#Kevin fiala smut

[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, buttercups!

Welcome to the fourth chapter of Sexy Christmas ☃︎! This one’s a special little treat for my Kevin girls— @ladylooch, this is for you, queen! ❤️ And an extra festive shoutout to @couldawouldashoulda50 —this serves as a bit of an early birthday present just for you, babe! You sweetly requested Kevin, and I truly hope this chapter brings all the holiday spice and joy you were wishing for 🙏🏼💕

Enjoy, my lovelies! 🎄🥰 happy holidays!

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Holiday Stocking Surprise - Kevin Fiala

OC finds a suggestive note in her Christmas stocking, and it leads to a naughty holiday scavenger hunt through her house, with the hockey player waiting for her at the end—ready for more than just Christmas cheer.

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, established relationship, Kevin Fiala x reader, please don’t ask me why I always start out with m orally pleasing f 🙈, oral sex (f and m receiving), swallowing cum

Word count: 2.7

The soft morning glow of Christmas filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the cosy living room. The scent of pine from the freshly decorated tree mingled with the faint aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen. You stretched languidly on the couch, still in your flannel pyjamas, and glanced at the stockings hung neatly by the fireplace. Something about the way yours bulged slightly made your brow furrow, curiosity sparking.

Sliding off the couch, you padded barefoot across the warm wooden floors, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the stocking. You reached inside, feeling around until your hand closed on a folded piece of paper. Tugging it free, you unfolded it to find Kevin’s familiar handwriting scrawled in dark ink.

“Merry Christmas, Schätzi.

I thought I’d spice things up this year with a little game. Follow the clues, and trust me—you’ll like what you find at the end. Start where we begin our mornings together.

xo, Kev.”

A smile spread across your face as your cheeks flushed. Kevin’s playful nature never failed to surprise you, and this wasn’t the first time he’d left you a little challenge. But a scavenger hunt on Christmas morning? He was definitely raising the stakes.

Your gaze drifted toward the kitchen, understanding his clue instantly. The coffee maker sat quietly humming, the faint steam from a fresh brew curling upwards. Sure enough, sitting beside it was a folded note pinned with a sprig of mistletoe. You plucked it up, grinning as you opened it.

“Clue #2: Where the chill lingers but comfort reigns, the next surprise awaits.

See you soon.”

You laughed softly, your cheeks warming. Sliding open the fridge, your gaze landed on a red envelope tucked beside the milk carton. Inside, you found a candy cane tied with a gold ribbon and another note.

“Clue #3: Where sparks fly, the next gift waits. I can’t wait to see you glowing.”

Your pulse quickened as you turned back towards the fireplace, its embers faintly glowing from last night. Then you noticed it—something you surprisingly hadn’t noticed earlier: a shiny gold box sitting on the hearth, catching the soft light of the morning sun. Kneeling, you carefully picked it up, unwrapping it to reveal a lacy red garter belt and matching stockings. Your cheeks flushed as you imagined Kevin picking them out, his mischievous grin undoubtedly in place.

Attached was one final note.

“The final stop is where we’ve made so many memories, but this morning, I want to make a new one. Come find me, Schätzi.”

Anticipation bubbled in your chest as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, your breath hitched.

Kevin lounged casually against the headboard, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his fitted black boxers clung low on his hips. The morning light illuminated the defined lines of his chest and stomach, and his familiar, devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“You found me,” he said, his voice a low, smooth drawl that sent a shiver through you. His eyes flicked to the garter belt and stockings in your hand, his smirk deepening. “Those are going to look even better on you.”

For a moment, you stood frozen, unable to tear your gaze away from him. The confident way he looked at you, the playful challenge in his tone—it all made your heart race.

“Well?” he prompted, his voice teasing as he tilted his head. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to show me how they look?”

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. “You really went all out for this, didn’t you?” you said, your voice light but tinged with anticipation.

Kevin chuckled, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “Only for you,” he replied, his tone soft but brimming with intent. Rising from his position, he reached out, catching your wrist gently and tugging you closer as he sat by the edge of the bed. His touch was warm, grounding, and as you came to stand between his legs, his hands rested on your waist.

“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, filled with genuine affection. His thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of your pyjamas, his gaze sweeping over you with an appreciation that made your cheeks flush. “But I think we can do better for what I have in mind.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved to unbutton your pyjama top, each movement slow and deliberate, as though savouring every moment. His gaze followed his hands, dark with a mix of desire and tenderness, until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and fell to the floor.

“Du bisch so unglaublich,” Kevin whispered, his hands gliding over the newly exposed skin of your shoulders, down your breasts, and coming to rest on your hips. He tugged you closer, his body warm and solid against yours as he looked up at you from beneath thick lashes.

“Kev…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” His lips curved into a soft, knowing smile as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss on top of your nipple. His lips were warm, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.

“I want you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice steady and filled with quiet assurance. “Just let me take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands finding his shoulders as he gently pulled you into him and pulled you down onto the bed. Rolling over to hover you, the warmth of his body enveloped you, the gentle but deliberate way his lips explored your skin igniting a fire in your chest. His movements were unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to savour every second.

The garter belt and stockings lay forgotten on the floor as Kevin continued to undress you, his hands and lips leaving no part of you untouched. Each kiss was soft but purposeful, trailing a path of warmth across your skin. When he reached the curve of your hip, his fingers brushing over your lace underwear, you arched into him, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Du bisch perfekt,” he murmured, his voice husky as his gaze roamed over you. His hands slid up your thighs, his thumbs tracing small circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body. “Mmm, I want you so badly, schätzi”

“Show me how badly you want me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Kevin’s smirk returned, his eyes darkening as he lowered himself further, his lips pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to heighten the tension building between you. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered, left you breathless.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as his tongue followed the path his lips had begun. The heat building was unbearable, the tension stretching taut with every lingering touch.

“Patience, schätzi,” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp that vibrated against your skin. The nickname, spoken with such affection, sent a wave of warmth through you that had nothing to do with the fire smouldering in his gaze.”We have all morning.”

Your fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging slightly as you tilted your head back, your body arching into his touch. “You’re one to talk about patience,” you whispered, your voice breathy with need. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

Despite Christmas time, the hockey season only calmed for a few days. Before that, you hadn’t seen or felt your boyfriend in over two weeks. 

Kevin paused, his lips hovering just above the waistband of your lace knickers, and looked up at you with a smirk that was both wicked and adoring. “Oh, I have an idea,” he said, his hands sliding beneath you to grip the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “But I think I like hearing it.”

Your cheeks flushed, heat flooding your body as his lips found the edge of the lace, his teeth grazing it lightly. The anticipation was unbearable, and a soft moan escaped your lips, spurring him on. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric, easing it down your thighs with an excruciating slowness that had you trembling beneath him.

Kevin’s gaze never left yours as he discarded the lace, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Mmm, my favourite kind of breakfast,” he murmured, his hands returning to your thighs, spreading you for him with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. “And all mine.”

He leaned forward, his mouth continuing its exploration, and the first brush of his tongue against your core sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body. You gasped, your fingers clenching the sheets as he worked your sensitive flesh with a mix of expertise and devotion, each movement calculated to unravel you completely.

The room seemed to disappear around you, fading into the background as Kevin focused on you entirely. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as his tongue delved deeper - licking, sucking, poking - exploring every inch of you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“Kev…” you moaned, your voice breaking as your hips bucked against him. He groaned in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through you. His grip tightened, his hands anchoring you in place as he continued to tease and torment you, his mouth working you closer and closer to the edge. “Oh my g…” 

He couldn’t help but smirk against your cunt. Licking every drop of juices as he pleasured you, had him grinning with confidence. Meanwhile, he felt the blood rush to his member, hardening in boxers. But your cries were worth it. The way you unravelled for him, he knew you were just on the brink of your climax. 

And when your body finally shattered beneath him, a cry of his name spilling from your lips, he didn’t stop. He drew out your pleasure, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to prolong every wave of ecstasy until you were trembling in his hands, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kevin finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at you with a satisfied grin. “Merry Christmas, schätzi,” he teased, his voice thick with desire as he climbed back up your body, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, the hard planes of muscle beneath your touch sending another spark of desire through you. “Merry Christmas, love. But… now it’s  my turn,” you whispered against his lips, your voice soft but laced with determination. You pushed gently against his chest, guiding him to lie back on the bed, his dark eyes widening with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

You offered him a playful smile, your heart pounding as you settled yourself more securely across his hips. The way Kevin looked at you—so open, so unabashedly taken by this moment—set every nerve aflame. You let your fingertips travel along his torso, enjoying how his muscles twitched under your touch, feeling the heat radiating. “Mmm, what you’ve got in mind?”

“Well, something tells me you won’t mind if I have a candy cane for breakfast” you teased, leaning down so your breath ghosted over the hollow of his throat before trailing your lips lower. You took your time exploring his body, rediscovering him in the soft glow of morning light, the scent of pine and distant holiday cheers drifting in from the outside.

Kevin’s breath hitched, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as your kisses followed a steady path down the lines of his chest, across the defined ridges of his abdomen, and further still. When you reached the waistband of his boxers, you let your fingers linger, hooking gently beneath the elastic and looking up to meet his gaze. And his rock hard member you found there was both reassuring and utterly intoxicating.

“I’ve missed this,” you said softly, pressing a kiss just above the waistband before easing the fabric downward with deliberate slowness.

Kevin’s response was a ragged inhale, his hand sliding into your hair to cradle the back of your head as he propped himself on his other elbow to watch you, mesmerised. “God, me too,” he murmured, voice tight with anticipation. “You have no idea.”

“You can show me later,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice. “Right now, it’s my turn to show you everything I’ve been thinking about.”

Lowering yourself between his thighs, you took his cock in hand first, adjusting to the warmth and stiffness of him. His reaction was immediate: a soft, half-formed curse and the subtle arch of his spine against the mattress. You started slowly, watching each subtle shift in his expression, the way his lashes fluttered when you increased the pressure slightly, or how his jaw tightened when your thumb grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

When at last you took him into your mouth, you did so with a careful, unhurried rhythm, each motion designed to draw out his pleasure. He tasted warm, clean, distinctly him, and the quiet moans that fell from his lips urged you on. Kevin’s hand tightened in your hair, not forcefully, but enough that you felt the gentle encouragement in the way he stroked your scalp with his fingertips.

“Schätzi,” he breathed, his voice strained yet filled with reverence. “You’re… you’re driving me insane.”

You paused to glance up, ensuring he saw your mischievous smile, your eyes shining with satisfaction. The power in that moment, the knowledge that you could unravell him with just your lips and tongue, was heady. Returning your focus to him, you adjusted your pace, taking him deeper, savouring each quiet gasp, each taut line of muscle that told you just how close he was teetering on the edge.

He muttered something under his breath—your name, perhaps, or a prayer—and you felt his thighs tense beneath your palms. It was a signal you understood well. You eased your pace, deliberately pulling back just as his breath hitched, refusing to let him topple over too soon.

Kevin groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, dark hair fanning out as he tried to catch his breath. “Please,” he whispered, the word filled with a raw need that made your heart flip. “If you keep going like that, I’m done for.”

With a soft chuckle, you released him. “Oh, that’s the plan, love.”

Settling more comfortably between his legs, you took a moment to admire Kevin—his flushed cheeks, the tension in his arms, and the ragged rhythm of his breathing. The sight of him so undone beneath you sent a thrill through your chest.

Leaning in again, your movements were slow and deliberate, every touch designed to savour the way his body responded. His soft groans turned into deep, unsteady breaths as your rhythm quickened, and his fingers tangled gently in your hair, clinging for control. The world outside faded, leaving only the warmth of the room and the sound of his gasps.

As he edged closer, his broken whispers and taut muscles told you everything you needed to know. You held him there, unhurried, until his restraint finally crumbled, his head falling back as he surrendered with a deep, guttural moan, releasing his load into mouth. And you tasted every single drop of it. You continued gently, drawing out every shiver and aftershock until his body relaxed completely, his breaths coming in uneven waves.

You pressed a gentle kiss just below his navel before settling beside him, your palm resting on his chest to feel the gradual rhythm of his heartbeat. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss along his jawline and whispered softly, “Thank you for an incredible morning, Kev.”

His voice, husky yet filled with warmth, broke the quiet. “Thank you for being here with me, Schätzli,” he murmured, pulling you closer. A playful smirk tugged at his lips. “Looks like I’ll have to wait to see that outfit another time.”

You chuckled, brushing your nose against his. “Looks like it.”

[ladylooch]

Birthday Kisses - [Sam x Kevin]

A/N: So weird to write this with Kevin still on the Wild… had to remind myself of that a few times. Ah the good old days…. Anyways, reminding y’all too that in LIYLN, Kevin never leaves MN. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! To my sweet @couldawouldashoulda50 thank you for loving Kevin so and requesting this smutty piece. Cannot tell you how much I loved revisiting Sam and Kev!

Word Count: 1.6k

Samantha Fiala holds her teal Yeti in both hands as she leans in the doorway of her bedroom. It’s summer in Minnesota which means the sun is on full blast coming through the wall of windows to her right. In a room down the hall, the youngest Fiala is tucked in with his nook, going through a growth spurt that requires him to sleep more hours, providing her with a quiet morning.

Today is not just any summer day. It’s also Kevin’s 28th birthday.

Sam brings her cup up for a sip of iced coffee. She sucks in through her metal straw as her eyes flirt along the oak floor of their bedroom. She follows the trail of Kevin’s discarded clothes from the door to where her morning treat is. Her husband lays on his stomach, arms scrunching up the pillow below his right cheek. His face is turned towards her, away from the windows, and his lips puff with each even breath he has. The comforter has slid down his body, exposing two perfect ass cheeks that make her want to praise the universe for bringing this gorgeous man into her life 6 years ago.

Last night, Sam and Kevin hit up Billy Sushi in Minneapolis with a few of his Wild teammates and their partners, leaving Luca at home with her parents. Kevin came back lit on fire from a fun night and booze. The exaggerated hug he gave to both of her parents as they left to return home had Mama Stalock cracking up. Kevin had been asleep upstairs before her parents even left the driveway.

Sam smiles at the memory of him cucking his boxer briefs over his shoulder and rolling into bed naked with a “Night, baby.” muttered into his pillow.

Sam leans off the doorway, padding her bare feet across the floor. She sets her cup of coffee on Kevin’s nightstand, then runs her fingers through his poofy brown hair. It’s wild and sticking up a few different ways as he startles.

“Mmm?” He mumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Nothing.” She says back quietly. She sits down next to him. “Just need to touch you.”

Kevin’s eyes pop open taking in his wife next to him. He moves a hand off his pillow, letting it stroke up her thigh and collect on her bare ass under her sleep shorts. He rolls forward, putting his head in her lap. Sam runs her nails gently along his scalp, making Kevin sigh contently.

“Happy birthday, babe.” She whispers, leaning down to kiss his temple. Kevin smirks, then leans forward to kiss along her inner thigh. Goosebumps launch across Sam’s skin, telling her husband his effect on her.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, nosing at the stretch marks along her inner thigh from when she grew too fast as a young teenager. She used to hate that part of her, but Kevin’s constant appreciation of her body has changed that.

Sam trails her hand down from his hair to race the muscles of his back. She swirls her nails, dipping and rising along the valleys of his back until she gets to his firm ass. She trails over that too and Kevin sighs.

