesh, hoping to relieve more pain than just his cut.

“Home.” Is all Kevin says to me as he grabs my hand. We silently move out of the arena. A few of the Wild staff members tap Kevin on the shoulder as we pass them, a silent acknowledgement of another incredible season from him. I hate that it ended this way. I wanted him to have something to show for another career year. He deserved that.

Maybe next year.

We get in his car and exit the parking garage. Kevin tosses a wave to Gary, the parking attendant, then guides us towards home. I reach for his hand, lacing our fingers together and bringing his hand to my face. I can smell his crisp body wash on his skin. My lips linger on him until he looks over at me. He gives me a minuscule tilt of his lips before his eyes return to the road. Our silence remains until well after we have made it to our walk-in closet. Kevin’s movements to undress are slow at first, then after struggling a bit with his tie, they become angry and harsh.

“For fuck’s sake.” Kevin snaps, tugging harder so that his head thrusts forward. “Just cut this fucking thing off of me.” He turns to me, exasperation folding his eyebrows together.

“I think we can salvage it.” I whisper, gently working the smooth fabric out of the knot he formed. When it’s released and swinging down his chest, he stays still, just staring at me.

“I really thought this was the year.” His voice is soaked in disappointment as he speaks.

“I know.” I respond, reaching up for his non-injured cheek. He leans his face into my touch, then turns his lips to press into my palm. As he pauses there, I reach for the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one of them one-handed. He turns his head and watches my face as I do this.

“I can’t tonight.” He shakes his head at me, feeling the need for him in my touch. “I’ve got nothing left. You deserve better than that.”

“It’s okay.” I nod, continuing to unbutton his shirt. I help him out of his suit jacket then his shirt falls to the floor. I tug his belt apart before working on loosening his pants. They join the rest of his clothes on the carpet. When he’s left in his boxer briefs, I step forward, wrapping my arms around his body and holding myself to his bare warmth. The curly hairs of his chest tickle my nose. His arms tighten around me then I feel his body heave with a relieved sigh.

“You make everything better, baby.” He murmurs, lips brushing the top of my head with each word. I smile against his skin.

I’m just what the doctor ordered.

_ _ _

Maddie Spurgeon is a four year old on a mission. She’s hustling after the big kids who are playing tag in the front yard of her home. The end of the year party is in full swing and the Wild kids are making the most of the bounce house, face artist and dessert bar Danielle has provided for them.

I take a sip of my High Noon, lacing my fingers lazily with Kevin’s as I watch the four year old buzz around the older kids. She’s currently “It” and the big kids aren’t going easy on her. Her little legs pump insistently into the grass, hustling after Dmitry Kulikov’s son who is close to her age. He outmaneuvers her which causes Maddie to trip over her feet and land face first into the grass.

“Ooo.” I wince, watching as she slowly gets up. Her eyes meet mine, her lips begin to tremble and she lets out a wail. “Come here, Mads.” I call to her, handing Kevin my drink and walking through the circle of adults to her. “I know. That looks like it hurt.” She is sobbing by the time we meet. I swoop her up, waving Danielle off where she has her hands full with refills for the food table. I smooth Maddie’s hair down as her mom mouths a "thank you" to me. Fat tears slide down her red cheeks as she sucks in a wavering breath. “Can you show me where it hurts?” I ask her. She immediately points to her knee. It’s red and a little green from the grass, but her skin is still in tact.

“Ouch.” She whimpers to me.

“Yeah, that isn’t fun, huh?” She shakes her head no.

“I’ve been told big hugs can make things a little better. Should we try?” I walk back over to the group of adults as she squeezes her little body tighter to me. I hug her back tenderly, swaying us as we reach Kevin.

“We have an owie.” I tell him earnestly. “But, I think you’re going to be okay, ya?” I ask Maddie who shakes her head confidently.

“So brave.” Kevin encourages her with a smile.

“Kev. You gotta put a baby in her.” Natascia Foligno points to me with her beer bottle. “Doesn’t she look good with a baby on her hip?”

“You’ve never looked better, babe.” Kevin smolders at me.

“I think so too!” I say while bouncing the smallest Spurgeon on my hip. The hug has worked and her tears are dried to her cheeks now. “Watch how I multitask.” I point to Kevin then take a sip of the High Noon he gave back to me. “Future mom of the year material.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him so they dance above my sunglasses. Kevin chuckles at me. The rest of the group goes back to their conversations, but my husband’s eyes remain on me. They dance between me and Maddie, drinking me in. I flip my sunglasses up so he can see my eyes.

“What are you doing later tonight?” He asks me as I walk closer to him.

