#in interviews she said she needed to ‘take responsibility’ for her skating... hmm.

[dozydawn]

Michelle Kwan and her coach Frank Carroll, 1993-2001.

[babyspiderling]

Fool-ish In Love Two

Series Masterlist

1992 

Johan had waited in his car while Christine went to the roller rink for her interview. He opened the door and got out as she left the building, ready to support her through good or bad news. She looked so beautiful in the late spring sun and he wanted to hold her, kiss her, do something. When she saw he was still outside waiting for her, she ran and jumped into his arms. “I got the job! Meet the newest DJ at Skatecity!” He spun her around in his arms whooping and hollering in celebration. Santy had tagged along in the back at the request of his parents, and sniggered through the open window. “Now that you work at the rink, do I get in for free?” Johan released Christine somewhat reluctantly, and glared at Santy. “Tell you what. If you can manage to get up before 7, I’ll let you skate while I open, and if you’re parents are fine with it, you can close with me. You still pay your way, but you get some extra hours by yourself.” That seemed to satisfy her enough to nod and retreat to the back seat. Johan felt his heart rate pick up as Christine threaded her fingers in his as she led him back to the car. “Come on Johan. Let’s get home. I need your help and more importantly Santy’s help with picking my outfit for tomorrow. I want to dress to impress.” Christine gave the youngest sibling a high five, and Johan a squeeze on the leg. “Ouch Chris, you don’t think I can help out with clothes? And what does it matter? You look good in anything, and you’ll be in the booth the entire time.” He felt a little green monster climb up his neck at the idea of her dressing for someone. Scratch that. He wasn’t on board with her dressing for someone else. He had taken her to freshman and sophomore homecoming, and she looked like a dream. In fact, the short poofy skirt on her baby pink dress that October lived rent free in his mind late at night for months. “Johan! Car!” During his daydream of her legs on full display at the dance, he had gotten a little closer than comfortable to the line of incoming traffic. His eyes widened and he swerved back into his lane. Santy giggled in the back, teasing out: “I’m totally telling Mom.” Chris craned to face her and gave her a warning look. “Be nice. Or I won’t let you come to work with me.” The young girl rolled her eyes and muttered out “Fine.” Satisfied, Chris popped in her mixtape and turned up the volume. Johan let himself relax and make it home safe and sound. He parked in his driveway and promised to see Chris in a few minutes. He walked into his home and said hello to his dad. “Chris got the job. I’m going to change my clothes and head back over to hers. She wants Santy and I to give input on her outfit for tomorrow.” Paul gave him a look, and smiled. “Alright Johan. Be safe. And tell her how you feel.” Johan sputtered and stuttered, cheeks red from choking and embarrassment. “Dad!” Paul lifted his hands in surrender and left Johan to change his clothes. 

                                                                                                                            “Hey Johan, you want to go to the pool? I’ve got the day off and miss the water. Pleaseeeee?” Christine stood by her phone in a blue gingham bathing suit. It was her favorite, with it’s little skirt and ruffled top. She could hear his hesitation over the line and laid it on a little thick. “Please? I haven’t seen you in forever! With both of us working, I miss you.” Laying it on thick may have been a bit of an overstatement, she truly did miss him, and maybe if he saw her in the bathing suit, she’d know if he felt some type of way. Christine had felt some type of way since they met, she thought he was really cute when he went through her tapes the first time. She listened to too many break up songs, watched too many romantic movies to even debate telling him how she felt. She felt that it was better to be in pain and watch him fall in love with someone else than to risk their relationship. At least this way she got to keep him in her life. Johan caved and told her he would be there in ten to come take her to the pool. Sure, Christine had just gotten her own car after working day and night, but secretly, both loved riding together. It came with the chance of a kiss goodnight. Christine raced up the stairs, applying a subtle lipstick, putting on her red heart shaped glasses, and making sure her toenails were painted. As she primped and preened, her mother entered and commented. “Is Johan taking you somewhere?” Her cheeks tinted pink as she gave her mother a look. “Johan is my best friend. And yes, he’s giving me a ride to the pool. We’ve both got the day off and wanted to do something.” As Christine slipped her shoes on, Marissa gave her daughter an unseen look. A small smile graced her lips as she retreated back to her office. 