“What did you get me for my birthday, baby?” He drawls at her, Swiss accent thickening on his tongue. Sam sucks her cheeks in, biting at the inside of one before she shoves at his hip for him to flip over. He rolls gently, taking his head out of her lap too. The comforter falls away completely. His hard cock swells against his abdominal muscles.

“You’ve been so good to me this year.” She sighs. “Filling me up with your baby.” She presses a kiss to his chest. Kevin’s hand follows her rise from the bed, palming her ass more fully. “Being the best daddy in the delivery room. Taking care of me when I could barely walk.”

“Fuck.” He whispers as she kisses the cleft of his cock. His eyes flutter shut as Sam sucks it slightly.

“I wanna thank you properly.” She murmurs finally. She takes his erection into her hand, sliding her palm up and down the skin. Her fingers grip tighter, twisting out a bead of precum. She smirks, then leans forward to lick it from his slit. She rolls her lip into her mouth to nibble it, widening her eyes innocently. “That okay with you?”

“Yes.” It’s a gasping hiss. She leans down to take him fully in her mouth. Kevin brings his other hand over to her hips, working her sleep shorts and panties down her thighs. She snaps her gaze back to his.

“It’s my birthday and I want something sweet.”

Sam’s core clamps around nothing. Kevin’s finger tips come to her entrance circling with two before sliding them up her slit to her clit. Sam inhales heavily then exhales a moan around the head of his cock. Kevin’s hips twitch beneath her, itching to press deeper into her mouth. She flattens her palms along his taut skin, then sinks her mouth down him.

Kevin’s moan fills their bedroom, loud and expressive like he always has been for her. Sam fights the urge to grin, then trails her tongue up the underside of his length. She swirls it around his red head, then falls back down on him completely.

“Fuck me.” He groans, slapping her ass. “You’re so good at this, beautiful girl.” He trails his fingers off her clit to her entrances stuffing her full of him and mirroring her rhythm.

They play with each other like that, matching tempos with mouth and fingers. Their wet motions collect with the air in the room, bringing them both closer and closer to coming.

Until Kevin taps Sam’s thigh.

“Come back toward my face.” He calls to her, bringing her knee to the other side of his body. Sam takes a small backward wiggle, then yelps around Kevin’s cock when his lips kiss her clot.

She collapses her breasts forward, letting Kevin’s abs catch them. The friction of her shirt against her nipples has her eyes fluttering closed as his mouth works on her. Her feet settle on the headboard, giving her the leverage to take Kevin further down her throat.

Kevin’s tongue winds the tightness in her core tighter. Her mouth falls off his cock to moan. She strokes her fingers fast along his wet skin, feeling his shaft pulse and tighten in anticipation of his release. She pushes her own mind numbing pleasure to the side, putting her lips back around his head. She sucks. Kevin yowls. Then digs his tongue deeper into her core.

“Kev, I’m gonna come.” She whimpers. He grips her hips tighter, then rumbles a response against her folds. The vibration and his tongue push her over the edge. She cries and chokes harder on his cock as he works her completely through. Once she is done, he grabs her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy wider in front of his face. His hips start to buck up into her mouth, chasing his own release.

“I’m close.” He warns her, husky voice dripping with desire.

One hand crawls under her sweatshirt to grip her breast, palming the swell of it while he leans forward and laps at her sensitive core. She clenches around his tongue in her hole. At the taste of her on his lips again, he spills into her mouth with a string of German curses Sam knows well now. She rolls his balls in her hand as he smashes his head back into the pillow, moaning her name like a prayer.

Sam brings her mouth off of him. She rests her forehead on his thigh, closing her eyes as she attempts to recover from how hot that was. She revels in how generous he is to her and how much she loves when he fucks her mouth at the end.

Kevin’s hand slides up her ass to her back. He rubs circle into her spine with his thumb.

“This is quite the view.” Sam can hear a smirk in his tone. She swallows thickly, then rises back to her knees. Kevin takes one out from under her, making her hit her back to his left. He’s over her before she can move. His lips collect hers in a wet, consuming kiss, their tastes mixing together.

“Happy birthday.” Sam mumbles into his mouth. “I’m so glad you exist.” Kevin chuckles.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” He looks down at her, brushing strands of hair off her cheek.

“Are you ready for another sweet thing?”

“Yes.” He nips at her neck.

“No.” Sam giggles, grabbing his face to kiss his lips again. “Actual food.” Kevin pauses, excitement in his eyes. “I made caramel rolls. I was thinking you could stay here and I’ll bring you a baby. And then some caramel rolls so you can have breakfast in bed.”

“This is the best day ever! Pussy, a baby, AND caramel rolls.”

“Kevin!” Sam laughs loudly, slapping his hairy chest. “Pussy and a baby shouldn’t be said in the same sentence.”

“I mean, that’s how he got in there…”

Sam covers her face, shoulders shaking from how hard she is laughing. She pulls her palms away and looks up into his beaming face.

“I love you.”

“I know, baby. I love you too.” He whispers. He kisses her again, then flops onto his back again.

Sam crawls off the bed, grabbing her iced coffee before padding out of the doorway to wake their baby.

When she glances back at her husband, his eyes are watching her every move. She shakes her ass at him and he claps in response.

“I’m feeling baby number 2 tonight!” He yells after her.

Sam rolls her eyes.

Absolutely not.

[squilliamnylander]

hottest player on every team?

leafs: frederik andersen. enough said. 

avs: tyson jost!!! fun fact: he was the first nhl player i ever thirsted over. but also tyson barrie. 

caps: braden holtby

vgk: rielly smith

pens: none of them yikes

canucks: dont @ me but jake virtanen

canadiens: NOAH JUULSEN

flyers: fucking hell. a threesome with teeks and nolan because i can’t fucking pick

isles: barzy ofc but also sydney esiason

rangers: brady skjei except his face makes me laugh for some reason so idk if i could get through that

kings: not adrian kempe because he looks greasy to me?? idk. probably tanner pearson or alex lafallo!

tampa bay: jake dotchin

stars: CONNOR CARRICK and lexi lmao

canes: haydn fleury

sabres: jack eichel but only because @morganfrederickrielly ‘s smut has me ~feeling things

red wings: dylan larkin!!!! a real fkn cutie!!

coyotes: brendan perlini. or raccoon boy

panthers: maxim mamin

sens: cody ceci

preds: kevin fiala!! i wanna tug his hair so bad bye

devils: nico hischier!!! hella heart eyes for him!!

cbj: josh anderson damn

wild: zach parise

oilers: crayola mcnoodle IM SORRY

flames: johnny!! baby

ducks: do i have to? kiefer sherwood i guess

hawks: toes (i am aware that this is not his name. but to me, he is toes.)

sharks: erik karlsson

jets: mark schlefndhdskjjksjfksdnagel

blues: COLTON PARAYKO

there you have it!! all 30 NHL teams!

[ao3feed-hockey]

Tear In My Heart

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HeDUXm

by SuperDarkRose

In the beginning, the land was free and prosperous. Everyone was happy except for one. Juuse, young prince to the White Kingdom, central and main kingdom for all of Wonderland was bored and unhappy in his dull life. He wished for change and for the people to see him more than just a prince. He was intelligent and kind and only wished to explore the world around him. During one party that his mother, The White Queen put together he meets the most handsome man he has ever met. Sir Rinne, Pekka of the Black Diamond Kingdom. He is kind and treats him more than just a prince. After several meetings they come into a secret affair with one another, but with the looming dangers of evil coming over the land and Juuse’s arranged marriage will Pekka and Juuse be able to stay together? Or will their reunion be torn apart by those who do not understand? It will take all of Juuse’s heart, body, and soul in order to fight for what he loves and for the happiness everyone deserves. He will fight for not only himself but all of Wonderland as well to gain the love that people deserve. Danger looms and darkness will rise. For this is the beginning of the Tales of Wonderland.

Words: 1903, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Tales of Wonderland

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Pekka Rinne, Juuse Saros, Calle Jarnkrok, Filip Forsberg, Pontus Aberg, Roman Josi, Shea Weber, Nick Bonino, Miikka Salomaki, Tuukka Rask, Eeli Tolvanen, Craig Smith, Kevin Fiala

Relationships: Pekka Rinne/Juuse Saros

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Alice in Wonderland, Wonderland AU!, Love at First Sight, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Mpreg, First Time, First Meetings, Loss of Virginity

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HeDUXm

[hastybooks]

DEER GOD. THAT PEKKA GIFSET. idk if this was ever a true 'verse, but it makes me think of omegaverse!rinne as some sort of elder (elderly? poor team's gonna work him to death) service omega. maybe one who's kind of feared and only the well established guys on the team--those alphas that have been around for awhile, have the right to use him. but with the term "use" used loosely, because everyone wants to be good for peksi. also he could be a sort of looming leader to the young omegas I DONT KNOW

[ladylooch]

Magic in the Kitchen - Kevin Fiala

A/N: This is a self indulgent moment. And I’m sharing it with you. I selfishly need you all to fall in love with Kevin, so I get more requests for him. LOOK AT HIM IN THIS GIF!

I keep going back and forth about bringing Letters In Your Last Name over here from Mibba, but to be honest… it’s going to be so much work for me, and it’s probably going to be annoying filling up your dash with the 36 chapters there are ☠️ If you want me to, I will. I think it’s some of my best work, tbh. But idk. 

Anyway, this is Sam and Kev with a lil twist of what I think their life could have been after Kevin became a King.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, pregnancy

I awaken in our home in Minnesota after a previously long travel day getting back to the U.S. from Switzerland. My arms clutch my pregnancy pillow tightly, thigh tossed lazily over the other side in the perfect swirl of comfort. I feel the flutters of the baby kicking then the roaring hunger- the two things that awoke me. I run my hands through my brown hair, pushing the loose strands out of my face while observing 9:51am on the clock. Next, I find the strong, canyons of Kevin’s back with my fingers. He sleeps soundly, barely making any noise with how exhausted he is. 

I scooch myself close, pressing my lips along the mountains and valleys of his deeply tanned and toned skin. He’s been working hard this off-season and is already seeing significant results. As my body expands and stretches with our baby, everything gets tighter and more defined for him.

“Kev..” I murmur, ghosting my nose down his spine.

“Mm.” It’s barely an acknowledgement. 

“Want breakfast?”

“Nein, Schlafen.”

“English maybe?” I chuckle against his skin, dragging my teeth along his lat muscles.

“Sleep is all I want.”

“I wanted that too until your baby woke me up.”

“He’s only yours this morning.” He mumbles, digging his face deeper into his pillow and farther away from my kisses. I scoot closer again, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling myself as tight as I can to him with my belly. My fingers splay along his abs, then dip slightly to tease the trail of hair along his lower abdomen. The baby flutters, but it’s too light for Kevin to feel. His hand comes to my fingers, stilling them from where I feel his dick twitch with interest. “Sam, leave me be.” I can hear the slight annoyance in his voice and sigh in defeat. 

“Fine, I’ll make my own damn breakfast.” I huff, trying to sit up. I struggle around on my back for a moment before Kevin helps, getting me onto my side then shoving me up by my butt. “Thank you.” I laugh, wiggling my underwear back up onto my hips under Kevin’s t-shirt. “Oof, that was humbling.” I hear Kevin chuckle as I leave the room.

I wander down to our kitchen, staring into the fridge for what we have available. I find eggs and bacon there, then a few pieces of bread that I can toast on the counter. I begin my assembly of breakfast, moving slowly through the kitchen, pausing to talk to the baby every so often.

“You are just a little gymnast today, huh?” I murmur as I put a pat of butter in my pan for eggs. “Or maybe you’re practicing your slap shot?” 

The Nespresso machine finishes my coffee. I bounce over there, pouring in my creamer and taking a big first sip. I close my eyes, enjoying the nuttiness as it coats my tongue.

“Could never give you up completely.” I say to the cup, then set it down to go back to my eggs.

I crack the first one in the pan, tossing the eggshell into the open garbage can. I reach for another, frowning when I see it’s already cracked open and leaking. I scratch an itch on my calf with my foot as I work the mess out of the carton as much as I can. With the remnants of egg in hand, I turn back to the garbage where I see Kevin watching me.  He’s leaning with his arms crossed over his bare chest with only a pair of boxer briefs on his body. The wide waistband lays flat along his rigid muscles, making my mouth go dry.

“You look better than this breakfast.” I muse, cracking my last egg into the pan when I return to the stove.

“You do too. I like my shirts on you better.” I’m wearing one of his team issued Kings shirts that drapes to my mid thigh.

“Welp, that’s good cause your clothes are the only items fitting me right now.”

“Temporarily.” He reminds me, soothing the wrinkle in my nose.

He comes behind me, brushing my butt against his modest morning wood. I lean back into his shoulder, letting his hands lift the baby gingerly to support his weight. I close my eyes, indulging in the feeling of his body against mine while he intimately holds our baby in me. He slowly lowers the baby back into place, then kisses my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. A low fire ignites in my belly. I give him a little side eye, thinking of his dismissal earlier this morning.

“I already tried starting something earlier that you didn’t want.”

“I was too sleepy then.” He huffs defensively. “I’m not now.” His fingers gather his shirt on me, lifting it inch by inch. I bring my arms up, letting him take it completely off of me, leaving me only in panties. I stay at the stove, moving the eggs around in the pan. His hands come to my breasts, massaging them as his mouth works along my shoulders. His fingers pinch my nipples and I buck back into his erection.

“I really need to eat or I’m going to puke.” I moan as he pinches again.

“Okay.” He gently moves me to the side, taking the spatula from my hand to finish my scrambled eggs for me. He looks so good, cooking me food with a large tent extending from his lap. I giggle, pursing my lips together and walking across the kitchen to my toast. I take a bite, then bring it to Kevin for him to have one too. 

“Thank you.” He says around his bite. I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my breasts into his arm then biting at his firm bicep. “Hey.” He warns as my hand trails to his shaft, giving him a squeeze. “Do you want dick or do you want to eat? I can’t tell.”

“I don’t know!” I toss my head back and laugh. “Can I have both? Right now?” Kevin chuckles, setting the pan back down on the stove. He reaches for my hips, lifting me onto the counter. He hands me my full plate of food, then glides me to the edge of the counter. “Are you for real?” I ask him, eyes widened with excitement and surprise as he gets on his knees.

“So for real.” He murmurs, licking his lips as he brushes my panties to the side. I swallow hard, wedging my bottom lip between my teeth. He presses his mouth along my folds and inner thighs. I take another bite of my toast, smirking at his brown locks in the apex of my thighs. I chew slowly, gurgling on a moan as he encloses his lips over my clit. I swallow, then sigh in pleasure. One of my hands holds my toast and the other threads through his hair. 

“A King on his knees for his Queen.” I tease him. He pulls back, looking up into my face.

“I’ll worship you forever, baby.”

“Jezzzzz-us.” I whimper as he puts his mouth back on me. His tongue is generous; his cheeks suck in with vacuum-like pressure. “Oh.” I sigh, leaning back against the upper cabinet behind me.

“Watch your head.” He reminds me of the cabinet pull before my head turns into it.

