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I was aggressive on the ice, but I'm a ruthless bastard when it comes to my wife. No one fucks with her unless they want to answer to me. Hurst was the first one to learn that lesson. The day the news about me and Laney broke was his first strike. He tried to start his shit again the next time I saw him, called my angel a bitch. Theo jumped in and ended up with a concussion. I broke Hurst's nose and his front tooth.
The suspension was worth it. He didn't say shit about my wife again. We won the Cup. And he was traded to the Red Wings the following year. They kicked him back to their AHL team a few weeks into the season. No one missed him. I sure as hell didn't.
People learned quick not to talk about my wife. They learned just as quick to keep their eyes off her. She thinks I'm a caveman. She might be right, but I know what I have with her. I'll do what I have to do to protect that and to protect her. Her dad would expect nothing less from me.
Alexis looks up at Laney. "Is the baby making you tired?"
"No, your daddy just worries too much," Laney says, smiling indulgently.
"Damn right," I growl, standing up. I pull her close to plant a kiss on her cheek. She tastes like chocolate. "You're cooking my baby in there. I'm allowed to worry all I want."
"Caveman," Laney says, rolling her eyes. I see the smile she's fighting though. She loves when I get bossy and overprotective, even if she won't admit it.
"Let's go home," I murmur.
Alexis slips her little hand in mine, skipping along beside me to the car.
I take Deacon from Laney so she doesn't have to carry him. He may be young, but he's already taller than Alexis. He's a stocky little guy. If he decides to play hockey, he'll make a hell of an enforcer someday. I'm not going to push him though. Hockey was my dream, and I got to live it. My kids can do whatever they want to do, be whatever they want to be.
I have a feeling he'll end up in the league, though. Kristján bought him a stick for his birthday a few months ago. He carries it with him everywhere. He's pretty good with it for a two-year-old. I promised not to put him on the ice until he's a little older. Laney doesn't want her baby getting hurt.
And Laney gets what she wants. Telling her no is impossible when I worship the ground she walks on. She's the best part of my life, the reason I have kids and a real home now, somewhere I love to be because they're with me. She's been mine for so long, I sometimes forget what life was like without her. And then she leaves for a few hours to volunteer or catch up with Addison, and I'm a miserable bastard all over again.
I put Deacon in his car seat, chuckling when he wipes his hand off on my shirt and gives me a grin. He's shameless. But he's too cute to be mad at so I let him get away with it. These kids have me wrapped around their fingers, and they know it.
Alexis gives Laney her backpack and then climbs into her booster seat and buckles herself in. She holds her hands out for her backpack again, so Laney gives it to her.
I help my wife inside, running a hand down her arm. She's as soft and sweet now as she was the day I met her. She's also justas sassy. She gives me hell every day, and I can't get enough of it. I love her like crazy.
"You're mine tonight, cutie pie," I whisper, nipping her ear.
She moans softly.
I grin and slam her door closed before circling around to the driver's side of the SUV.
"Mommy, what's a girlfriend?" Alexis asks as I pull away from the curb, headed toward the house.
"When two people like each other, before they get married, they're boyfriend and girlfriend," Laney says.
"Oh." Alexis processes that for a moment. "Were you daddy's girlfriend?"
"For like five minutes," Laney says with a laugh.
I put a ring on her finger within two weeks. Don't regret it in the least. Marrying her was the best thing I've ever done, hands down.
"Colby says I can be his girlfriend."
"What the fuck?"
Laney looks at me with wide eyes.
"Daddy, that's a bad word!"
"You're too young to have a boyfriend, Alexis," I growl and then look at my wife. "Who the fuck is Colby?"
"Colby Feehan," Laney says, biting her lip. She's not fooling me, though. I know she's trying to fight laughter. "He's the new boy in her class. His parents just moved here from Boston."
"I don't like him."