“Nice suit Dorothy!” Johan swam around the pool as Christine laid out in the sun. One of the neighborhood boys splashed at her, the water beading on the hot skin of her feet and legs. Rolling her eyes, she switched positions to face him. “Well, Lets just say that if I wanted to, I could take you to Oz. Or would you rather stay in Kansas Toto?” Both Johan’s and the commenter felt their jaws drop a little at the response. The offender backed off, not expecting the reaction, and Christine approached Johan, confidence filling her veins as she sat on the lip of the pool, letting her legs kick in the water and skirt billow with the breeze. She leaned forward towards her friend, a pout on her lips. “What about you, Johan? You wanna go to Oz with me?” Johan struggled to keep his hands under the water and not on her exposed skin, or her waistline, or her long tanned neck. She bit at her bottom lip, pulling her glasses down to look him in the eyes.  “Hmm?” He felt himself gravitate to her, his hands rubbing up and down her calves. “I’ll kiss Kansas goodbye for you.” Christine was happy and a little shocked by Johans boost of confidence, and let him pull her from her perch and into the shallow water. “Do you really want to go to Oz with me, or were you just kidding around?” At the thought of it only being a joke, Christine felt her confidence fade faster than paint on a barn. Johan swirled her around a little, holding on to her. “Of course I meant it. I’d go anywhere with you.” She smiled up at him, something she had been doing since his growth spurt between freshman and sophomore year. “I’d go anywhere with you too.” Johan swallowed down his nerves one last time and asked: “Would you go to the movies with me this weekend? As a date?” Using his shoulders as leverage, she jumped from the water to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I would love that.” 

Taglist: @teenag1jealousy

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 21 of don’t read the last page is here!

masterpost

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

“Happy birthday, Kris.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out a square of fabric; he let it fall open and, after reading what was on the front of the t-shirt, looked at Anna with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Ellie squinted at it from the far end of the table. “Best dad ever? Why does it say that? I don’t get it.”

march

"Call me as soon as you're done, okay?"

"What if you're in the middle of saving a bunny's life or something?"

"I won't be. I'll probably still be at lunch."

Anna sighed in relief and stepped closer, leaning her forehead against his chest. "Oh, good. I'm nervous as fuck."

"Why?" he asked, settling his arms around her.

"I don't know. Just...now that I'm excited about it, I'm worried it'll be a false alarm after all or like...that something's wrong."

Kristoff kissed the top of her head. "It's going to be fine, baby. I'm sure of it."

She tilted her face up towards him, propping up her chin on his chest. "Why does everything sound so reassuring when you say it? Tell me something else that'll make me feel better."

"Uh...like what?"

"I don't know. That I'll never get morning sickness and only be in labor for five minutes."

"I don't think either of those things can really happen. But," he said quickly, seeing the disappointment on her face, "it'll be worth it. Because then we'll get to meet our baby. Who, just saying, is going to be the coolest kid of all time and will definitely be a Mario Kart prodigy."

She smiled and raised up on her toes to kiss him. "Love you."

"Love you back."

And then, because that seemed to be the way of things in his life these days, he had had to miss lunch in order to help out with an emergency surgery and missed lunch. The dog in question, thankfully, was completely fine, but his heart was pounding as he scrambled to check his phone. Ryder raised an eyebrow at the way he rushed into the break room. “All good, man?”

“Great,” Kristoff said absentmindedly as he flicked open his texts from Anna.

hey no worries that you didnt pick up sure u just got busy but congratulations dad🎈🎉👶

nov 12 is the due date but they said prob will be late since its our first

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love you

For a moment he just stared down at the screen, hardly daring to breathe. So this was really happening; by the end of the year, he’d have a one-month-old baby. He was going to be a father.

