Page 111 of Hot Puck
The last is scheduled for tomorrow.
The Rogues will be driven through the streets of Baton Rouge before being deposited at Rogue Arena where a huge carnival party is to take place for fans and players.
I’m tempted to leave it and tell Chase after the parade.
Tempted. So so tempted.
But he’s already questioning my nausea. Worried I’m sick and not taking care of myself.
No. There’s no putting it off now I’ve got irrefutable proof, not just suspicion.
The twins are at school; they slotted right back in after the last game of the season. Candace is in Rogue Arena’s daycare with her second favorite mother figure, Deanne Harper.
Since I brought Deanne down for the playoffs, she’s stayed. Melody mentioned her dad was no longer in the picture, but I haven’t pushed Deanne on the subject.
She’ll talk to me if she wants. In the meantime, I’ve got her helping with the arena daycare and preparation for the one set to open in the new mall.
I think Chase is in the basement working out. He hasn’t left the house since he got back from dropping Cassidy and Crystal off this morning. I thought he’d come looking for me when he saw my car in the garage, but I haven’t seen him.
We’ve been like ships passing in the night these last few weeks and if we are near each other for an extended period, there’s a million other people around too.
It’s why I decided to take the pregnancy test without him.
Then again, maybe I’ve got a yellow belly again.
I don’t know, can’t even imagine, how he’s going to react to this news.
Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about adding another member to the household.
Especially when Chase and I haven’t hashed out what Vegas meant—means.
Guess I know what it means now. Baby Hawkins arriving in under nine months.
I’m only a few weeks along. Too early to announce the impending arrival, even to the closest to us. The first trimester is always a risk…maybe I should wait to tell Chase?—
“Dammit, no. He deserves to know. Just get it over with, Natalie.”
Pulling my shoulders back, I hold my head up and leave my bathroom. I can hear things banging around in the kitchen. He must have finished his workout.
When I get to the end of the short hallway that leads to my suite, I stop short.
He’s finished his workout all right.
Shirtless, with a pair of Rogue compression shorts spanning his hips, sweat clinging to his skin, he’s standing in front of the open fridge, head back, a bottle of water at his mouth.
His Adam’s apple bobs with every swallow. And he swallows a lot. The entire bottle to be exact.
I have the urge to lick the sweat from his chest.
And I’m not even sure I like sweaty men.
Although I have to admit, I like Chase.
“Hey.”
My gaze snaps from his defined torso to his face. “Ah, hi.”
He lifts one eyebrow. “You okay? Still feeling sick?”