I drop the toast onto my plate, needing both hands to grip the counter next to my hips. Kevin is diligent in his feast. His tongue teases and nudges while his lips suckle and plump. Little noises begin to dribble from my mouth. I move my hand from his hair to the back of his neck, grinding into his face until my inner muscles clench. He pulls my clit deeper into his mouth, stroking twice more before I shiver against his face as I come. He stays with me, slowing his movements as I descend back to Earth. His hands run along my thighs, goosebumps protruding in their wake. He places a final kiss on my thigh before he moves my soaked panties back. He stands, coming between my spread legs to gather me in his arms. 

“Toast!” I groan, reaching for my plate. He pauses, letting me take the two slices of bread. “You want some?” I ask as he moves us towards the stairs. My arm is tossed carelessly over his shoulder, face hovering over his with a smile.

“All yours.” 

“I love you, Kev.” I sigh when we get to our bedroom. I press my lips to his, tasting myself in his mouth. “Can we just stay in bed all day? And love each other every hour on the hour?”

“Of course, baby. There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

[misshoneyimhome]

So I send the ask about Fiala and Hischier! And if you could write anything in an domestic scenario with Kevin Fiala would be amazing, if you can add a sprinkle of smut even better! Maybe welcoming him after a road trip, when he's tired and craving love and attention! Thank you !!! 😘

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Alrighty babe! A good classic of welcoming your man home, oh yes ❤️ So, it’s the first time I've written something about Fiala, but babe, he’s truly handsome, and I absolutely loved it - I also hope I somewhat captured your idea 😉 please, if you enjoyed it hit me with more ideas! I’d love to dive into some more Kevin F. 

Sure 🇧🇷 always fun to be able to recognise readers 🤗

[not sure if it's too much sprinkle or too little 🙈]

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (perhaps, nothing too explicit)

Word count: 1.6K

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Home is with you ⚡️

The dim glow of the porch light greeted him as he plodded towards the front door. Weariness weighed down his steps after the long journey, yet a surge of excitement pulsed through him at the thought of seeing you.

Unlocking the door, Kevin Fiala stepped inside, enveloped by the familiar scent of home that instantly eased his tired soul. Then, there you were in the living room, nestled on the sofa with a book, unaware of his arrival. A gentle smile played on his lips, appreciating the serene sight you presented.

"Hey," Kevin softly called out, his voice carrying traces of both fatigue and yearning, catching your attention as your eyes lit up upon seeing him.

"Darling, you're back!" you exclaimed, setting the book aside and hurrying off the couch to greet him.

Without a word, he embraced you, pulling you close, resting his head against your neck, breathing in the familiar fragrance that comforted him. You reciprocated the hug, feeling the tension slowly ebb away from his weary body.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness.

"I missed you more than words can express," Kevin murmured, his hold around you subtly tightening.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at him, cradling his face in your hands. "You look exhausted, baby. Come, sit down," you said gently, guiding him to the sofa and settling him beside you.

Resting against your shoulder, Kevin shut his eyes, savouring the simple joy of being back home with you. "Just being here by your side is all I needed," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Your comforting touch glided through his hair, easing his restless thoughts. "I'm here for you, always," you assured him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.

And as he basked in the warmth of your presence and the reassurance of your touch, the fatigue seemed to fade away. The strain of the road trip gradually dissolved into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of being enveloped in your love and concern.

With a grateful exhale, he nestled closer, content to share the moment with you. As nightfall draped the world beyond, both of you found solace in the tranquillity of home, cherishing each other's company in the gentle embrace of the night.

Snuggled up next to you on the couch, Kevin released a weary yet contented sigh. Memories of the away games replayed in his mind - the crowd's cheers, the rush of energy on the ice, and the camaraderie with his teammates.

The road trip had had its highs and lows. The Kings secured victories in the first two games, but faced defeat in the subsequent two; the last one a challenging 4-1 loss against the Rangers. Kevin even received a 10-minute penalty for misconduct, intensifying his frustration about the defeat.

However, amidst the heartfelt excitement, there lingered a mix of disappointment and anticipation. And he longed for nothing more than the tranquillity of home, the comforting familiarity that only your presence could provide.

"You know, it feels good to be back," Kevin murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you both.

"It feels good to have you back," you responded softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

As if the weight of the entire week had finally caught up with him, Kevin leaned heavily against you. Your gentle strokes traced soothing circles on his back, creating a rhythmic calm that eased him into a sense of peace. The weariness began to dissipate, replaced by a profound serenity that he found only in your embrace.

"Do you need anything? Water, tea, or just some peace and quiet?" you offered, your voice laced with concern.

"Just you," Kevin replied, his gaze meeting yours, gratitude shining through the fatigue.

A serene smile adorned your lips as you leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, before whispering softly in his ear. “And how do you want me?”

A hint of playful mischief crossed his lips as he contemplated the various ways, he desired to have you. To touch you. To hold you close.

"Perhaps, just the bedroom tonight," his deep voice spoke tenderly, his Swiss accent gently cutting through the air, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.

And in response, you offered him a gentle nod, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his soft lips.

"Bedroom it is then," you smiled, slowly rising from the sofa, and extending your hand for him to take. He acquiesced, allowing you to lead him up the stairs of your spacious house.

Upon reaching your master bedroom, you illuminated the room, adjusting the lights to create a cosy and romantic ambiance, and then swiftly, you felt the strong embrace of your man from behind, his arms enveloping you tightly, planting kisses on the back of your head.

"I've missed your touch," he breathed into your hair.

Turning within his arms, you smirked softly, gently encircling your arms around his neck.

"Well, how about you demonstrate just how much you've missed me." 

And with those words, you gave him the green light.

Gently, he leaned down, deepening the kiss with a heightened intensity, relishing your touch. His hands ventured down to your lower back and under your bottom, effortlessly lifting you as your legs wrapped around his hips.

Kevin carefully carried you towards the bed, setting you down tenderly, before he took his time to admire your beautiful features, then placing another tender kiss on your lips.

Softly withdrawing his lips from yours, he trailed butterfly kisses along your jawline and down to the sensitive skin of your neck. There, he lingered for a moment before moving to the other side, showering it with equal attention.

His mouth had a mesmerising effect on you. His touch, his lips, his entire being held you captivated, and willingly, you surrendered yourself to him.

When you first met him in Minnesota, you’d never anticipated falling in love so easily and eventually relocating to Los Angeles less than two years later. However, when he'd first asked you, delivering a heartfelt speech about not wanting to let you go and expressing his struggle with the prospect of his career being a potential barrier, you simply followed your heart and said yes.

So, as he tenderly caressed you with his lips, your body sank into the mattress, allowing him to explore as he pleased because your love for him was profound, and you understood each other so deeply that, in that moment, all you both yearned for was each other.

Then breaking away momentarily, he sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his very well-defined torso.

You couldn't resist licking your lips seductively as your eyes feasted upon the Swiss man above you, taking in every raw detail, consuming him with your gaze. Then together, you both carefully manoeuvred, shedding the last pieces of clothing.

Kevin couldn't help but admire your stunning set of lacy underwear, his preferred fashion to admire, yet it was also fabric he swiftly needed to discard because the allure of your soft, naked form intrigued him more.

He savoured every inch of your body, tracing a map of familiarity over it, a path he'd never forget despite being away on road trips.

Your heated bodies intertwined as if designed to fit perfectly together, every sweaty part moving in unison, exchanging the endorphins that bound your souls.

The way your core welcomed him so effortlessly, enveloping his considerable length, sent vibrations of arousal through your body, clouding your mind.

Guiding his hips into your warmth, his movements stimulating that incredibly sensitive spot over and over again, and you felt your climax slowly building up to its peak.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long that night. Being away from your touch for too long, despite managing with phone calls, naughty images, and his own hand, nothing compared to the sensation of your walls tightening around him.

The sounds of your moans and the way your body surrendered to his gentle yet firm thrusts flooded his mind with serotonin and dopamine, urging him closer to release.

"Kev, please," you whimpered, pleasure starting to overwhelm you.

"Ja, baby, come," he exhaled deeply, his husky voice tinged with need.

With each movement, the moment drew nearer, until you surrendered to the intense pleasure, releasing every tense muscle as waves of ecstasy coursed through your body, filling the room with your loud moans.

Your cursing, mingled with Kevin's name, escaped your lips, as your juices coated his member, still sliding in and out with easy.

"I'm gonna…" Kevin panted, increasing his pace, consumed by his own need for release.

With a deep, husky groan, the man above you, buried deep within you, granting you undeniable pleasure, then reached his own climax.

The room was filled with heavy breaths in the aftermath of your intimate moment, a tender sense of romance and closeness lingering between you both.

And following the much needed and passionate lovemaking, Kevin shifted to spoon you, enfolding you in his embrace. His large frame enveloped yours as his arms wrapped around you, planting gentle kisses on your skin.

"I lieb di," he softly whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you whispered back, turning your head slightly to meet his eyes, using a hand to stroke his dark beard.

"I'm so lucky to always have you to come home to," he added, his voice trembling slightly at the mere thought of not having you here.

Yet, your expression betrayed none of those concerns.

"I'll always be here," you reassured him, allowing your body to meld into his as you shared another heartfelt kiss.

[ladylooch]

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!

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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.

[misshoneyimhome]

Home is with you I Kevin Fiala☆✐

We spent the late nights making things right between us I Kevin Fiala✐

“I like waking up with you” I Kevin Fiala№

Holiday Stocking Surprise - Kevin Fiala ☃︎

[misshoneyimhome]

250 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“I like waking up with you.” I Kevin Fiala

Summary: What simply began as a casual meeting with a stranger at a bar took a meaningful turn, leading to an unexpected and profound connection between the two individuals

Tropes & warnings; no warnings; strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, very mild-smut descriptions;

Other notes; just simple, fluff with Kevin Fiala 🤍

Word count; 2.4K

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The warm, gentle glow of soft lighting enveloped the bar, creating a snug atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the bustling city streets outside. With weary legs and a distracted mind, you navigated through the chic crowd, seeking solace from the day's pressures within the serene confines of the establishment.

Taking a seat on a comfortable bar stool, you let out a contented sigh, prepared to lose yourself in the mellow melodies of the jazz band softly playing in the background. With the first sip of your drink, the burdens of the day began to slowly dissipate, allowing you to revel in the tranquillity of the moment.

Gradually, you felt yourself unwind, your shoulders easing and your breathing steadying. Lost in your own thoughts, you barely registered the arrival of the charming stranger who was about to quietly take a seat beside you. It was only when he spoke that his presence snapped into focus, his voice cutting through your reverie.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked politely, his voice tinged with a faint accent.

"Not at all," you replied, offering a shy smile.

And amidst the gentle hum of the background music, a comfortable silence settled between you and the stranger. Both content to savour your drinks and the cosy ambiance surrounding you. Until, unexpectedly, he broke the silence once more.

"So... are you here to celebrate or seeking solace?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as they glanced at the drink in your hand. Leaning in a little closer, yet he respected your space.

Though initially taken aback by his question, you offered a small smile, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Seeking solace after a long day at work. And you?" you inquired, genuinely curious.

"Same," he chuckled softly, flashing you a confident yet shy smile, his gaze lingering on you. "So, are you here alone?"

Completely caught off guard, you hesitated momentarily before nodding, smiling in acknowledgment. "And what about you?" you asked, leaning in with genuine interest.

He grinned mischievously. "Oh, just in need of a bit of comfort, I suppose. It's been a long week, and now I'm just looking for some time and space to clear my mind. But stumbling into you has been quite the wonderful surprise," he replied sincerely.

You felt a flutter of excitement in your chest at his words, sensing a sudden spark in the air between you. It was as if fate had brought you together in this moment, weaving the threads of possibility into an intricate tapestry. Two strangers simply seeking comfort and peace in each other amid the chaos of everyday life.

Though unaware of who this charming stranger might be, you suddenly found yourself effortlessly drawn into conversation, the flow feeling unexpectedly natural.

"I'm Kevin, by the way," he timidly introduced himself before taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm y/n,” you flashed him a sweet smile, your eyes meeting his in the soft glow of the bar. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Kevin,"

"It's great to meet you too, y/n," he returned your smile.

Though you hadn't intended to strike up a conversation with any stranger tonight, you found yourself unable to resist the enjoyable exchange. And as the evening wore on and the initial awkwardness faded, replaced by a sense of familiarity, an undeniable connection seemed to deepen with each passing moment. Hours slipped away unnoticed as you shared stories and laughter, the bond between you and Kevin growing stronger with each anecdote.

And in a spontaneous moment, you surprised yourself by extending an invitation, the words flowing out before you could second-guess yourself. “You want to get out of here?” 

To your delight, Kevin eagerly accepted, excitement sparking in his eyes as you made plans to continue the evening at your place. It was as if all your weary emotions were suddenly revitalised by the charming presence of this unexpected man who had captivated you.

And what followed was a night of nothing but passion and exploration, the boundaries between strangers dissolving as you both surrendered to desire. Kevin's naked body felt only incredible pressed against yours, with his toned physique and strong muscles, he embraced you with care and lust. His lips worked like magic against yours in the softly lit bedroom, and his firm touch brought nothing but pleasure as you surrendered yourself to the incredible sex.

It was something you hadn’t often experienced before. For you, one-night stands often ended in disappointment, but with Kevin, the experience was different. You reached multiple climaxes that night, and there were absolutely no awkward moments between you.

It was simply an unforgettable night, filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses, each moment etched into your memory with clarity.

Yet as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you woke up to find yourself alone, Kevin's presence already a fading memory. Wrapped in tangled sheets, with only the echo of his laughter lingering, you couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic stranger who had entered your life like a whirlwind, leaving behind mere traces of his presence.

**

A couple of months later, the crisp chill of the arena air sent shivers down your spine as you followed your colleague through the bustling crowd, the excitement of the hockey match palpable all around you. As a devoted Kings fan, she was eager to introduce you to the thrill of the sport, and you couldn't help but feel intrigued.

Navigating through the enthusiastic fans, you eventually found yourselves near the autograph signing area, where players mingled with supporters before the game. And then it happened. Like being struck by lightning, amidst the crowd, you saw him – the handsome stranger from that unforgettable night at the bar.

It was none other than the LA Kings hockey player, Kevin Fiala.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met his, a brief recognition passing between you before reality rushed back in. Awkwardness hung silently heavy in the air, but before you could dwell on it, your colleague was already pulling you forward, eager to secure an autograph from her favourite player.

And to your great surprise, Kevin simply greeted you with a smile. "Hey there

"Hi," you responded, feeling somewhat timid.

"So… you're a Kings fan, huh?" he asked, slightly puzzled as you hadn't seemed to recognise him the night you met.

"Only just became one… it's my first hockey game tonight," you explained, prompting him to offer an understanding nod.

"Well, I hope you'll enjoy it."

"Me too."

And after Kevin signed your friend's jersey, the two of you made your way to find your seats in the arena.

"Holy shit, you know Kevin Fiala?" your colleague exclaimed, beyond excited.

"Well, yeah, sort of," you chuckled lightly, noticing her wide eyes and eagerness for more juicy details. So, you decided to share the story of that night.

"I can't believe that you slept with Kevin Fiala and didn't even know it…" she exclaimed in bewilderment, speaking quietly enough to avoid drawing attention.

"Well, I guess I was just in the right place at the right time," you replied with a cheeky wink before refocusing on the hockey game, which thankfully ended in a great win for the Kings.

As the final buzzer sounded and you prepared to leave, your colleague was more determined to drag you back down to try and meet the players once more. It seemed she was on a mission to reunite you with your 'lover-boy,' as she put it.