“Stop mooning over the girlfriend and come help me in the kennels,” Ryder called.

“Fiancee,” Kristoff said absentmindedly before typing out a quick response, ignoring the exaggerated gasp of shock from the doorway.

I can’t wait. Love you back :)

---

“Kristoff?”

“Distractions won’t work this time,” he replied through clenched teeth.

“I’m not even racing this time, dumbass. What’s in 209 days?”

“Huh? I-- fuck!” he shouted as he drove right off the edge of the track, to Anna and Ryder’s delight, and promptly fell to last place.

“Watch out, Nattura,” Anna growled. “I’m coming for your ass.”

“Was she always like this?” Honey asked, amused, from where she was sprawled across the armchair.

“Yes,” Elsa replied from her spot on the floor, not looking up from her phone. “It was worst when we played Candyland, because there’s not even a point to being competitive at that.”

“Hello? Does anyone care about this ominous countdown on the fridge?” Sven asked again, huffing when he was drowned out by Anna’s cheering as she threw a banana peel in front of Ryder’s kart and secured a last-second victory.

Kristoff, at last, glanced at him. “Will you get me a beer while you’re over there?”

“Yes, if you tell me what the fuck is in 209 days and if I need to like, buy a Geiger counter or something.”

“Anna?” Honey asked suddenly, sitting up. “Everything good?”

“Fine,” she said distantly, suddenly the same shade of white as her t-shirt.

 Ryder, his eyes wide, put an arm around her shoulders to keep her from swaying off the sofa. “Jesus, is winning Mario Kart that exciting?” he asked.

“That’s like, November…” Sven said, frowning. “Why is Thanksgiving making you pass out?”

“I’m not passing out,” Anna said, her voice distant, and Kristoff swore under his breath, hastily getting to his feet and crossing to the kitchen himself to get a glass of water. “I’m pregnant, though.”

No one reacted until Elsa’s phone hit the floor, and then they all burst into a cacophony of questions.

“You’re what--”

“How long have you--”

“What the fuck--”

“I think I am going to actually pass out if you don’t all shut up,” Anna said, her voice suddenly nearly a shout, and they all froze and turned to look at her. 

Kristoff handed her the glass of water then, and she took a long gulp before meeting her sister’s gaze. “I was going to tell you tonight, Elsa,” she explained, “you know, family and all. And the rest of you guys in a few more weeks when, you know, it’s less…” She waved a hand. “Risky. But...yes. We’re, uh, we’re having a baby. November 12th, mark your calendars for Anna Arendelle’s performance of a lifetime.”

Sven was the first to speak. “Damn,” he said, taking a sip of the beer he’d finally regained the sense to crack open, “you’re really gonna do that to some kid?”

“Do what?” she asked with a slight frown.

“Make him be a goddamn giant and a ginger.”

--

april

“You don’t have to stay up with me,” Anna said hoarsely as he passed her a glass of water. "You only signed up for morning sickness duties, not every hour of the day and night sickness watch."

“I won’t be able to sleep knowing you don’t feel good.”

“Yeah, but now you won’t be able to stay awake at the clinic tomorrow.”

“That’s what coffee is for,”

She sighed and wiped her hand across her mouth. “I think it’s over for now.”

Kristoff leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Are you sure?”

“No. But I hope it is.”

“Me, too,” he said, getting to his feet before reaching down and offering a hand to help her up. She stumbled slightly, and he caught her, eyebrows knitting together with concern. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“I wanna brush my teeth,” she said, yawning.

He waited while she did, and she couldn’t help but smile at him in the mirror when he let out his own yawn, rubbing sleepily at his eyes under his glasses. “I love you,” she said around the toothbrush, and he laughed.

“Even though it’s my fault you’re sick right now?”

“Both of ours, really. Your fault for being so handsome, and my fault for taking full advantage of that,” she said, cheerful again now that the nausea had passed as she bounced back to bed. “Or maybe it’s the baby’s fault.”