“Hopefully you’re putting a baby in me.” I respond, leaning forward to press our lips together. Kevin’s eyes remains open in surprise during our kiss. Maddie wiggles against my grasp. I set her down, watching as she hustles off to the rest of the kids. “See, all better.” I smile at him. His gaze slides down my body then to the side where the house is.

“You serious?” He asks me, tugging at my fingers. I nod earnestly. “Why wait until tonight? Let’s go now.” He whispers in my ear.

“No.” I laugh, pushing at his chest. “The team will know and we will never live that down.”

“I’m okay with that.” He shrugs, tightening his grip on my hips. “What if you change your mind before we get home?”

“I won’t. Plus I already pulled the goalie earlier this week.” Kevin pauses with his beer bottle on his lips. “So, if you don’t want to have a baby, you need to bring the goalie.”

“What! Really?” His eyebrows shoot up excitedly. My huge grin is his confirmation. “Yeah. I can’t wait. We gotta go now.”

“No!” I laugh as he pulls me backwards closer to the house. “There are too many people. Patience. Let’s do it right.” I finish with a quiet tone, bringing the sincerity of the moment back to our minds.

“Well, now I’m nervous.” He chuckles, looking away from me at the kids running across the lawn.

I wonder if he is envisioning ours with them like I am.

He still looks nervous later that night after we arrive home. He tosses his keys and wallet into the bowl by the door. His brown eyes study me as I go to the counter to filter through the mail that came today. There’s a card that looks to be from Switzerland, likely his Grandpa Jan. Jan likes to clip articles from newspapers and magazines that mention Kevin. He usually sends a card with them once a month with sweet notes about how proud he is of Kev. I smile at it, setting it aside for him as he comes to stand next to me.

His hand brushes along the small of my back, reaching for the belt loop on my shorts to pull me tight to him. His fingers slide across my skin in circles as his brown eyes watch me sort the rest of the mail. My green gaze slides to him and I bite my lip. For some reason, this moment feels more intense than I thought it would. Life changing. It isn’t just sex. Now there is an important purpose to the pleasure.

“You should open that.” I push the card closer to him still. When my eyes meet his, I’m taken aback by how he looks. “Kev.” I whimper as his lips find mine. His tongue instantly flicks into my mouth. We turn together, clinging desperately to one another as our lips move. His hands move from my back to my face, holding me sweetly as our kisses slow. He pulls away from me.

“You still want this?” His voice is thick with desire.

“Yes.” I say without hesitation. “Do you?”

“God, yes. So much, baby.” He grins at me. I smile back, letting out a light laugh.

His hands come to my thighs so he can lift me onto the counter. This is far from the first time I’ve been up here with him between my legs, but it might be the last. The thought makes me pause, reaching for his hands.

“Remember the first time you set me here?” I ask him.

“Like I could forget. Remember the next morning?” He wonders as he kisses along my thighs. “You came out here all dressed like you were supposed to leave.” My eyes slide shut, laughing and dissolving into the memory of us.

My sock covered feet are silent as I move down the hallway to the open concept living space of Kevin’s apartment. He doesn’t hear or see me coming. He is standing with his back turned to me, in front of a pan on the stove top.

“Fucking A.” I hear him mutter under his breath. The smell of something burning reaches my nose. He’s shirtless and wearing black sweatpants low on his hips. The Calvin Klein band of his underwear peaks out at me, momentarily pulling me back to last night, sliding that band down his hips and thanking the heavens for what was beneath.

The muscles of his broad shoulders flex in movement before he turns towards me. His eyes are watching the pan where I can see the pancake he was attempting to make has burned to a crisp. I purse my lips against the laugh threatening to escape my throat. I must have made a noise though because Kevin flinches as his eyes find me.

“Maybe a little less time for the next one.” My tone is teasing as I try to be casual, leaning against the island between us.

“Probably a lot less time.” He shakes his head, walking to the trash can and throwing the crisp, wonky cake in. “It can only get better from here right?” He jokes with me. His smile dims a bit when he turns to take me in fully. “Oh, do you need to leave?” He asks, gesturing to me being back in my clothes from last night.

“Ah…” I bite my lip and pull it into my mouth, not sure what to say. My eyes dance away from him and rest on the pan.

“Don’t be afraid of my cooking skills. There is always delivery.” His self-deprecating laugh is infectious and mine joins his for a few moments. He walks back over to the stove, setting the pan down before walking around the counter to me. I turn so he can pull me into his body. His lips press gently against mine, a distinct change of pace from the franticness of last night. When he pulls away, his brown eyes study me.

