Player Misconduct

Everyone in the league knows me as Dr. Kendall Hensen, Head Team Physician for the Seattle Hawkeyes.
I keep it clinical. I keep it clean.
And I definitely don’t date players—well… not anymore.
Not since my ex-husband—a pro football player with more ego than loyalty—left me for a cheerleader and a faster life in Miami.
These days, I tape ankles, manage injuries, and ignore locker room charm—especially from flirty Finnish wingers named Aleksi Makelin, who somehow always finds me in a crowd.
He’s relentless in a way that’s… infuriatingly endearing. Always coming up with reasons to need a check-up. Always maneuvering his way beside me at team dinners. Always—always—looking at me like I’m something more than the team doc.
So when the Hawkeyes’ private jet throws a mechanical code after an away game, the team scrambles for commercial flights to get home before playoffs. Of course, it’s just my luck that Aleksi and I get stuck together on the last outbound plane.
But when a passenger collapses mid-flight, everything shifts. The CDC boards the plane in full hazmat gear and initiates an emergency quarantine protocol. Aleksi, smooth as ever, tells them we’re married—and just like that, we’re roomed together.
One room. One bed. No exits. Just adrenaline, proximity, and the kind of tension that finally breaks the moment I let him touch me.
I told myself it was quarantine adrenaline. One night. Nothing permanent.
But now I’m late. And the test is positive.
Training camp is around the corner. Aleksi’s coming home.
And I’ve got two new problems:
A pregnancy I didn’t plan for.
And a text from the ex-husband I’ve tried so hard to forget… telling me he’s training with the Seattle Sentinels… and wants to meet up.
I used to guard my heart like it was the only thing that mattered.
But now?
I’m not just protecting myself.
I’ve got a baby on the way—and no idea what to do next.