“We’ll have to give her a stern talking to,” Kristoff replied, lifting the blankets for her as she clambered in. “Put her in timeout and everything.”

Anna laughed, nestling against his chest the moment he was beside her once more. “You really are convinced it’s a girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Who’s going to look exactly like you.”

“I don’t know,” she hummed. “I’m kind of hoping for a little boy.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just...sometimes I think about what it’ll be like when they’re here, and I just...I keep imagining how it would feel to look over and see you holding a little boy and think ‘that’s him, that’s our son’.”

Suddenly there was a lump in his throat. “Well...well, I guess that would be okay, too.”

---

Sam was surprisingly misty-eyed when she told him. “Look at you, kiddo,” he kept saying, over and over, and she was half-tempted to get up and walk around his desk to give him a hug around the neck.

Lena, though, was so efficiently business-like that Anna just sat silently in her chair, grateful for Kristoff’s hand in hers. “Do we have a timeline?”

“Yes, November twelfth is--”

“Not that. For when you want to go public. Although that does give us a firm deadline.”

Anna let out a surprised little laugh, but Lena just raised an eyebrow; apparently that hadn’t been a joke. Kristoff squeezed her hand and said, “The sooner the better. Might as well get it over with.”

“Well, if we go ahead and go public now, it’s going to hurt Anna’s engagement numbers and detract from the film’s first trailer coming out next week. If we wait until, say, June, it’ll fall perfectly in the lull between the first and second trailers and give us time to start setting the narrative on track well before the press tours. I’ll see what I can do to make sure anything out of state is done before you’re not allowed to fly. When’s the wedding?”

Anna blinked for a moment, trying to process the rapid-fire stream of information. “Um. We didn’t set a date yet.”

“Hmm,” Lena said with a frown. “Well, let’s try to get on that. People will want to know. Too bad you’re not already married, I’d say release a picture of you in the dress and you’d be on the cover of People. For now, though, just a picture of both of you is enough.”

“We don’t want to do that, though,” Anna said quickly before Kristoff could start to get nervous. “Just let them know that he, you know, exists. I don’t want to make it easier for them to find him.”

“Alright. I’d suggest social media, since your fans feel very close to you and will appreciate hearing it directly. But an interview is always a good default if you want a pro’s help putting it in the best way possible.”

She shifted slightly in her seat. “Um. I’m kind of...out of my depth here. Sam?”

He blinked. “Oh, sorry, I was just-- do you remember the day you wandered into my office for the first time, kiddo, with those roller skates?”

“Of course I do,” she said fondly.

“Anyway. I’d do the interview. Better safe than sorry.”

Lena nodded. “Right. Let me find someone willing to do a feature on you,” she said, diving back in to her laptop. 

The rest of them sat in awkward silence for a moment before Kristoff cleared his throat. “So,” he began, “what do I need to do?”

Sam shrugged. “Be on good behavior. Don’t do anything that would embarrass her. Don’t go out in pajamas or get a DUI or anything. If the fans are getting too pushy, help her get out. If paparazzi starts shouting, don’t ever shout back. Even if they say--”

“Done,” Lena announced suddenly. “Tomorrow afternoon downtown. No lunch required, just tea, so no need to worry about getting sick.”

“I haven’t been that sick,” Anna said defensively, and beside her Kristoff coughed.

Sam grinned again. “Look at you, kiddo,” he said again. 

“Look at me what, puking?”

“Getting ready to be a mom,” he said, and suddenly she felt a little misty-eyed, too.

--- 

may

“Jesus!” Anna yelped. “I was dead asleep!”

“Sorry,” Kristoff mumbled as he sat down on the warm spot on the sofa she’d just been evicted from, settling her on his lap and promptly burying his face in her shoulder.

She frowned, carding her fingers through his hair. “I was having a very good dream, I’ll have you know,” she said, though there was no real irritation in her voice. “About puppies, I think.”

“You can go back to sleep,” he said, his voice muffled against her shirt.