“I…” I start but trail off. I lick my lips, silently encouraging myself to just be brave. To acknowledge that I’m not sure what this is and that I don’t know what to do with myself in the brightness of the morning after what we did in the dark. “I’m just not sure… ah, I didn’t want to assume that I should stay.”

“I don’t have practice today.” He shrugs his big shoulders at me.

“Yeah, I… Well I know you don't have practice, but I didn’t want to assume you wanted me to stick around.” I add in a casual laugh at the end, like I couldn’t care less about staying or going. His eyebrows jump up in question. “I am not sure what the morning etiquette is. I haven’t had a one night stand before.” I focus my gaze out at the skyline because looking directly at him feels too risky.

Silence coats the room except for the sound of a door closing outside in the hall. Reluctantly, my eyelids flutter back to him. Kevin’s gaze meets mine with a depth of sincerity. His hand comes up, his thumb and pointer finger going to my chin. His fingers lead my face back to him. His lips brush mine affectionately causing my eyes to close. My heart pounds in my chest with the increased pressure of his lips.

“You still haven’t.” He says simply when he pulls back an inch. “You are not a one night kind of woman.” My green eyes watch him as he presses our lips together. I study every single one of his long lashes as his lips move against me. When his brown orbs appear again, I’m speechless.

Holy shit, forget just falling for him, I am in love with Kevin Fiala.

His hands come to the sides of my face, fingers wrapping around my neck. He places his lips on each corner of my mouth, then begins trailing kisses along my jaw bone, heading towards the sensitive nook where my cheek meets my neck. My eyelashes flutter with desire as he briefly sucks a slice of my skin between his lips. I tilt my face into his, forehead resting against his temple. He continues on towards my ear, tugging my ear lobe between his teeth. He releases it so he can speak.

“How about you walk back into my bedroom, take all these clothes off, and find something of mine to put on instead? I’ll stay here and keep messing up pancakes.” His breath causes the baby hairs around my hairline to dance with each word. The sensation makes goosebumps break out down my skin in the best way. I swallow and nod my head that I will. “Pick something easy to get off.” He encourages as he steps aside, patting my butt to go back down the hall.

I begin to head back into the bedroom. My fingers come up to my lips as my heart thud-thuds with each step I take. When I’m halfway back to his room, I throw a glance over my shoulder. Kevin is still standing by the counter, brown eyes feasting on me like I’m actually what’s for breakfast.

The same look in his eyes now dissolves the memory of us then.

“You could have left, but the damage was already done. I knew I’d have to make you my wife.” He insists to me. “Seems fitting I put our baby in you right here.” His mouth covers my swollen clit. His suckling intensifies causing my body to throb. I moan as he slides two fingers into me, tongue wiggling my bud just right.

“You’re so good at this.” I sigh, holding his face to me with a firm grip on the back of his neck. “Baby.” I cry to him as I come, inner muscles tugging his fingers deeper into me.

“I’m addicted to how you taste.” He kisses up my abdomen until he reaches my lips. “Sweet and sexy.” I feel the head of his hard cock slide into me. I’m so wet; I welcome his first thrust easily. Kevin’s shoulders relax in pleasure as he stands back up, tugging my hips off the counter. His hands come under my ass, holding me off the cool stone so he can hit the depth we both want.

I reach up his abdomen to hold his shirt away from where our bodies are connecting. My fingers feel every tightening of his core as he pumps into me. The love in my chest begins to expand like a balloon until I feel like I can’t breathe. He’s so sweet. And gorgeous with a kind, gentle soul. This. This is the man I want to father my children. I’m so grateful we found each other. With a newfound appreciation, I reach my hands down to his lower back to hold him closer to me.

“Stay deep.” I request and he obliges. His thrusts stay whole and consistent. I push my hips down into him with every pump, moaning my delight to him. He smiles at each of my noises.

“How did I get such a perfect wife?” He murmurs as he watches himself slide in and out of me. “So fucking perfect.” My nipples tighten against my shirt. He leans forward again, sucking one through the fabric. The barrier creates a different sensation that has me moaning loudly through my second orgasm. When the last wave has licked at me, he pulls out. His hand shoves my shirt up, exposing my stomach to him. His lips attach to me there, kissing all along the flat surface. “I’m going to be doing a lot of this. Hope you don’t mind.” He chuckles as he grabs my limp body in his arms. His dick strokes against my aroused lips with each stride. When we enter the hall, I reach back under my thigh to stroke him in my hand.

“Not at all.” I answer him, eyes lowered with lust as he brings us to the bedroom.

“Hands and knees on the bed.” He tells me when my feet hit the carpet. “I think this is the baby making position.”

“Is it?” I ask, not sure if that’s a thing.