With great flattery and batting eyelashes, she even managed to convince one of the guards to let you stick around. And as you waited near the locker room, your heart raced with anticipation, uncertain of what to expect when Kevin emerged. Would he want to see you again, or were you just a one-time thing?

The echoes of the game still reverberated through the halls, blending with the excited chatter of partners and friends around you. Your colleague stood beside you, practically bouncing with excitement, her eyes fixed eagerly on the door.

Which finally swung open, revealing Kevin once more – clad in his team hoodie, a broad smile lighting up his face as he spotted you among the small crowd. Despite the slight chaos of the moment, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent another shiver down your spine.

"Hey again," Kevin greeted warmly as he approached, his teammates trailing behind him. "So, did you enjoy the game?" he asked, genuine interest sparkling in his eyes.

"Yeah, it was amazing," you nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I never realised just how intense hockey could be until tonight," you admitted, feeling a surge of excitement.

And Kevin couldn't contain a grin, your enthusiasm contagious. "I'm happy you enjoyed it, and maybe you'd like to come and watch another game sometime," he suggested, his words carrying a subtle invitation.

Yet before you could respond, your colleague seized the opportunity to interject, her voice brimming with excitement as she not-so-subtly replied on your behalf to Kevin's invitation.

"Oh, she'd love to come and watch another game," she chimed in with a mischievous smirk, well aware of the nudge you needed to engage with a man.

"Well, I'll definitely look forward to seeing you again then," Kevin chuckled lightly, his eyes remaining connected to yours.

And once more, your colleague played the role of the cheeky wing-woman she was. "Maybe, if you had her number, you could even see her again outside the hockey arena…"

Her words elicited heartfelt laughter from both of you before you agreed to exchange contact information, opening up the possibility of meeting again. And amidst the lingering intimacy in the air, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events that had brought you face to face with the man who had once been nothing more than a charming stranger in a bar.

** 

In the weeks and months that followed, you found yourself unexpectedly immersed in Kevin's world, the initial awkwardness fading into a surprising ease and familiarity between you. Despite the unconventional circumstances of your first and second meeting, you discovered a genuine connection that went beyond mere strangers.

Conversations flowed effortlessly, delving into each other's lives over coffee walks, sharing hopes, dreams, and fears with newfound openness. And bounded by laughter and camaraderie, you both found comfort in each other's company, forming a bond that outshined the physical.

It came as no surprise when the lines between friendship and something more began to blur, the unspoken tension simmering beneath the surface. And in a moment of mutual understanding, you both agreed to explore a platonic friends-with-benefits relationship, acknowledging the undeniable chemistry between you.

Given Kevin’s demanding schedule and your own career aspirations, neither of you were ready to commit to a deeper romantic relationship at this point. So, with occasional casual, incredible hook-ups, you cultivated a comfortable relationship with the King’s player.

It became a delicate dance to navigate the complexities of your budding connection while respecting the boundaries you had set. Though you talked and shared deep feelings, you both agreed not to stay the entire night after passionate sessions of pure and raw sex. It was a limit you had both set to maintain a clear distinction between sexual lovers and romantic partners.

However, as seasons changed and your friendship with Kevin deepened, so did your feelings for each other. What began as a casual arrangement gradually blossomed into something deeper and more meaningful, although neither of you dared to openly acknowledge it.

Stolen glances and lingering touches spoke volumes, with unspoken sentiments hanging heavy in the air as you navigated the delicate balance of your relationship. Yet, despite the growing intimacy, fear of ruining what you had together held you both back from taking the final leap.

It wasn’t until one quiet evening, after a hard-fought match where the Kings had lost, the atmosphere was ripe for change.

Following the exhausting game, Kevin desired nothing more than to spend the night with you. The sex was tender, yet filled with deep passion, almost as if he was channelling his frustrations into the moment. Moans filled the room as you both reached climax, completely surrendering to pleasure once more.

However, despite the wonderful sex, a silence lingered as you cuddled, relishing the soft moment between you. And it was then that Kevin broke the silence, his words hanging in the air like a promise waiting to be.

"Stay the night," he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing and uncertainty as he looked at you.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to stay in his comforting embrace and the concern of crossing a line in your relationship. However, his pleading eyes and gentle smile melted your resolve, and with a smile of your own, you nodded in agreement.

And it felt nothing but right to be in his arms, sharing warmth and intimacy as you both drifted off to sleep.

The night passed in a haze of whispered confessions and tender caresses, the boundaries between you blurring as you surrendered to desire. And as the morning came, you woke to find Kevin beside you, his arm still wrapped protectively around you.

Slowly he stirred awake as well, meeting your gaze with vulnerability and affection. And in a moment of raw honesty, he voiced the thoughts that was weighing on his heart.

"I like waking up with you," he confessed, his voice soft yet filled with quiet intensity.

His words carried the weight of all the unspoken feelings between you, and meeting his dark, honey brown eyes, you offered a soft and comforting smile in response to his sweet confession.

"I like waking up with you too…" you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection, echoing the sentiment in his confession.

It felt like something that had been simmering beneath the surface for a while, and finally it was coming to light.

"Maybe we should do it more often… and maybe, not only when we have sex…" Kevin suggested with a timid smile. "Maybe also, after I’ve taken you out on a real date."

And only briefly considering his proposal, your eyes searched his for any signs of doubt, finding only comfort and peace.

“I think I’d like that,” you agreed, returning his smile with a newfound sense of excitement and anticipation for what the future held.

[ladylooch]

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.

_ _ _

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.

[ladylooch]

The Best Part of It - Kevin Fiala

(The way he is struggling for his life in that GIF and I'm like.. it's okay. I'll breathe for you.)

A/N: So, I had this idea all along and kept saying no to it because it’s in an AU that technically does not exist on this blog, but does in my head. Only I would create an AU for my AU. 👑 anon, your original request came from the angst of the Al and Gabe (and Kup) trade. So I think this is fitting, to imagine what it would have been like for Sam and Kev last summer, if this author didn’t live in a happily ever after/denial mindset 🤣 I literally have been anguishing over this for MONTHS, but I am in love with the smut in this chapter… and I hope you enjoy! Thank you sweet 👑 anon for your patience!! 

Read more about Sam and Kev here ( in their MN reality)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ content, angst.

Darkness encloses me when my eyes open suddenly. I am groggy as I try to close my eyes again and go back to sleep. But my mind instantly begins to wander, wondering why I awoke in the first place. I don’t remember dreaming. I’m fairly certain the night is calm outside the bedroom window. I roll onto my left side, seeing the empty side of the bed.

Oh, that’s why. 

Kevin is missing… for the third night in a row.

This off-season is turning out to be more tumultuous than I imagine. First, I hated the in-between. We knew nothing would happen with Kevin’s impending trade until after the Stanley Cup finals. But, it felt like the second Gabriel Landeskog hoisted the cup, turmoil began for us. We had been in Switzerland visiting his family, trying to relax when Kevin’s phone began blowing up. 

“Get ready.” His agent had texted. Kevin sighed, grabbing my hand and brining it to his mouth. Hips lips pressed insistently to the large diamond that he is about to add a wedding band to in a few short weeks.

Kevin asked me how involved I wanted to be in conversations. I said not at all. My dream of us staying in Minnesota is ending and I have many feels about that. I want Kevin to focus on the fit for him. We know he will be able to secure an expensive, long term contract and he should focus on that. We both agreed no Canadian teams to make sure we stay in the U.S. Other than that, Kevin was given full freedom from me to pick our next team. I haven’t seen him much in the last few days as he has been tucked away in his father’s office on phone calls all afternoon and evening.

Last night, after dinner, Kevin had pulled me aside to speak away from his family.

“I’m closing in between two teams.” He told me, stroking my hair back from my face. 

“Okay.” I smiled assuringly at him. It doesn’t reach my eyes. I can’t get it there yet. 

“One is L.A., the other is Seattle.” I nod my head, surprised to hear of the latter.  “What do you think?”

“Either one would be fine.” He nods then wraps me into a hug. “We are almost there, baby.” I know he is trying to reassure me, but instead I feel another crack ricochet through my heart.

I sigh now, remembering the turmoil he tried to hide from me this evening too. He had a specific window to talk to LA that closed last night before he could make a decision. Things have been difficult to navigate with the large time zone gap from where we are and Los Angeles. I think this is also giving Kevin pause. But Seattle is no different. This distance from family is seemingly his reality no matter where he is. And soon I will understand what it’s like to ache for home like he does.

I stretch my arms and legs out, then haul myself to a sitting position. Knowing Kevin is out of bed, likely stressed, means any hope of me going back to bed is gone. I want to get my hands and eyes on him. I walk over to the window that looks out in the backyard, not surprised at all to see him sitting by the edge of the pool. The lights are on and illuminate his form in the otherwise dark night.

Kevin is dragging his feet across the surface of the water when I step outside. Waves and rings radiate out from under his feet. My steps are soft, silent in their approach until Kevin sees me out of his peripheral vision. He glances up, not even smiling in greeting. He looks back at the pool.

I sit down, letting my feet gently glide into the water next to his. His hands are stuffed into the pocket of his Wild sweatshirt. I push my left hand inside it to fold into his right one. Then, I press my lips to his bicep.

"This decision might get clearer if you got some sleep.” I mumble.

"I don't think so. I close my eyes and my mind won't stop racing with these options.”

“Maybe you just need more time.”

“I don’t have more time. I need to give Craig an answer by the end of the day in California.” Craig is his agent and has been the driving force behind the intense negotiations the last few days.

“You’re going to make the right decision.” I card my fingers through the side of his head, gripping his neck before releasing him. 

“Why is this so hard, babe? I’m being offered millions of dollars to live my dream and I can’t decide where to go.” He shakes his head in frustration. “Seven years of our lives and I have to make that decision in hours.” 

“Because it is hard, Kev.” I trace a heart on his thigh closest to me. “And we pictured something else.” 

“Babies and a house in Woodbury and your parents ten minutes down the road to help with the kids.” He mumbles spitefully. 

"It's still me and you though… right? Forever. No matter where you play.” He nods. "And I know part of this struggle is because you're sad." He looks down at the pool water. "I hope you'll still let yourself be sad after today too.”

"I wanted it. Not just for me but for us.”

"I know and it's been taken from you." 

"I'm really worried about you. I'm scared you won't want this anymore." He whispers, mouth falling into a deeper frown. "Or me.”

"All I need is you. We are good." Kevin slowly shakes his head. "I'm serious. Your dream is about to come true again. We are great, baby.”

"Then why do you feel so far away from me right now?” He kicks at the water and we both watch the droplets fall back into the pool across from us. All I can do is shrug in response and squeeze his hand tighter in mine.

"Have you decided and you just don't want to tell me?" He doesn't respond. My heart cracks a bit. Tears blur my vision. I hate this. I wish we weren't here. I wish this wasn't happening. I wish it had happened the exact way I imagined it would and not like this. I lay my head on his shoulder. He unlaces our hands to wrap that arm around me. He squeezes me tight to him.

"It's LA." I nod. Two tears race down my cheeks. My chin wobbles with the reality of our time in Minnesota being over. This is it. Our worst case scenario of leaving is reality. My body becomes heavy. Breathing feels laborious.

"Okay. LA... Go Kings Go?" I question, pushing through my sadness to be his supportive partner. He chuckles.

"I think so." His lips brush against my hair.

"Congratulations, babe. I'm so proud of you." I pull away to hold his cheeks. "You deserved this. You've worked so hard. It’s Minnesota’s loss.” He slowly cups my cheeks back, long strokes of his thumbs to gather my tear tracks. 

“I think it’s ours too, Sam. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” 

“I am though. But also really thankful for my time there. I’m leaving Minnesota, but taking the best part of it with me to California. I’m so happy I get to share this with you." I smile softly back, leaning forward to kiss him. It's an aching kiss but the uneasiness between us disappears with it.

"You think we could go to bed now? Maybe get some sleep.”

"We can go to bed... but I don't have sleep in mind." He leans forward, tiling his head to sink his teeth jokingly into my throat. "Wanna mark this neck as mine." I hold the back of his head while he nips his way up to my ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth. My eyes close in response. “Wanna watch as you bite your lips to keep quiet.” I lean my head into his as he pulls my shirt to the side. He sucks the skin of my shoulder into his mouth, abusing it with his teeth. He isn’t satisfied until he leaves a wet, purpling shape. Then he lets the cotton snap back into place. “Until you can’t hold back anymore and your sweet moan fills my mouth.”

“Kev.” I moan as if on command. 

“Mmmm, yeah. Just like that.” 

His hands wind under my thighs. He lifts me into his arms. Our wet feet and legs drip along the concrete to the patio door. I reach behind my back and push the door open. Then, I place my chin on his shoulder, softly bumping against it with each of his steps. We quietly go into our room where I shut the door with a soft click. 

Kevin brings me to the bed, carefully laying me down. He stays standing, trailing his fingers along my body. He grabs the edge of my sweatshirt, pushing it up to expose my skin. Goosebumps protrude as his lips coat along the waistband of my shorts. I reach for his head, putting my fingers through the brown strands. As he moves up my body, my hand falls to his shoulder then down his abdomen. His cock twitches when I graze it over his shorts.

I push him back so I can fall to my knees at the end of the bed. He watches with glazed eyes at I pull him from his shorts. He jolts out in front of my lips. I play with the plump head, smearing my lips with him and collecting salty, pre-cum. Kevin slowly gathers my hair into a pony tail, keeping his hold loose. I drag my gaze up his thick abdomen, making eye contact with him as I work him into my mouth. He groans, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Fuck.” Desire curls in my core at his breathy curse.

I suck him back farther, rolling my tongue along the underside of his cock. I push my hand up to meet my lips. More saltiness dribbles out of his slit. His fingers bunch my sweatshirt up over my breasts. He rubs my nipples between all ten of his fingers, working them over like he is obsessed with their texture. I choke on him but moan, vibrating him against the back of my throat. He presses his hips forward more, eyes finally closing shut in pleasure like he can barely take it. His head stays tilted back toward the ceiling as I increase my strokes. 

“Feels so fucking good.” It’s a strangled whisper. He pinches my nipples hard as his cock presses all the way back and partially down my throat. “Uh.” He widens his stances pulling back then fucking down my throat. He tilts his head back down to me with a quick inhale. I throb around the emptiness, whining as I take my time removing him from my mouth. I sit back on my knees as he drags his thumb along my bottom lip, musing it, pressing into the center until it turns white then explodes with red as the blood rushes back. “Get back in the bed, baby.” My pussy pulses in anticipation. 

I work myself up to the edge, settling on my back to watch his slow, strip tease of me and him. By the time we are both naked, I need him more than I need to breathe.

“Quiet.” He reminds me as he strokes a finger through my folds.

He plays with me, rolling his finger trips and exploring my wet heat like he wants to memorize every part of it. It makes me ache. He brings his other hand up, thrusting two fingers in, then curling up. His thumb does soft strokes on my clit. I widen my legs with each pass, beginning to rock desperately into the fingers that hit my spot. My wetness fills the room. Kevin chews his bottom lip before he leans down, sucking my clit deep into his mouth. His cheeks cave in, tongue coming up to lap at the swollen bud. 

“Oh.” I moan profoundly.