“I will when you tell me what’s wrong.”

His arms tightened around her waist. “Give me a minute.”

She hummed her agreement and turned to press a kiss into his hair, relishing the feel of him so close against her, enough that their breathing was slowly syncing up as their chests rose and fell together. Worry was tugging at her, to be sure, about what could have upset him enough to not bother with even a hello, but it helped more than a little to know that he would tell her before long so she could help fix it, instead of letting it linger like an untreated wound in his heart.

“Sorry,” he said again, pulling back with a sigh to rest his forehead against hers. “Just needed a second.”

“‘S’okay, baby. No rush.”

He closed his eyes, moving the hand that wasn’t supporting her back to rest against her still-flat stomach. “At the store...there was stuff in the tabloids. About this.”

“But I...how would anyone know?”

“It said ‘a source from the set of Arendelle’s new movie’.”

“Fuck. I knew people were going to start being suspicious of me being sick all the time. Well, they were going to find out soon enough anyway, weren’t they?” she said, hoping she sounded reassuring despite the pit that had just opened up in her chest.

“It said the baby is Hans’s,” he said bleakly, and a little gasp slipped out from her before she could hold it back.

For a moment they just held each other, letting the news sink in. Anna ran a hand up and down Kristoff’s back, and he sighed, still keeping his forehead pressed against hers. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Kris,” she said quietly.

“I know with...with you being famous and stuff, you’re always going to kind of belong to other people. But the baby...she’s just ours. And I guess it was stupid of me, but I was kind of hoping it would always be like that. That the whole time people knew about her, they would know the truth.”

“About him,” Anna said, and he huffed out a laugh. “Sorry, too soon to be teasing you?”

“No. It helps. You’re definitely wrong, though. I’m certain of it.”

She laughed then, too, and kissed him. “The interview will be out soon. And then everyone will know it’s been you all along, and that it’s your son in there.”

“Daughter. And...okay. If you’re sure.”

“Yeah. I’m ready for this part to be over. I know it’s gonna be hard on you, and I’m sorry you’ll have to deal with the bullshit, but...damn, it’s been hard keeping you a secret. I just want to parade you around town and be like ‘hey guys, guess who got lucky and convinced the hottest guy in the world to marry her?’” “Now you’re just being corny to cheer me up. Literally last night you called me Grandpa again when I put my glasses on.”

“Yeah, but you’re a sexy grandpa. Which is how we ended up in this mess in the first place.”

“Not a mess. Just an...unexpected journey.”

Anna grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Is that your way of asking me if we can have a Lord of the Rings marathon tonight to cheer you up?”

“You know me too well. And yes.”

“Did you get popcorn?”

“Mhmm. Think you can keep it down?”

“Nope,” she said cheerfully. “Good thing I have a fiance to hold my hair back, eh?”

---

“Wait!” 

Everyone turned and looked at Anna as she dug through her purse. “I want to take a picture of this,” she explained. “So I can remember the face he makes.”

Kristoff raised an eyebrow, one hand still in the gift bag. “Should I be nervous?”

“No, just--” She grinned and held up her phone. “You’ll see.”

“Can I open it now?”

She nodded, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Happy birthday, Kris.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out a square of fabric; he let it fall open and, after reading what was on the front of the t-shirt, looked at Anna with a mixture of shock and amusement.

Ellie squinted at it from the far end of the table. “Best dad ever? Why does it say that? I don’t get it.”

And then she did get it all at once, her eyes going wide as she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh!”

Kristoff’s mother was already weeping and throwing her arms over his shoulders, and his brothers looked awkward but pleased all the same as they clapped him on the back, and Ellie was already squealing and tugging on her sister’s hand and spouting off something about names, and beside Anna Kristoff’s father smiled and set a hand on her shoulder.

“Congratulations,” he said, his eyes kind and full of warmth, and suddenly she was wishing her own father was here, wondering what he would have said, how broadly he would have smiled.