“No clue. I just know you like when I fuck you from behind.” We both laugh and then he pushes into me, ceasing all noises for a moment.

“Ahh, I don’t like this, I love it.” I say to him when I can speak again.

His thrusts build a staccato tempo. I curl into the tension building inside of me again. It pushes against my inner walls, stroking a fire deep inside of me with each movement of him. I toss my head back, moaning loudly as my hair dances down my back. Kevin gathers it in his hand, giving it a gentle tug as he fucks me with deep, rapid thrusts, until I’m crashing into the depths of orgasm again.

Kevin follows me, thrusting to the hilt as his dick spills thick ribbons into me. He stays there, breathing jagged and rough, chest heaving. Eventually, his grip on my hips loosens, allowing me to flip onto my back. My breasts bounce as I position myself. Both his hands glide along my thighs to my hips. His thumbs stroke the edges of my stomach as he stares down at my belly button.

“Get to work kids.” He jokes as our gazes meet.

Four weeks later, we are moving into our house in Woodbury with a handful of professional movers. It’s 8 hours of work between moving out of the apartment, cleaning, and getting everything situated in the new house. The sun is beginning to set when everyone has finally left. Kevin and I are on the floor of our new living room, exhausted and slightly dirty. We are both laying on our backs, looking up at the large chandelier hanging above us.

“I hope that’s in the ceiling good.” Kevin jokes with me, reaching for my hand to entwine our fingers together.

“Probably is.” I assume, then let out a yawn. “I’m glad we had them set our bed up. It would suck if we still had to do that.” I slowly sit up, rubbing at my face. “Also, I am sore.”

“Honestly, I am too.” He admits, sitting up with me.

“That makes me feel better.” I smile, reaching for his cheek to pull his lips to mine.

Now is my moment.

“So… in all this craziness, I haven’t been able to tell you yet.” My fingers trail along his jaw line as his eyes open to search mine. His couple days of stubble pokes at the pads on my fingers. “I’m late.” He pauses, taking a moment to consider what I said. When the realization passes across his features, it brings with it a huge grin.

“Do you have a test?” I nod and he stands, pulling me up quickly. “Go, go, go!” He pats insistently at my butt with both his hands, steering me towards the powder room off the main area. I laugh, grabbing my purse from by the door and doing as he requested before returning to the kitchen a few minutes later. I set the test on the counter so we can watch it. We both lean together on our elbows over it, arms brushing against one another comfortingly.

It happens quickly, one line appears and then the second one begins to creep through. When we are sure it’s not a mirage, we both turn to look at each other, mouths agape.

“Holy shit. Babe, that’s two lines.” Kevin whispers to me. I clasp my hand over my mouth too overjoyed to say anything to him. My eyes are burning with hot tears as I start giggling uncontrollably. “Baby!” He yells, picking me up. I throw my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight as tears bleed into his shirt beneath my cheek. The happiness I feel is indescribable. “Oh my god.” He breathes to me, placing his lips against my head. “Are you okay?” I nod because I still can’t speak. “Sam, We’re having a baby.”

After a few more moments of my tearful silence, I pull back to see his face. He places my feet back on the wood floor. His hands wipe at my wet cheeks, brown orbs sparkling as they meet mine. I turn back to the test, picking it up to study it. Yep, there is no doubt about it. The lines are hot pink and persistent. A deliriously happy smile tugs my lips apart. Everything about our lives has changed in the matter of minutes.

“Kev, I’m so happy.” I cry, looking back at his face.

“Me too, babe.” He chews roughly on his lip as I can see the tears forming in his eyes. We share another amazed laugh and then tangle ourselves in each other. One of his hands comes to the back of my head then the other wraps around my lower back, holding me close to him. I don’t know how long we stay like that with each other, but when we finally separate, both our cheeks are wet with joyful tears.

“I love you.” He tells me, wiping at his face. I place my hands on both sides of his jaw, kissing him fiercely. “This kind of ruins my plans for tonight though.” He murmurs. “I was going to get you good and pregnant before the sun came up.” I laugh, closing my eyes in delight.

“Mission already accomplished.”

We spend the first night in our new home, celebrating our pregnancy with ice cream sandwiches and sparkling water on the kitchen counter. The champagne will have to wait. Then, it’s time for bed. After making love, we settle into each other’s arms, exhausted by the excitement of the day. My husband’s arms tighten me protectively to his bare body with the new knowledge that I’m carrying the most precious thing in our lives.

It’s hard to sleep, but eventually, my lashes flutter shut after the extraordinary thought that a year from now, in this moment, we will already be parents.

#letters in your last name au #Sam x kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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