I bring my hand up, sucking the flesh of my palm inside to keep my noises from exploding into the room. My eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as my orgasm builds beneath Kevin’s mouth. When he takes another long, generous pass over my clit with his tongue, I come. His mouth becomes a vacuum and he sucks me hard through the waves. I clamp my thighs around his head to shudder until he is forcefully opening them to escape. 

He grips his shaft, teasing my over stimulated clit with his head. He strokes down, finding my soaked entrance. He presses into me fully, then dragging out slowly. He breathes and grunts at the same time. 

“Baby..” Ecstasy has his pupils blown wide when they meet mine. He sees the same visual from me. “I love you.” How he can speak is beyond me.  It feels so good I can’t function. Words fail. Noises are stuck. My eyes can barely focus on him and yet also can’t see anything else.

“I love you.” I choke out in desperation. “Oh.” It’s loud, Kevin grins, then leans forward to cover my mouth as he increases his thrusts. His balls begin to slap my pussy. He changes the angle to quiet the smacking noise, driving deep and perfectly. My moans push at his hand, making it vibrate against my face. I reach wildly for his other hand, weaving our fingers together and gripping them hard.

“Yeah. That feel good, baby? You like when I fuck you like this?” I nod wildly. “Love fucking you so good you can’t stay quiet.” Heat builds along my skin with my hot breath. My pussy clenches him as my orgasm rises from deep in my core. I turn my face away from his hand, he brings it to my neck, holding there as I bite down on the comforter. The pleasure builds and builds. It’s so incredible. Amazing. Pure primal satisfaction that grips me hard then violently shoves me into explosive, white hot heat. The force got my orgasm squeezes Kevin so hard his knees buckle.

“Oh fuck!” Kevin shouts. He launches forward, sinking his mouth into my shoulder to catch his groans as he comes. His cock sputters with each jerky pump of his hips into me. I close my eyes, wrapping my legs and arms around him to keep him close. One of his hands goes to my hair, tangling in the strands, while the other, grips my arm around his neck. Our skin sticks together greedily.

“Fuck you so good you can’t stay quiet.” I whisper his words into his ear.

He chuckles, pulling up so he can kiss my lips. His thumb strokes my cheek as our tongues meld together. We taste like each other’s sex. It’s addictive. I never want it to end or for him to slide out of me. 

Eventually he must.

He grabs a towel to clean me up because I’m too tired and incapacitated to go do it myself. After that, he drags me into his body, tracing circles along my spine until his hand falls still and his breathing air raises his chest. Our naked skin is still warm from before. He sleeps easily for the first time in days. I can’t help but ghost my fingers along his nose and cheeks. He doesn’t even stir. He looks achingly perfect right now in my arms.

“I love you so much.” I coo to his sleeping face. He twitches slightly. His arms instinctively pull me closer in his sleep, then he settles completely. I smile, resting my head against his bicep to leave him be.

I let myself think about L.A. again, wondering if we will still be these people at this time next year. Will we still love each other as much as we do right now? Or will this change tear us to shreds? A contentment in the depth of my gut tells me we will be okay.

I have no idea that at this time next year, we will be preparing to become a family of three, ready for the next, life-changing moment together.

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 29

A/N: Another fun, sweet chapter. When they're having the moment before the part. Ugh... That sweetness! Also, the last 7 chapter have pretty big time skips between them. It was a slow, slow build story 🤣

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Mature-ish themes, but not full blown smut.

“Buh!” Luca Fiala squeals to me, pointing his small finger at the punch I’m stirring around. It’s blue, his favorite color, causing his brown eyes to dance excitedly. He looks up at me, cheeks pinched from his large smile. I can’t help it; I smile back then smother his cute face with kisses.

“Juice!” I exclaim to him. “Only for the older kids though. Let’s get them hopped up on sugar and send them home.”

Renata, who is configuring the fruit tray, laughs at us both.

“Good idea. Luca is full of smiles today.” She murmurs, arranging the grapes on their vine so they stay on the platter.

“Well yeah! He’s a big, one year old!” I bounce Luca on my hip. He nods as if he understands, then points to a strawberry. He brings his fingers to his mouth and looks at his babička expectantly. I glance back at the clock, realizing he probably is hungry. “Renata, would you mind cutting up some of that fruit for him? There is also bananas on the counter.”

“I would love to!” She eagerly swoops the baby from my arms, murmuring to him in Czech as she walks him to his high chair. It’s so nice to have her and Jan here for Luca’s birthday. Every time we see them, they dive right in to support the household. Unfortunately, Laura could not get away from work as it’s currently their busy season.

“Where is daddy with those balloons?” I wonder, walking to the garage door and tugging it open. Kevin’s new Porsche is there, stuffed with balloons, but no Kevin.

“Babe?” I call, stepping one foot out the door.

“Ya?” He responds from somewhere I can’t see.

“You working hard or hardly working?”

His head pops up from the other side of the car and he glares at me.

“I’m trying to figure out how to get this… fucking… thing… out.” He huffs at me. I laugh and step further into the garage. My feet tingle in protest to the cold cement. March in Minnesota has yet to transition to warmer weather. The residual chill of winter clings fiercely to the ground. This morning, there were even a few snowflakes falling into our yard.

“Well you got it in okay?” I question, coming to stand next to him. His nose is wrinkled in distaste.

“What is this even for? He’s one.” His tone implies I’ve forgotten our son won’t remember today at all.

“Hush.” I silence him with an equal snip in my voice. He rolls his eyes and gestures for me to try pulling them out. I reach in, grabbing the end and tugging. After maneuvering two stubborn balloons around the seatbelt in the back, the entire thing comes out with ease. “Wow. Good thing you’re pretty.” I grin at my husband who throws his hands up in annoyance.

“I didn’t realize it was caught on something.” He grumbles, grabbing the other end and following me into the house.

When Kevin walks in behind me, Luca’s entire being lights up. He throws down his strawberry and squeaks for his dad. He bounces in the highchair, trying to get loose and reaches his arms up for Kevin. We walk the balloon arch to where Luca’s is, draping it so his chair is in the center. Renata helps us make a few more adjustments, then we tape it to the wall. I grin at the finished product, satisfied with my purchase.

“This is what it’s for.” I give my husband a pointed stare. He steps back and nods his head.

“Looks great.” His grin is extra cheesy before he bites his lip at my warning look. Kevin snickers as he leans down, rubbing Luca’s brown locks. Luca holds up a piece of banana to his dad. It has started to turn pink from mixing with the berries on the tray. Kevin shakes his head no.

“Nein danke, Kumpel.” Kevin responds to him. No thank you, buddy.

Luca turns, offering it to me.

“No, thank you.” Luca frowns then pops the fruit into his mouth.

“Did he sleep while I was gone?”

“No. He just cried, so we are going into the party with no nap.” Kevin widens his eyes and I nod my head in understanding.

“Should be interesting.”

“Fialas!” A bellow comes from the front door. Kevin and I turn, seeing Al, Felicia and the kids walking in. Sawyer and Serena immediately head into the living room, bypassing both of us and clicking on the TV. “Hey, rude.” Alex snaps his fingers at the kids, motioning for them to come back to greet us. “And tell your cousin happy birthday.” Alex insists after hugs have been received.

“Happy birthday, Luca!!!” Serena yells at him. Luca bops excitedly to her tone, reaching out for her to have a strawberry too. I laugh, shaking my head at his insistence on sharing. I don’t envision that sticking around in the toddler phase.

“How’s my cute nephew?” Alex wonders, taking Luca out of his highchair after removing his bib.

“He’s covered in food. Probably a little sticky too.” Kevin warns Alex.

“At this stage of parenthood, it doesn’t bother me.” He shrugs. “Let’s just say I’ve touched worse.” We all laugh with the knowledge of experiencing much worse than strawberry juice.

“He’s only going to get stickier as the day goes on.” I tell Kev, looking at his Alexander McQueen sweatshirt. He waves his hand at my questioning.

“Yeah, Kev, you better get that million dollar sweatshirt off.” Matt Boldy’s voice rings out from behind me.

“Matty!” I exclaim, wrapping him into a tight hug.

“Hi mama.” He says with his boyish grin. He’s grown up since we first met, but his charming smile has stayed the same. He keeps an arm wrapped around my shoulders as he teases my husband. “Dude what the fuck are you wearing?” He motions to Kevin’s sweatshirt. It’s definitely one of the more out there designs from McQueen- with tan skeletons patterned along the black fabric. “Like this is your one year old’s birthday party. Why are we channeling the grim reaper? Al, look at fucking daddy doom over here.” Matt’s eyes twinkle smugly. Alex chokes on a laugh and gives Matt a fist bump.

“You two fucks can walk out that door you just came in.” Kevin points to the open front door.

“It’s fashion. You two wouldn’t understand.” I insist with a deadpan expression. It doesn’t last long because we all start to laugh at Kevin’s obvious exasperation, including Luca.

“Hey.” Kevin whines, gesturing to our kid. “Give me my baby.” He huffs, taking him from Al’s arms. Luca doesn’t even rest against Kevin’s chest before Matt has his hands on him. Luca grins excitedly at Matt and reaches for him, wiggling against Kevin’s grip. Kevin begrudgingly releases the baby to his favorite Wild player. Luca grabs at Matt’s nose so Matt honks at him, causing infectious, squeaky giggles to break out of our son. I wrap my arms around Kevin’s hips, squeezing myself to him.

“Never change.” I whisper, tilting my lips up towards his face. My black lashes bat lightly together, doe eyes present to take the tension from Kevin. It works. His jaw relaxes and he presses me in tighter to his chest. Our lips meet gently together. My eyes close in pleasure as his hands dip into the back pockets of my jeans. Even with all these people around, his hands feel comfortable exploring his favorite places.

“I can’t wait to have you later.” He whispers against my lips.

“You had me this morning.” I reminded him as I lay my cheek against his chest. My hands run up this back, resting as far up as they can go then pressing my palms in to hold me to him. His fingers weave together at the small of my back. We sway slightly as people move around us, continuing to prepare for our guests.

“Wasn’t enough. It never is.” His lips sweep the top of my head as he speaks. I smile in full agreement.

More guests arrive and the party begins to fill. Luca is instantly showered with attention. Our little ham of a boy is eating it up- for the most part. There was only one hiccup when his tears had to be soothed after being told by his dědeček Jan that he couldn’t have a cupcake yet.

Soon enough, after being stuffed full of tacos, Luca’s inherited sweet tooth is finally cured.

I watch expectantly from my seat next to him as Kevin sets Luca’s ombre blue smash cake in front of him with the big, number 1 placed in the center.

“Happy birthday, Luca!” Kevin exclaims, running his hand over our son’s brown hair.

Luca stares intently at the cake, then pulls his brown eyes away to look at all of us. His eyes are wide, taking in all the adults staring at him. We are all leaned down, wild expressions filled with excitement, hoping he will make a mess shoving his small hands into his cake.

“Ya gotta eat it.” Serena encourages him from where she has wiggled in next to Renata.

Luca’s brown eyes slide to Kevin, then to me and his lips begins to tremble.

“You’re okay, baby.” I comfort him, getting down to his level and smooching at his cheek. Kevin goes to the other side and we both kiss at his puffed cheeks, causing his tremble to turn into an infectious giggle. The crowd awes and snaps pictures. Luca reaches for the cake with a newfound confidence and grabs a handful of the frosting. Instead of bringing it to his mouth, he puts it against Kevin’s mouth. The crowd dissolves into laughter as Kevin nods his head, licking his lips.

“Probably should have saw that coming. Tastes great though. Good job, babe.” He gives a thumbs up, then grabs the napkin from my mom to wipe the rest off. Our eyes meet over our baby causing my heart to flutter. My goodness, he still gets to me.

Luca begins to smash his hands in the cake forcefully causing more gleeful yells from the crowd. Soon, he’s back to putting on a show and covered from head to toe in blue frosting.

“What a messy boy.” Renata murmurs, eyes twinkling with pure joy at being here.

“I’ll take this kind of mess over his newborn stage any day.” I joke with her, watching as he grabs a fist full of the darkest blue frosting and shoves it into his already matted hair. “I’m glad it’s daddy’s turn for bath time too.”

“I think it’s going to have to be a shower.” Kevin laughs, tilting his head and taking in our beaming son.

“Kevin’s first birthday was just like this. Except he dove face first into the real cake.” She shakes her head with a far off look. “Took days to get the frosting out of his baby rolls.”

“And thus began his love affair with cake.” I thread my fingers through the side of Kevin’s hair, resting my hand against his neck.

“I was a really fat baby.” He tells me with widened eyes. “Luca missed that stage.”

“Maybe our next baby will be chunky.” I say to Kevin casually. Luca reaches out with his hand to us filled with cake. The sugary goodness oozes out from between his fingers as he squeezes. He squeals in delight at the feeling in his hand. Kevin stares dreamily at me, leaning forward and kissing the side of my mouth, begging for my lips. I turn, placing them together. “Not yet.” I whisper to him. Kevin knows this. Luca’s birth was traumatic. I needed to heal more than just physically after it.

“I know. But…” And he trails off, not even knowing how to express his deep, yearning desire to fill this house with our babies. “Thank you.” He finally says to me instead. “For giving us the greatest gift.”

“You helped.”

“I did nothing.” He shakes his head with a scrunched look. “And that’s why I will wait patiently and quietly until you’re ready.” He turns away from me to look back at our son. I watch his features, noting the way his strong cheeks tighten with a smile as Luca smashes some more cake on his tray. Kevin leans his head slightly back to laugh causing a lump of overwhelming appreciation to lodge in my throat.

“Damn it.” The words drop from my lips breathlessly. Looking at his face, knowing what kind of a dad and husband he has been to our family. I know we can do anything together. I’m about ready to go right here in front of all our guests.

“Hmm?” He asks, a questioning look pulling his eyebrows down.

“I want this with you again. You know that.”

“Yes, mama.” He smiles, eyes soft and adoring. “In the meantime, I’m going to go clean up the birthday boy. He’s looking about five minutes away from lights out.” Kevin stands, setting his can of Coke Zero down. He places a gentle hand under my chin, tilting my lips up so he can place his on mine. When they touch, small, vibrating tingles trail down my face and lodge in my chest. Kevin’s smile against my lips tells me he feels them too. “I’ll never get sick of this.” His nose nudges mine briefly as he pulls away.

Kevin walks to Luca’s highchair as the crowd begins to disperse to other areas. The birthday boy squeaks in protest at Kevin’s murmurs about cleaning up. Kevin pulls off his designer sweatshirt to expose a plain white T beneath. He picks Luca up and our baby wiggles against him in protest, instantly smearing blue across the blank shirt.

“Let’s go give mama kisses. It’s kinda her day too.” Kevin says as I stand to meet them. Luca’s eyes are already drooping. He reaches up to rub at his face, blinking rapidly against the frosting getting in his eyelashes. I pucker my lips to him as he leans in, thrusting his sticky, wet lips against mine.

“Oh! You taste as sweet as you look.” I lean forward and smooch both of his cheeks loudly. Despite his tiredness, a little smirk comes through on his face. Everything about him reminds me of his daddy. I shake my head, meeting my husband’s gaze. “He’s too much like you.”

“Yeah, we are in trouble.” Kevin confirms, giving Luca’s belly a quick poke. “To the shower.”

Later that night, I’m in Luca’s room, rocking him in the chair next to his bed. As I brush his baby hairs away from his forehead, my mind begins to wander a year in the past. I can remember vividly how terrifying it was to hold him here, just days after giving birth, while Kevin was packing for his first road trip.