“Thank you, Mr. Bjorgman,” she said, and when he saw her lip start to wobble he pulled her into a tight hug.

“You can call me Cliff, you know,” he said softly. “Or whatever else you’d like. Shoot, might as well go ahead and help me get some practice in, start calling me Grandpa if you want.”

She laughed at that. “Cliff for now, I think.”

“Fine with me,” he said, gently patting her back. “I hope you know we’re here to help both of you with whatever you need. And that you’re welcome up here anytime, with or without him. Don’t even have to call ahead, just come right in the back door and tell me you want pickles or something, whatever it is. Don’t have much experience in this department of parenting, but I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you,” she said, holding on tighter for just a moment before pulling away to face the rest of them. 

---

june

look it’s official

lena had a copy mailed to the house

He squinted at the photo she had texted him, scrolling through the full-page article dedicated to Anna’s rapid rise to fame. He couldn’t help but grin at the mentions of her tampon commercial and unexpected viral fame; she had to have been irritated at that being brought up again. There were photos of her in that blue gown, too, the one she’d worn for the Netflix movie and been so excited to show him. And then there, at the end, was the all-important “what are you doing now” section, the one she had rehearsed with him over and over the night before the interview.

“What’s next for you, Anna?” I ask, and she gives me a bright smile as she sets down her cup of (herbal) tea.

“Well, I’m going to wrap up filming for the sequel, of course, but then I’m going to take a step back from the spotlight for a little bit to focus on my family.”

“Your sister?” 

“My fiance Kristoff, actually, and our first baby. We’re really excited,” she adds with her trademark bright smile, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

He grinned and closed the picture so he could type back a response, but before he’d even started a phone call came through. He frowned; it was just a number, no name, but it looked familiar somehow. “Hello?” he asked, expecting it to be a telemarketer.

“Kristoff? It’s Sam.”

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, I don’t know if you saw yet, but just...don’t panic.”

[thatsdemko]

baby fever: using the boys to tell will that he is going to be a father after winning a big game and he’d be so excited just imagining his reaction🥺🥺

Since they won 😌

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant,” Luke said pacing your bedroom while griffin sat there at your vanity still trying to process this. You were also doing the same having just take the tests only a couple of hours ago giving Luke an emergency call having him and griffin come over without will knowing.

“I know,” you whispered looking down at the test in your hands, you had been freaking out all day and of course none of your roommates were there to calm you down and what you really needed was one of wills big hugs to assure you everything was going to be fine even if it wasn’t.

“So what are you going to do?” Griffin asked and you shrugged looking up from the test at him, “I don’t even know if he wants a kid we’ve been dating for three years we never talk about that stuff.”

“Maybe bring it up, do you know anyone else who’s pregnant?” Luke suggested and you shook your head, the only people you knew were responsible college students who didn’t get pregnant—those people being your roommates.

“Hey aren’t you going out with him tonight? Maybe bring up your future and then see where it goes and after that we can think of a way to tell him, okay?” Griffin suggested getting up from your vanity sitting down beside you pulling you in for a side hug.

“Everything’s going to be okay, y/n, there’s no need to worry.”

“But if will doesn’t—“

“Y/n, if there’s one guy I know prepared to have a kid right now it’s him. Just talk to him.” Luke assured you, you looked up at griffin for more assurance and he nodded his head agreeing, “just talk to him tonight.”

—

“You look beautiful, I’m really a lucky guy, huh?” He asked pressing a kiss to your forehead coming into your apartment, you ended up telling your roommates when they all came home and told them they had to be silent on the topic when he came to pick you up since you hadn’t told him and needed to go with Griffin and Luke’s plan to make sure all is well.

“I’m very lucky to have you.” You said going to grab your purse, you roommates waving goodbye to you both and you took his hand following him out of your apartment.

“How was your day? I didn’t see you in the library.”

“Oh, did we have plans?” You asked, usually will did see you in the library during the day, but today you were busy having your talk with Luke and Griffin that you couldn’t attend to study or even think about studying.

