Page 59 of Interference
When the whistle blows and the puck drops, I’m off. The puck is passed back and forth between our players before one of theirs snags it from us. I haul ass down to our end as I try to intercept.
I’m too late. The guy takes his shot, but he has no chance against Wyatt. Wyatt catches the puck before throwing it my way. I grab it, heading back down the ice.
I pass it to Jones, who passes it back to me. Then I get it to Kellan, who is lined up and takes the shot.
The horns blare as we celebrate briefly.
When I hear them announce the goal, I smile to myself before focusing back on the game.
“Goal scored by Kellan Cooper with an assist from Brett Woods.”
Yeah, I missed this, but it was never as fun as it is tonight knowing my girl is watching.
I hope I impress her.
Glancing over to where she is in the stands, I see her clapping as she stands. She is beaming.
Oh yeah, she is proud to be my girl. I need to keep it that way.
I refuse to let her down or fail her. I will do anything I can to keep that look on her face.
So I focus back on the game with the intent of helping my team get another goal.
I want her to be able to hear my name again.
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Irouse slowly and smile as I feel Brett’s heartbeat beneath my face. Then I feel his hand, playing with my hair.
This is nice and exactly what I’ve been missing since I last woke up in his arms. Not only am I feeling well rested, but I feel safe and cared for.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Brett Woods, it’s that he’s never one to shy away from affection when he knows he can give it freely, and I love it.
“Good morning,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Morning. How long have you been awake?”
“Just a little while,” he admits.
“You should have woken me up.”
I feel him chuckle. “Buttercup, you are growing our child. The last thing I’m going to do is wake you up when I don’t have to. Now kiss me.”
I tip my head back and meet him halfway. All too soon, he pulls away.
“Have I told you how much I like waking up next to you?” I murmur.
A beautiful smile crosses his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I like it too.”
“What do you have planned today?” I ask.
“I was hoping we could spend the day together. It’s my last real free day before the season starts.”
“I’d like that.”