“Babe, have you seen my suit bag?” Kevin asks, coming into the nursery to find me quietly sobbing. “Are you okay?” His voice comes out dripping with concern as he rushes to me. His eyes scan both Luca and I, not seeing any obvious signs of distress.

“No.”

“Are you in pain?” He asks, kneeling down next to the chair. “I know you don’t want to take the meds, but if you need them, the doctor said-“

“I’m not in pain.” I insist even though I am, but that’s not what is wrong. “I don’t want you to leave us.”

Kevin’s hand rubbing my back stills. His eyes slide away from mine and look down at our sleeping newborn being supported by a pillow under my arms. When he speaks, his words are carefully chosen and quiet.

“You know I have to go. I would rather stay here with you.” I nod, more tears dashing down my cheeks. I look away from him as my chest starts to heave with heavier sobs. My abdomen tightens and pain throbs along my incision site. This is really, really hard. I couldn’t have imagined how difficult this would be even a week ago. But right now, I’m still healing. There is so much I am relying on Kevin to do. Also, don’t even get me started on how difficult and painful breastfeeding has been. The newborn life I imagined for us had a lot more glow than the reality so far.

“I don’t know how I can do this by myself.” I finally say to him, voice shaking with each word.

“Tell me what to say, babe… I don’t know…” Kevin struggles, reaching for my arm. “I’m here.”

“But in an hour you won’t be. And it will just be me and him.” I turn back to look at my husband. I can see the distress in Kevin’s features. The silence blankets the room. What more is there left to say? He can’t stay. I’ll have to do this on my own. Knowing this, I gather the courage to wipe away my tears. “Your suit bag is in the front closet.”

“Sam.” My name sounds painful as it falls from his lips. I shake my head at him as Luca begins to whine in my arms.

“Go finish packing. I have to feed Luca anyway.” After a pause of hesitation, Kevin silently rises and leaves the room.

The Wild wives warned me about this. The sadness, resentment and ache of loneliness that comes from co-parenting with an NHL player. I didn’t expect to feel it so soon. I slowly maneuver my aching body to undress enough for Luca to eat. He latches immediately, which is good, but my nipples are sore and chapped, so it’s painful. Kevin returns minutes later.

“I called your mom and she’s going to come stay with you two while I’m gone.” I open my mouth to respond but he holds a hand up to silence me. “I’ll never actually know what this has been like for you. But I hope you don’t think that I’m getting off easy here. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how helpless I felt watching what you went through to have him. It kills me watching how much pain you are in knowing that I can’t take any of this from you. I’ve been dreading this road trip every other minute since Luca was born. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want your mom to come over and take care of you. It should be me. That’s what I signed up for. But I can’t. All I can do is get on that plane and work my ass off, so I can make this worth something to us.” Sadness is obvious in his eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me. “I love you so much, Sam. More than anything else in this world.”

His hands are shaking from trying to control his emotions. He places one hand against Luca’s head where he is still nursing. Kevin takes in the sight of him suckling, thumb brushing across the thick, dark hair he was born with. Soon, Luca is asleep again, releasing his vice like grip on me. Kevin reaches for him, pulling him up to his shoulder and gently patting his back. Our baby whines at being awaken, but Kevin soothes him gently in Czech. I slide my clothing into place again and lean back, watching my boys.

“This will get easier.” I finally say to my husband. “It’s hard right now because everything is so new.” Kevin nods in response as he paces the room with Luca. “I love you.” I say gingerly, causing him to turn to look at me. “How could I not when you look that good with our baby on your chest?”

In a few more weeks, things did get easier. We found a new routine that worked for the three of us. Kevin showed up every way I asked him to and more. When he couldn’t be here, the village of NHL Wives arrived at our door with reinforcements like dinner and an extra set of arms. My lips lift into a smile, thinking of how far we have come since that first week, including our son.

At a year old, Luca Fiala has changed significantly. Gone is the new baby smell and fresh skin. In their place is rolls of perfect pudge and the smell of lavender soap. His limbs are sprawled out every which way instead of being neatly tucked into a swaddle. His eyes are closed and I find myself counting every one of his long lashes he inherited from his dad. His mouth has ceased sucking on his nook. One day soon, we will need to start breaking him from that, but for now, we let him. It’s one more sign that he’s still our baby even as every day he looks and acts more like an actual person.

I look up at motion in the doorway, seeing my husband leaning against the door jam. The hallway light casts his shadow into the room. The darkness of it hides his face, but even from there I can feel his desire reaching out for me.

“He fell asleep awhile ago.” Kevin points out. He’s growing impatient at having to wait for me to join him in bed.

“I can’t put him down.” I confess.

“Maybe this will entice you.” He murmurs, pulling his shirt over his shoulders to expose his toned body. He’s in late season form. My body begins to tingle, thinking of my tongue sliding along every groove of his abdomen.

“That’ll do.” I nod, standing and walking to Luca’s crib. I set him in, re-positioning his pajamas that had slid awkwardly off his shoulder. He’s in between sizes right now and nothing fits him quite right.

“Works every time.” Kevin chuckles, taking my hand and leading me from the room.

Unexpectedly, after closing the door to Luca’s room, I burst into tears.

“Whoa, babe.” Kevin murmurs, pulling me into his chest and walking us further down the hall, away from our sleeping son.

“He’s growing up so fast.” I sob. “I’m not ready for this. It’s like.. first birthday, then going to school then driving and boom, he moves out!”

“There are thousands of days before most of those things happen.” Kevin soothes me. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you not talking about a first date in there.”

“Stop. I am already emotional enough without that discussion.” I throw my hands around his strong shoulders and he picks me up.

“I better take your mind off all that growing up.”

“Yeah.” I encourage him as his lips find my neck. “Fuck me until I can’t think.” I insist as he lays me on my back. He pulls my t-shirt up from my stomach, then begins to place light kisses along the surface. It’s not a surprise to me that his lips go over my c-section scar. It’s been a regular occurrence since Luca. Tonight, his lips stay there longer, pressing deep into my skin until his nose is smushed there as well. He caresses my body like he’s thanking it for all that it’s done. My fingers slide through his brown locks as he sighs against me. Goosebumps break out across my stomach when he pulls away to look at me.

“Earlier, when you were carrying Luca around the kitchen, putting the chips in a bowl…” He trails off as he slowly crawls up the bed to me. “I wanted to grab you.” I bite my lip and let out a heavy sigh as his thumbs come to my nipples. “And fuck you against the counter until you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.”

“That would have been quite the show for your mom.” I joke to him, watching as he leans down to connect our lips in a soft press. Kevin laughs against my mouth.

“Yeah.. I guess it’s a good thing I have some self control.” He tugs my lip into his mouth, nibbling gently.

“You’re pretty obsessed with me these days.” I point out to him, appreciating the feeling of his hands unbuttoning my jeans.

“I always am.”

“No. This is different.” I insist to him, threading my hands through his hair. He pauses his movements, tilting his head to look at me. He waits, looking at my features, wondering if he should say what’s on his mind. “Kev.” I murmur, not giving him longer to decide.

“Luca is getting older and… I just… I love watching you as a mom to our kid. I loved watching you grow our kid too. I want to watch you do both. Like right now.”

“First of all, how dare you say Luca is getting older. He is going to be our baby forever.” Kevin snorts at me. “Second of all, I was thinking…” I trail off, looking at the dark stubble lining his jaw line. “Maybe this is the last month I’ll take my birth control.”

“You know I’m 100% okay with that. But, I want you to know you’re ready for that. Today was the first time you even considered the idea with me”

“I know.” I insist, shaking my head. “But, I do feel ready to try.”

“Okay. Promise me that if we get to next month and you feel differently, you’ll do what you feel is best.�� I nod my head in agreement.

We seal our deal with a kiss.

After, I watch the father of my child kiss down my abdomen and take my sensitive flesh into his mouth.

I moan, Kevin hums, and all other thoughts disappear.

[ladylooch]

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.

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 24

A/N: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!!!!! that is all 💕🥹

Word Count: 41.K

Warnings: FLUUUUFFYYYY!!!!!!!, 18+ themes a few times but no actual smut.

The last flickers of orange are disappearing beyond the mountains enclosing Lake Lucerne in Zurich, Switzerland. I’m leaning against the bar, slowly sipping on a glass of chilled and expensive champagne. My eyes scan the room before me, taking in the sight of our close friends and family members. People from all around the world have gathered together at the Burgenstock Resort high above the lake to celebrate our impending nuptials. Tonight, the Groom’s Dinner is a stand alone event as part of our Wedding Weekend. With so many out of town guests, the invite list for a traditionally small group has turned into around 125 people. Kevin and I don’t mind though; it just adds to the excitement for our day.

Our day. I can’t believe it’s tomorrow.

After months of planning, including a solo trip to Switerzerland during the season, we are finally ready. I was ready the day he proposed, but Kevin insisted that I should have the day I always dreamed of. The first few items we picked were the higher priced things like venue, food, and photographer. I was nervous to share prices with Kevin, especially because everything was in Swiss Francs. The conversions were confusing, but then the final amounts almost made me choke. I smile, thinking back on the initial conversation about the venue.

“Holy shit.” I squeak as Kevin presses enter to finalize the conversion. “Nope. Okay. That one’s out.” Just for the rental of the space, not including food, the venue is already at $50,000 USD. “Sam.” Kevin rolls his eyes at me. “I have drawers of clothes in our closet more expensive than that.” My mouth drops open in surprise, but I shut it because I’m not sure what else there is to say. “Is this where you want to get married?” “Well, it was.” I scowl, looking back at the website, scrolling through the pictures to show him. The venue is breathtaking. It has mountain and lake views with a Southern facing room so we can watch the sunset light the mountains on fire at the end of the day. The ballroom has floor to ceiling windows and extends over a ledge so you feel as though you’re dancing along the edge of the earth. The ceiling is lined with exquisite, sparkling chandeliers. Plus, their packages come with easy add ons like floral, catering, and spa services that would add an ease to the international wedding planning. “If money was a non-issue, is this the place?” “Yes.” “Then this is the place. When it comes to making you my wife, money is no concern to me.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my shocked lips. Then, he reaches for his wallet, tossing his black credit card at me. “I’m off to practice.”

In the present moment, the visual of his retreating back makes me laugh. Lazily off to practice while I spent $50,000 in one transaction. Life has certainly changed since I met Kevin Fiala. I take another sip of the champagne in my glass, enjoying the bubbles popping against my tongue. A hand comes to the long tendrils of hair resting at the nape of my neck, sweeping them away to expose my skin. Plump lips dance along my shoulder so I tilt my head to the other side to give him better access.

“Come here often?” His European accent gives him away. I close my eyes at the feeling of his breath dancing on my neck. His hands come to my hips and he pulls me back into his warmth. I purse my lips while my eyes slowly open. I tilt my head back towards his, then his lips brush my cheek.

“Actually, no. I’m here to get married tomorrow.” I murmur in response to his advance.

“Lucky man.”

“Luckiest.” I turn in his arms and he pins me between him and the bar. His brown eyes meet mine and I can see exactly how much he wants me. “You need something?” I ask him, watching him watch my lips.

“You.” His lips are almost on mine.

“I’m not open for business tonight.” I’m lying through my teeth.

“The fuck you aren’t.” He hisses. I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “Name your price.” His lips flirt against mine with each word. “I’ll pay anything.” His tongue comes out of his mouth and slides into mine. I sigh at how good it feels to kiss him like this.

“Your last name.” I say between our desperate kisses.

“Have it. Tomorrow. At 5.”

“Then we have a deal.” He laughs and hugs me. It’s really a disguise to get him close to my ear.

“I want to fuck you so hard your teeth chatter when you come.” Movement to my right stops the moan in my throat. Probably for the best as the motion is my brother. His timing is impeccable as per usual.

“Dance with me?” Alex asks me as Kevin is pulling away from my ear. Al’s hand is outstretched and if he heard what Kevin said, he doesn’t let on.

“No one is really dancing.” I say to my brother, eyes narrowing in slight annoyance at his interruption.

“So? It’s your party. You make the rules.”

“Hmm. I thought you did? That’s why I had to stay away from Fiala.” I tease him, sliding my hand into his. His fingers grasp mine tightly and he tugs me out of Kevin’s arms.

“Heard what you said, Kev. Didn’t appreciate it.” Alex snaps at my soon-to-be husband once I’m out of his reach. Kevin shrugs with nostrils flaring at being cock-blocked.

“I’m not sorry, man. And hurry the hell up.” Kevin shakes his head defiantly. His eyes dance obviously along my cleavage as if to prove his point. Knowing tomorrow I’ll be his forever has Kevin on a cliff of confidence. Alex shakes his head in displeasure and leads me to the dance floor.

When it’s just me and him, Alex exhales a sharp breath. Our eyes connect and I give him a smile to ease the tension I feel in his arms. He drops his shoulders and pulls me tighter to him. I gently rest my head closer to his as we sway to “The Girl You Think I Am” by Carrie Underwood.

“You look beautiful tonight.” Alex compliments me after a moment.

“Thank you.”

“You’re practically dripping with love for that kid. I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you forever.”

“He does.” I murmur. “You know he is utterly obsessed with me.” Alex nods in agreement. His eyes go behind me and I know he’s looking at Kevin.

“Geez, he’s in the middle of a conversation with his mom and his eyes are still on you.” We sway around the circle enough that I can see what Alex is talking about. I stick my tongue out at Kevin who grins in acknowledgement. Alex and I sway for a few more beats. He pulls me close again. I can tell he is getting emotional. The combination of the words in this song and the reality of me being Kevin’s wife tomorrow; It’s all beautifully bittersweet.

Cause you think I’m brave. And you think I’m beautiful. You think that I can do the impossible.

“You know I was wrong, right?” He says to me. Thick emotion is woven into his voice. I rest my forehead against his shoulder and listen as he continues. “I was wrong to tell you to stay away from Kev. He’s your person. And he loves you in a way that I always hoped you would find. When dad walks you down the aisle tomorrow, I hope you know he’s doing that for Nick and I too. There is no one else on this Earth he could walk you to as confidently as Kevin.” I blink and tears flow from my eyes. I pull back to look at him.

“I love you. Thank you for saying that. It means the world to both of us to have you here. You’ve given me so much. I wouldn’t have any of this without you.”

“I love you, Sammy.” His blue eyes are misty so I squeeze his arm in reassurance. We begin to sway again to the final lines of the song. “When this song is over, let’s hug. Then I want you to run across the room to Kevin. It sounded like he had plans for you tonight.” I purse my lips against a laugh. “I’m not going to watch you leave though. Instead, I’m going to go to the bar and pound bourbon after bourbon until I forget what I heard him say.” I can’t help the loud laugh that comes from my lips. I lean my head back and let it out fully. Alex joins me and when the song ends, we have completely dissolved into giggles. “Go!” Alex pushes me towards Kevin after a quick hug.

I race across the dance floor like he says. Kevin’s eyes sparkle with joy as he watches me rush back to him. I grab his hand and pull him away from Renata without a word. Kevin doesn’t hesitate as we run out the door of our own party. As we reach the entrance, I turn back and look at my brother. He didn’t keep his word. He’s watching every step of ours. His hand gives me a wave as Felicia joins him on the dance floor. I watch her kiss his cheek and she whispers something in his ear. His gaze leaves mine and goes to her. His blue eyes feast on her like she’s the only person in the entire world. My eyes get misty and when I look at Kevin, he looks at me the same.

