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I should get started on my article—start making calls and seeing about a follow-up interview, but there will be time for that later. Right now, Mommy and Daddy need some alone time.

As we both put Rob down in his crib, I have a brief moment where I can’t believe what’s happening. We are together. My article was a Hail Mary, but it worked. The next day, Bobby showed up at my dorm. I explained everything, about how Rick and I were broken up at the time but I still felt bad for immediately having sex with him, and he understood completely. He asked me to be his girlfriend (something he assured me he never does) and of course I said yes. The next month I found out I was pregnant and he proposed.

Rob was born healthy and strong like his dad. The whole team came to the hospital to celebrate. Wayne bought us a crib with skates all over it, and he has so many hockey toys that it will be a miracle if he ends up wanting to do anything else with his life. I graduated BU and got a job at the Boston Herald. I worked basically until I went into labor, and only took a few weeks off. It’s actually not too difficult to type with a baby on your breast. Oh, and Bobby made good on his promise to his team; he carried them to another championship. He brought home the Stanley Cup.

“You’re so sexy, you know that?” Bobby asks me as I close the door to the nursery behind us.

“Stop,” I protest. “I look like shit. My hair’s a mess, I don’t have any makeup on—”

“I know,” he smiles. “And I love it.”

“You love it that I look like a mess?”

“I love that even when you think you’re a mess,” he whispers, leaning in, “you are nothing but perfection.”

I gasp as he runs his hand up my leg and slides his fingers down the front of my shorts. He knows just what I like, and I start to tremble as he gently teases my clit with a skilled finger.

I reach out and grab his bulge, which is already thick and hard beneath his sweats. I take a deep breath and bask in his scent; he hasn’t showered since practice, which I told him never to do. I love the way he smells after a good workout.

“You are a sweet-talker.” I smile as he kisses me all over.

“It’s easy to be one with a wife like you,” he replies. God, I love this man.

His cock is thick and warm beneath my fingers as I reach into his pants. He grabs the hem and tugs them down, and I take his hand and start to lead him to the bedroom, but he stops me.

“Bobby—”

“No,” he growls. “Here.”

He grabs my left leg and lifts. I may be a little bigger than most girls, but I’m super flexible, and he pushes my leg all the way up over my head so I’m basically doing a standing split. Then, he pulls the fabric of my shorts aside and slides his cock inside me.

“Oh, wow,” I groan. The angle is a new one, and he’s hitting places I never even knew I had. Grinning, he leans in and presses me hard against the wall as he starts to fuck me. His lips are magic against mine, and as my climax races toward me, I can’t believe how lucky I am. Who would have thought that an impossible assignment would have led to this? Who would have thought I would end up as Mrs. Bobby Brodeur?

The End

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“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Fran! I feel like it’s all just this huge build up and like this black cloud hanging over my head. I just want to do it—boom—and get it over with so I’m not so nervous, ya know?”

My roommate Fran looks back at me with raised eyebrows and a look of skepticism like I just told her I learned how to fly and am planning a trip to the moon.

“Um, no,” she says simply.

We’re sitting in a corner booth at The Pub, the dive bar just off campus, sipping some kind of terrible craft beer Fran wanted to get. We may be freshman, but Fran’s brother got us both fake IDs last week so we could get in.

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