“No, I just like seeing your pretty face.”

“You’re cute.” You laughed getting into his car a bit unsure when to bring up your future, whether it was a dinner or a car talk. One with witnesses or one more private.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked turning to him before he started the car looking over at you, “what’s up, baby?” He asked, your heart doing a thing thinking about the cute pet name and a whole new meaning you had with it.

“Do you ever think about our future?”

“Like?”

“Like, getting married and having kids.” Your voice changed on the last one seeing will shift a bit nodding his head, “I do, I think about us having kids, but in the future and getting married. I want to have like this really big house we can settle in depending on what happens after this year whether it’s Vancouver or another location, a big yard for our pets—“

“And kids?”

“Yeah, them too, oh you know I really want two kids? But no pressure on your body or anything because it’s your choice, you know?” He rambled, a wave of relief washing over you with a smile forming on your lips hearing him talk being assured that this was a good thing. Once he does you sent Luke and Griffin a text telling them things were good and they didn’t have to beat will up after dinner.

—

“Okay so everything is set for tonight.” Luke said going over the plans with you one final time on how everything was going to go down after the game that you would hope they win.

“Everything sound good?”

“Yeah, thank you so much for agreeing to this.” You hugged him before will came downstairs in his suit adjusting his tie in the mirror, you smiled watching him, “ugh get a room,” Luke scoffed walking away and you swatted at his arm seeing will turn around with that.

“What’s he upset about?” Will asked walking over to you, you wrapped your arms around his torso, “nothing, you look handsome.”

“Hmm thank you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek you both pulling away hearing Griffin coming into the living room, “hey, where’s Luke?”

“Last I knew he wasn’t dressed.”

“Still?” Griffins eyes went wide walking out of the living room going to look for Luke now leaving you both alone, “is it okay if I wear one of your jerseys?” You asked running your hand down his chest, “yeah, just don’t get anything on the white ones.”

“I won’t.” You smiled pressing a kiss to his cheek going up to his bedroom now and he watched you go up seeing the two were ready, “let’s go—“

“Wait, but y/n—“

“Oh she’ll be fine,” Luke pushed will out the door before he could say goodbye to you, but griffin did so for him, “bye y/n, love you!”

“Bye, griff! Love you too!” You said now going into griffins room finding everything you were using to tell him you were pregnant out of his closet running down the stairs seeing Jake standing there, “here,”

“Thank you and congrats.”

“Whatever just go you’re going to be late! William doesn’t play around with that!”

—

The game was a good one, the boys won thankfully and you hoped everything was going to Luke and Griffins thorough plan. One of the girls who did media agreed to interview will to hold him back while the team worked their magic of whatever it was that they needed to do.

“Well congratulations,” she said to him, he gave her a weird look unsure of what to say, “oh umm thank you?” He got off the ice and you were making your way down to the locker room.

All of the boys were standing around their lockers when will walked in, the locker room was dead silent while he made his way over, “what’s going on?” He asked looking at all the boys, “I think there’s something important here,” Luke pointed at his locker, wills eyes following where he was pointing at his seat a stick and a pair of small skates sat there.

“What?” He picked up the stick reading what two lines meant seeing it said “pregnant” and he looked at all the boys, “you’re having a baby!” Jake broke the confusion and silence that was killing them all, the cheers echoed the tunnel when you made your way to the locker room, “are you serious?!” Will laughed pulling out of the hug with griffin who nodded his head, “yeah!”

You came into the locker room now seeing all the boys excited, “we’re having a baby?” Will asked going over to you, a big grin on his face seeing you nod your head wrapping you into a big hug, “oh my god, I’m going to be a dad!” He laughed pulling away and you nodded your head once again.

“Oh my god,” he laughed running his fingers through his hair, “I’m going to be a father. Oh wow.” He lightly laughed getting a few pats from the boys as they made their way to you giving you hugs.

“You good?” Luke patted will and he nodded his head, “I’m going to be dad, I’m doing more than just good, man.”