“Where to beautiful?” He murmurs.

“Bed.” I grin. “I want you one last time as a Stalock.”

“Lead the way.”

- - -

The next afternoon, I’m waiting for our first look, thinking about Kevin’s lips on my skin last night as I focus on his broad shoulders. He’s standing with his back to me in his black suit while he fidgets in anticipation of seeing me. I think he will like what he sees. My ivory dress is filled with sparkles, lace and tulle. My long brown hair is pulled up into a half up, half down style, and it curls in tendrils down my shoulders and back. My make up is done to perfection with accents of pink and purple. I feel like a literal Disney princess. The photographer snaps away pictures of me as the excitement builds around us.

“Sam, just a few more.” He tells me. “Keep looking at Kevin like that.”

“Easy enough.” I hear Kevin laugh ahead of me as he moves his weight from foot to foot. “Hi babe.” I call to him, watching his shoulders soften at the sound of my voice. He reaches his hand out behind his back, calling me over. I grin and step towards him as the photographer nods in encouragement. When our hands touch, it feels like an electric shock.

“Pause!” The photographer yells out when Kevin tries to turn.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Kevin mutters under his breath.

“You’ll never get this moment again.” The photographer insists. Kevin squeezes my hand and I rest my head briefly against his back, barely able to contain my excitement. “Okay, Kevin. You can turn.”

He turns from right to left with an effervescent grin breaking out across his face. His brown eyes sparkle as he takes me in. He sucks in a deep breath and pushes it out quickly. My eyes water instantly. I laugh silently, biting the corner of my lip, trying to keep the tears to a relatively small level. I have a whole day of crying left to do.

“Oh my god baby, you look incredible!” He says, grabbing my hands and pulling me closer to him. He places a firm, insistent kiss against my lips causing me to melt into his arms. “You literally took my breath away for a second. You are so beautiful.” He tells me, nuzzling my nose with his. “Hi, by the way.”

“Hi.” I say to him before pressing our lips together again. “You look very handsome, Kev.” I run my hands up his arms and place them on his shoulders, staring at his solid, black tie, trying to breathe through the tears that are still growing in my eyes. “Wow.” I try to laugh again as he rubs his hands up and down my back. “All I can think right now is how much I love you.”

“I love you so much, Sam. More than I could ever try to describe. I just hope you’ll feel it today.”

“I already do.” I tell him. He smiles broadly at me and steps away, giving me another once over.

“Wow. Stunning.” He says again, eyes coming back to my face. He pulls me close again, whispering so only I can hear. “I bet that dress looks even better on the floor.”

“Probably. You’ll find out tonight.” I reach out and bite his bottom lip, tugging it briefly before releasing it. He grins in response, brown eyes going black with pleasure. “No.” I say to him when he opens his mouth. He pouts in response.

“Sam… you know you want me.”

“Yes, and I’ll have you for the rest of my life, but not until after you make an honest woman out of me.”

“Yes, so let’s go back to the room and I will do just that.” I tilt my head back and laugh loudly.

“Where to next?” I turn to our photographer.

“Family pictures.”

I reach for Kevin’s hand as we wander to our next photo destination. Kevin pulls me close, careful to not step on my dress.

“No matter what happens in my career or in our life together,” He begins, “I want you to know that today is the best day of my life.” I stop and look up at him. The look in his eyes is indescribable. I swallow the latest batch of tears and turn away. “Hey..” Kevin gently pulls me to a stop when I try to walk forward. “I’m serious. You’re everything I’ll ever need. Forever.”

I want time to stop, just for a minute, so I can remember every detail of what it feels like when he says those words to me.

Hours later, I’m standing with my dad just inside the doorway, peaking down at the garden ceremony site where my forever waits at the alter for me. Andreas, who we chose for our officiant, is asking everyone to stand. Kevin pushes out an obviously heavy breath. He’s anxious for me to appear.

“Time to go, sweetheart.” My dad smiles at me, holding his arm out for me. I lace mine through his and feel my face beginning to crumple into a sob. It’s a happy sob, but my dad recognizes immediately that I can’t walk forward yet. “Take a minute.” He is patient and encouraging with me. I suck in a steadying breath. The butterflies begin to subside when I focus only on Kevin. Everyone else fades away and I confidently step forward with my dad.

As my heels hit the stone of the patio, it feels as if everyone takes a collective breath. I stare down at my feet and listen to the clicking of the camera. When I’m confident I can look at Kevin without bursting into tears, I lift my gaze to him. His face instantly lights up when our eyes connect. I’ve never seen a smile so bright on his face. I grin back instinctively. As I walk, I shift my gaze to our guests every few moments, but my eyes can’t be pulled from Kevin for more than a second at a time. He looks so damn good. I want to run the last few steps to him and yell ‘I do’, so we can just be married already.

We reach the end of the aisle and I turn to my dad and give him a squeeze.

“Love you.” My dad says to me. Next, he hugs Kevin. “We love you, Kev.” My dad is speaking for both of my parents. Kevin reciprocates and my dad steps aside to join my mom. Now, it’s just Kevin and I. I give my bouquet to Felicia and then lace my hands with Kevin’s. Andreas begins to speak but I don’t even hear him. All I can focus on is Kevin in front of me.

I love you, Kevin mouths. A single tear falls down my cheek and he reaches for it. I lean into his touch. My body yearns to kiss him, but I know we have a ways to go before then, including a big surprise for Kevin.

Over the previous 9 months, without Kevin’s knowledge, I’ve been working on learning Swiss German both with a tutor in Minneapolis and with Laura. Today when it’s my turn for vows, mine will be spoken completely in Swiss German. It was important to me to include a nod to Kevin’s life before me into a ceremony focusing on our future. I want him to know I’m committed to our life of blended cultures. Laura and I worked diligently the last few weeks to get each pronunciation correct. Then, I told Andreas of my plan and he about squeezed the life out of me in excitement. He knows as much as I do that Kevin will adore it.

When the time comes though, I have to fight back the urge to vomit. I glance over at Kevin’s family and worry about the few words I know I have struggled with in my practice sessions with Laura. I shake my head briefly, knowing I can’t think about that right now and psych myself out. This is important for me to do for Kevin.

“Kevin and Sam have decided to write their own vows to showcase the true love and commitment they are making to each other today. Ladies first.” He motions to me with the white paper I typed my vows on earlier this week. I grab the paper from him and he gives me a nod of encouragement. This is it. The moment I’ve been practicing weeks for. I recognize most of our guests won’t understand what I’m saying, but this isn’t for anyone else here. It’s only for Kevin.

”Kevin, I’m so happy this day is finally here. I’ve been dreaming about it daily and standing here with you feels like I’m living out a real life fairytale. I probably shouldn’t be so surprised by that. After all, every day of our life together has felt this incredible. In the beginning, it was easy to fall in love with you. You burst into my life at a moment when everything was fine, but nothing was great. From day one, you changed that. Life became exciting- full of adventure, passion and a love I’d been waiting years for. As the days have passed, it’s only become better.”

I pause to look into his face. I purse my lips immediately because he is in a stunned awe as I speak to him in his native tongue. His eyebrows are pulled together and his mouth is slightly agape. I instantly become choked up and I push out a breath to continue. Except I’m shaking now and nervous again and feeling extremely emotional at the heartfelt reaction from him.

“Um..” I look down at the paper but the words blur between the tears and the anxiousness I begin to feel. “Ah..” I push out another heavy exhale and try to pull the syllables together to pronounce the next word.

Kevin’s hands reach for my hips and he gently pulls me closer to him. The back of my hands are resting on his chest and he tips his head down to enclose us closer together. His fingers lace together on the small of my back.

“You got it, baby. You’re just talking to me.” With that, I settle. I nod my head and continue.

”Today, it gets better again with finally being able to call you my husband. In our life together, I promise to stand beside you in trust and certainty. I promise to love you and choose you, even on the days I might struggle to like you. No matter what life brings to us, I promise to hold onto you believing that together will be our only way though.”

My voice has gotten more confident as he’s been holding me in his arms. His thumbs rub comforting circles into the small of my back.

”I could fill endless pages and minutes talking about all the promises and hopes I have for us. But instead of talking about it on one day, I’d rather just live it together. I love you and I’m entirely yours for the rest of our lives.”

When I finish, Kevin rests our foreheads together and squeezes me tight. “Perfekt” He murmurs. For a moment, I forget that anyone else exists. It’s only him and I in this perfect bubble of bliss. Then, Andreas speaks to continue the ceremony. It’s Kevin’s turn.

“Well, that is tough to follow. I’m lucky that a lot of you don’t speak Swiss German, so you have no idea how impressive her vows were.” He laughs and looks out at our guests who's laughter echos his. He takes the paper from Andreas and clears his throat.

“Sam, first of all, I love you and watching you walk towards me was a dream come true. After I dropped you off from our first date, I knew you were the one. My missing piece. My forever. Actually, it might have been only an hour in that I knew. I was telling you about my injury in St. Louis. I was putting on this tough act about being over it all. But you saw right through it. Instead, you saw me. From that moment on, I saw you as my wife to be.” I bite my bottom lip, remembering grabbing his hand across the table.

“I’ve been many things to a lot of people in my life, but my favorite role is already being your husband. I promise to love and honor you every day. I promise to be your teammate and number one fan. I vow to make decisions that are best for our team, not just for me. I promise to hold you close through the tough moments and laugh along with you in the easy. I can’t wait to continue building our life together. This is a love of a lifetime. Because of that, I need all five of my languages to express it to you completely. Miluji tě. Ich liebe dich. Je’taime. Jag älskar dig. I love you.”

Andreas hands us the rings next. The burst of happiness in my chest when I slide Kevin’s onto his ring finger is so intense that I’m sure everyone can see my body shake from the force. I look into his eyes after it’s secured and I’m desperate to kiss him.

“Wrap it up, bud. I gotta kiss her.” Kevin encourages Andreas in a low voice. I can’t help but nod my head in agreement.

“They love each other. They will forever. I think we all get it.” Andreas says, snapping his book shut decidedly. “I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Kevin, you may kiss your bride.”

Time literally stands still and the world fades until it’s just us. Tears blur my vision as I reach for him, our lips come together as I bounce slightly up and down in delight. I wind my hands behind his head as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. We barely stay connected as our smiles engulf us and we shudder with joy. Everyone’s cheering breaks through our daze. He rests his nose against mine, swaying me slightly.

“Samantha Fiala.” Kevin whispers to me, his lips brushing against mine with every letter. I open my eyes, taking in his features. His eyes are glittering and his face is almost awestruck. “Are you ready for forever?”

“Only with you.” I kiss him again and then we pull apart, turning to look at our guests.

“I have the great honor of introducing to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kevin and Samantha Fiala.”

“That’s us!” I shout, squeezing Kevin’s hand as everyone hoots and hollers in our direction. I grab my bouquet from Felicia before Kevin and I glide back down the aisle, finally joined in matrimony. I turn to look at Kevin when we have passed our parents. I’ve never seen him look at me the way he is now. I feel an explosion of happiness shake the walls of my chest.

How could life get any better than this?

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 14

A/N: Can you tell I haven't even attempted trying to figure out the queue?? LOL.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: COVID, lil angsty, medical diagnosis, swearing, implied smut,

All I want for Christmas is you. 

“Fuck off, Mariah Carey.” I think to myself on Christmas night at the words of her iconic song filtering in from the Bose speaker in the kitchen.

Silently, I’m sitting in a plush chair in the corner of the living room. The kids are playing with their presents. Alex and Felicia are cleaning up dinner in the kitchen. The fire in the living room is crackling softly, popping on occasion as the logs break down into embers. The snow is falling gently outside and I know if I go out there, the night will be as silent as I imagine it to be. All of us are wearing matching PJs. It’s their family tradition they started when Sawyer was born. They got me a set because they didn’t want me to feel left out. The good intentions were there, but the truth is it makes me feel more alone and out of place.

I wish Kevin was here. I close my eyes and imagine him in Sweden. It’s no longer Christmas there, but I know he was with Andreas and his family. Kevin is used to celebrating the holidays without his family, instead being taken in to others and their traditions. He says he doesn’t mind, but I think he does now, not being here with us. We spoke earlier in the day, but he seemed distracted and distant, which just added to the loneliness I already feel. I know he will be back soon, but my heart longs for him today.

“Sam.” Alex’s voice drifts to me from across the room. I glance in his direction. “You have a visitor.” Him and Felicia share a knowing look.

I peek towards the door, not seeing anyone in the entry way. Confused, I slowly get up, trudging across the carpet. I still don’t see anyone as I glance to the front door.

“Who is it?” I narrow my eyes suspiciously at my brother.

“You’ll see. Grab your coat and mask.” He tells me, giving me nothing more as he turns back to rinsing the dishes. I grab both from the front closet, shrugging my jacket over my pajamas. I flip my hair out of the collar and switch my slippers for my Uggs. I almost fall as I step out onto the front porch.

“Eek!” I squeak, grabbing the front door to stabilize myself.

The light snow from this evening has turned to ice on the porch. Apparently it’s gotten a bit colder as the day has gone on. As I straighten, I look to the right and see a familiar Black Audi parked in the driveway. My mouth drops open in shock and I swing around, looking for him. There, my Christmas present patiently awaits for me. Kevin Fiala’s hands are stuffed into the pockets of his Adidas sweatpants. The ends of his hair are flipping up around the edges of his black hat and he looks so damn delectable even with the white N95 mask on his face. His brown eyes twinkle back at me with the same intensity of the Christmas lights wrapped around the railing.

“Kev!” I move towards him and he holds his hands up in caution.

“Put your mask on, babe. I just got here from the airport.” Behind his mask and in his voice, I can feel the smile on his face. I quickly secure my mask and walk towards him, already forgetting about the slick surface of the porch. I can feel the tears burning my eyes as I reach him. I slip again, but his hands grasp my upper arms to steady me. He pulls me into his arms with no hesitation and I bury my face directly into his chest.

“Hi baby.” He murmurs, holding me close as we sway slightly. He smooths my hair down with his hand, keeping me flush against his chest.

“Hi! I have missed you so much.” I sob to him. Tears are streaming down my face and sinking into the mask on my face. Stupid COVID. Stupid masks. Stupid every layer of cloth keeping us from each other’s skin.

“Me too… Me too.” He lets out a heavy sigh. We stay like that for minutes, maybe even hours, I don’t know. All I know is that the feeling of being in his arms has erased every hard minute of the last few months. All the pain, sadness, and fear is gone and every fiber of my being is pulsing with love for the man in my arms.

“I really want to kiss you.” He finally murmurs to me. I tilt my chin up to look into his face. His hands come up to my cheeks and he cautiously wipes his thumbs under my eyes. “I’d like to kiss these away too.” His eyes are soft as they look into mine.

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” I tell him, snuggling back into his chest. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week?”

“I moved my flight. I told you I would be here as soon as I could. My Visa was approved two days ago and I grabbed the first flight I found.” He admits to me. “I just need to get this quarantine over and then we can really be together.”

“I guess I have to stay here?” I laugh at him, thinking about the current quarantine guidelines for the NHL. Now that he is back, we will both need to be tested for COVID several times the next few days. “I definitely didn’t bring enough clothes.”

“Yeah, at least for 7 days you’ll need to be here. I’ll bring you some clothes tomorrow.” I nod in response and grow quiet again. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beating of his heart. All the days and nights that I dreamed of this moment, don’t even come close to being as good as the real thing. He’s warm, solid, and smells as delicious as I remember.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go of you.” I tell Kevin. Truthfully though, the chill is beginning to sneak into my coat. My fingers and nose are ice cold, and yet now that he’s here, I can’t let him leave.

“We have time. I brought a blanket.” He says, reaching down to the porch for the fleece blanket and wrapping it around us.

“You think of everything.” I giggle to him. “I should have brought my mittens out.” I mumble.

“Put your hands in my jacket.” He opens his jacket and I set them against his warm sides. He gives a little shiver in response. I move my hands to his chest and stare at them there, before slowly moving them up to wrap around his neck.

“I’d risk it.” I whisper, desperately wanting to pull our masks down and place our lips together. “It would be worth it.” He leans down and places his forehead against mine.

“You know I want to eat you up, babe. But I’m not going to live with that on my conscious. We are already closer than we should be.”

“I understand.” I nod, meeting his gaze with a soft look.

“Come sit with me.” He points to the swing on the porch. We walk over and wrap together under the blanket. I lay my head against his shoulder as Kevin rocks us gently. “Maybe we can sleep outside tonight?” He jokes, looking at the temperature gage that reads 19 degrees.

We sit on the porch for another hour, talking some but mostly just holding one another. A light snow has begun to fall again. I have lost feeling in my fingers and the parts of my face not protected from the chill of Winter. A hard shiver rolls through me, making me burrow tighter into Kevin’s arms.

“I think it’s time, babe.” Kevin murmurs to me, “You might actually get sick if you stay out here.”

“No.” I pout at him, even as my chattering teeth make it difficult to speak. “I-I’m not that c-cold.” Kevin gives me a sarcastic look and encourages me to stand.

“I’ll be back with your clothes tomorrow… and with extra layers for our porch date.”

“I want less layers on you.” I tell him breathlessly, thinking of just how long it’s been since I’ve had him.

Kevin’s eyes get a little darker and his voice turns dead serious.

“Soon.” He assures me. “I’ve been thinking for months about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Tell me.” I insist, grabbing at his jacket to pull him closer.

“Sam.” Kevin gives me a warning as I reach for the front of his pants.

“You suck.” I whisper out in frustration. Why can’t he just stop caring about my wellbeing and bend me over this railing to fuck me? Whew.. yeah... it’s been awhile.

“I want you to be sucking me.” He winks before grabbing the blanket and guiding me towards the front door.

“In your car?” I question with hopeful eyes. Kevin gives a genuine laugh and in his eyes I can see how large his grin is behind his mask.

“How about when I get back to our place, I call you and walk you through all the areas I want to touch you.” I purse my lips and let out a deep sigh.

“Kevin.”

“Samantha.” He wraps me tightly in his arms again and I burrow into his chest as deep as I can. He strokes my brown hair and rocks us softly back and forth. “I’ll call you in 20 minutes.”

“I love you, Kev.” I mumble to him as we gingerly pull apart.

“I love you too.” He gives me one more longing look before he walks over to the stairs. He looks back at me as he rounds the hood of his car. “Go inside.” He calls to me. I roll my eyes, but do as requested.

From the warmth of the entry way, I watch Kevin’s Audi pull away. He waves to me one last time before he begins his journey to Minneapolis where he will quarantine until all our COVID tests confirm it is safe for me to join him. I smile softly and watch until after his tail lights disappear down the snowy street. My smile follows me into the living room where everyone is snuggled together watching Elf. I unzip my jacket and throw it onto the chair beside the kitchen. Alex glances back at me and gives me a grin.

“Thank you.” I say to him, knowing he could have told Kevin to stay away but didn’t.

“COVID has taken enough from us. It didn’t need to take that too.” He gives me a brief nod.

“We are watching Elf. Want to join?” Felicia wonders as she takes a bite of popcorn.

“No.” I tell her, heading towards the stairs. “I’ve got an important phone call in twenty minutes that I can’t afford to miss.”

She gives me a knowing look then bursts out laughing as Alex puts his head in his hands.

Hey, Alex never said anything about phone sex.

_ _ _

“Auntie, I want to play hockey.” Sawyer puffs out in annoyance.

“I know, bud. I’m sorry.” I give him a frown and open my arms for a hug. All youth sports in the state are still shut down due to increasing case numbers. Sawyer is going stir crazy not being able to play the game he loves. “Come here.” He steps into my embrace and lets out a sad puff of a sigh.

“This isn’t fair.”

“No, it’s not.” I confirm to him.

The kids and I are in the living room trying to pass time while we wait for their parents to return. Alex had an MRI this morning in St. Paul and had follow up appointment immediately after. I’ve been trying to be patient and distract the kids and I with multiple activities throughout the day, but it hasn’t helped. I lay my cheek against my nephew’s head and think back to a few days after Christmas.

Everything was great. Kevin was cleared from quarantine and back to practice with the team. I moved back home with Kevin and we finally got to let out months of built up sexual frustration on each other. Make up sex is nice and all, but have you ever been fucked after missing each other for MONTHS? Cause that is the stuff that makes your body turn into literal jell-o.

Things took a drastic turn when Alex wasn’t immediately cleared to join the team after his physical. Because of having COVID earlier in the Fall, he had to undergo additional testing, including an EKG to ensure there were not lasting effects from the virus. We are still unsure how Alex ever tested positive for COVID being he was asymptomatic and the rest of us constantly tested negative. But this virus works in mysterious ways that we still don’t fully understand. This was confirmed even more when his EKG was irregular. To get a better understanding, doctors ordered an MRI. Until we have more answers, I’ve been keeping Alex’s struggles to myself. I say it’s to protect his privacy, but it’s likely more denial than anything else.

“Can we go play at the park?” Sawyer wonders, pulling back and looking hopeful.

“It’s too cold buddy. Your little fingers would break right off your body.” I tease him, giving him a few ticklish pokes. Sawyer lets out a disappointed sigh and I have to hide my smile from him. Winters in Minnesota can be brutal, especially with kids who have already been holed up for months.

“We can watch Mighty Ducks?” I suggest to him. He immediately nods his head in agreement and jumps onto the couch. The Mighty Ducks is one of his favorite series. During the last lockdown, he kept practicing his knuckle puck on Alex in the driveway.

We are getting to the scene where the Gordon Bombay rolls onto the ice in the limo when Alex and Felicia come walking through the door. Their faces are somber and I know the news they have is not good. I swallow a gulp and wait for what to do. Felicia comes to the couch, gathering her children into her arms and snuggling them in close. I can tell how hard she is trying to keep it together and my heart aches for her.

“Sam, can you come with me?” Alex asks, motioning to his office at the front of the house. I nod and step off the couch to follow him. He shuts the door and pulls out his phone. “I’m going to call mom, dad, and Nick too.” I nod in understanding and settle into the chair on the other side of his desk.

“Hi honey.” I hear my mom answer the phone. She seemingly has been expecting this call. “Your dad and Nick are here too.”

“Good. I’ve got Sam with me.” Alex informs them before running a hand through his hair. “So, the doctor’s confirmed my heart is enlarged on the MRI today.” My mom gasps and lets out a strangled cry. My heart lurches in my chest and begins to pound in response to the curdling fear streaking through me.

“Shit.” I hear Nick say. I can imagine his head is in his hands.

“Yeah..” Alex trails off, letting his words sink in to all of us.

“What are the next steps?” My dad asks. I can hear sniffling and I know it’s my mom crying.

“A lot more appointments. They really didn’t tell me anything except that I need to keep my heart rate down completely for at least 6 weeks. This is something new they are finding in high performing athletes.. so there’s a lot of unknown at this point. They’re going to send my results out to a cardiologist in Boston who specializes in cardiovascular issues specific to professional athletes to get another opinion.”

“That’s good.” Nick says, “the more people involved the better care you will get.” At this point, my mom has begun sobbing. Alex and I share an uncomfortable look.

“That’s really all I know for now. I know this sucks, but we will get some more answers and find a way through.” My heart aches at how strong he is being. I know he is scared, but he is putting on this brave front for my parents. “Felicia and I need to chat with the kids, so I’ve gotta go.”

“You call if you need anything!” My mom blubbers between sobs. Alex insists he will.

“What can I do?” I ask Alex once he ends the call. He looks up at me and I can see the pinch of fear in his eyes. I try not to respond but can’t help the tears building in my eyes.

“Um, I don’t really know yet. Probably just help with the kids.” He shakes his head. “God damn it, this sucks.” He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, bouncing a bit in his seat.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him truthfully. “I don’t know what else to say, but I’m here.”

“Thanks.” Alex nods at my words. “I love you, Sammy.” He calls me by my childhood nickname. “Gosh, mom really lost it there at the end. I feel bad.”

“People get sick, Al. It’s part of life.” I shrug my shoulders.

“As a parent, I get her fear, ya know? If this was one of my kids.. I’d be a mess too.”

“It’s you. And you’re everything to this family…” I trail off, not able to add in anything about what losing him would be like. Alex and I share a loaded glance before I have to turn away, looking out the window at the snowy yard.

“I have more follow ups with the doctors tomorrow, so I should hopefully know some more about my treatment plan. All they really said was nothing for 6 weeks.”

“So no training camp?” I question.

“No. I can’t even be at the rink because of COVID protocols either.” He stands, stuffing his phone into his pocket before walking around the desk to me. He gives me a hug. I’m careful not to squeeze him too hard, worried that he's become too fragile to withstand anything more. “You need to tell Kevin tonight. They’re telling the rest of the team tomorrow morning and he shouldn’t find out that way.”

“I’ll tell him.” I confirm.

When I finally get the chance to call Kevin later in the day, I’m beyond exhausted. The FaceTime jingle rings out until Kevin answers the phone, chewing on a protein bar. I wait as he places his AirPods into his ears.

“Hey babe, are you on your way?” He wonders, taking another bite of his bar and crunching on it. He walks over to the windows in our place, looking out at the skyline.

“No, I’m needed here to figure out dinner.” This is not an infrequent occurrence. When Alex and Kevin are traveling, I find myself staying here late and often to help Felicia with the kids.

“Okay, do you want me to come over?” He asks absentmindedly. My eyebrows pull down in annoyance at his inattention. If he would just look at me, he would see the utter anguish on my features. I sit quietly and wait for him to turn his attention back to me. “Sorry.” He laughs sheepishly, noticing the silence. “The sky looks really cool right now with the sunset.” His grin vanishes when he takes in my face. “What’s up?” He goes to sit on the couch and I can tell I have his full attention now.

“Something is going on with Alex.” I begin slowly. “In order to return to the ice, he had to pass a physical that included an EKG because of what happened with Marco.” Marco Rossi is an up and coming prospect with the Wild who unexpectedly was found to have the same diagnosis as Alex after having COVID. “We thought it was just a formality until the testing came back… irregular. The doctors wanted Alex to get an MRI, which he did, and today they confirmed that his heart is enlarged. He was officially diagnosed with myocarditis.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. So, he’s going to miss training camp and likely the beginning of the season. The doctors said he can’t do anything for at least 6 weeks while we wait for his heart to heal. It’s all really scary. The doctors keep saying this is so new that they don’t know much about it and we are all scared. I mean.. he could literally just drop dead of cardiac arrest out of nowhere.” By the end a sob escapes my lips and I drop my head into my hands to cry. I’ve been strong all day and I can’t pretend with Kevin.

“Baby.. I’m so sorry. I’m coming over.” He ends the FaceTime call as I fall back into the pillows on the bed.

When Kevin enters the room 20 minutes later, I stand and run down the bed towards him. He catches me in his arms and immediately rests his cheek against mine, smoothing my hair. He doesn’t shush me. He doesn’t make any false promises that it will be okay. He’s just present and strong. We stay quietly like that until Kevin walks us back over to the bed. He pulls the covers down and we climb in. I nuzzle my face into his chest and he places a soft kiss on my hair.

As Kevin holds me, my body begins to relax.

“This sucks.” Kevin finally says to me.

“Yeah.” I whimper out. “At this point, the unknown is the scariest part. Like.. what is too much for his heart rate to be up? What if playing with the kids is too much and he just drops dead in the living room.”

“I know it’s scary, babe. But you can’t think about those scenarios right now. He has a team of doctors that are going to ensure he gets the best care. He’s in really great hands.”

“You’re right. He’s lucky.” I murmur, rubbing slow circles into Kevin’s abs. “Did you see him when you got here?

“No Felicia let me in.” I nod in response. “How is he though?”

“Scared. Angry. Shocked. I don’t think this has fully sunk in for him yet.”

“That’s understandable. Maybe you should stay here with them for a few days.”

“No, I want to be home with you. Plus, I think they will want some time to be together as just the four of them.”

“Okay, I support whatever you need to do.”

“Thanks, Kev. And thank you for coming here. You’re everything I’ve needed all day.”

“Of course, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” Kevin says as he plays with the edge of my sweatshirt.

“No.” I say to Kevin when his hand slides under and reaches for my breast.

“You need a distraction… and I’ve got a great dick.” I giggle at that.

“Baby. We can’t.”

“But you love my dick.”

“Yes I do. Excellent dick. 5 stars.” We both laugh.

“I haven’t had you enough since I’ve been back. It will help.” He insists, sucking lightly on my neck. I sigh and lean into his lips.

“I know it would.” I breathe out. “Later. I promise.” He pulls back begrudgingly. “I’m in charge of dinner and we need to decide what to have. At least, that’s one thing I know I can help with today.”

“Pizza?” He wonders hopefully.

“I’m sure we can convince the kiddos to eat that.” We move to get out of bed and Kevin adjusts himself in his pants. I give him a knowing smile, shaking my head. “Need a minute?”

“I’m good now.”

We step from the guest room and begin to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. I glance over at Kevin who gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. The ache in my chest has lessened to a bearable amount. The kids are in the living room and squeal excitedly when Kevin appears. Serena immediately ropes him into coloring princess pictures with her and Kevin happily obliges.

“Her hair can’t be blue!” Serena laughs, trying to take the blue crayon from Kevin.

“Ah, this is my picture, ma’am. Feedback is not being taken at this time.” Kevin hold his hand up to her as Serena looks away in judgement. Kevin and I share a laugh at the look on her face. In a non-normal day, this brings genuine joy to watch. I leisurely stroll into the kitchen, pulling the Pizza Luce menu off the fridge to pick out items for dinner.

“Kev.” I hear Alex acknowledge my boyfriend. I snap my head up and watch my older brother closely. Kevin stands up and gives my brother a hug along with a pat on the back. They share a nod and step apart. “Pizza for dinner?” Alex asks me as he walks to the fridge.

“Yeah, I figured something easy would be best.”

“Okay. Get some dessert too. I’m starving.”

“What’s new.” I roll my eye jokingly at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” Alex gives me a dismissive wave before joining Kevin and the kids on the floor. “Blue hair? Is that cool in Sweden?”

“For sure.” Kevin laughs. “You should try it. The blue would look good with our jersey colors.”

“Blue might be too much. Although fire engine red is appealing.” Alex reads off the color of the crayon.

“Daddy, no.” Sawyer says with total seriousness that makes all of us laugh loudly.

As the laughing settles into a comfortable silence, I find myself smiling despite the heaviness of the day.

For the first time since early this morning, I feel like everything is going to be okay.