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Chapter Twenty-Three

ATLAS

I stoodin the receptionist area next to Hazel as she made her next appointment.

In my right hand I held the envelope that told me -told us- if we were having a boy or a girl.

Behind the counter, two women stared at me.

I wasn’t sure why they stared.

Did they think I was some big, mean, abusive guy with Hazel?

Or did they recognize me from hockey?

Maybe it was the stitches.

Fucking stitches.

I hated the idea of getting stitches.

I argued against getting them as much as I could.

In the end, I needed the stitches and I got them.

One of the women stared intently.

Way too intently.

Hazel took notice.

Then the hormones kicked in.

“Do you need something?” she called out to the woman. “Huh? Are you just staring for fun or what? Do you want to give him your number? You can do that. He’s single. Be careful though, he’s got a tendency to get women pregnant on the first date.”

Hazel’s face turned red.

But not mine.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

The woman staring… well, her face turned the same shade of red as Hazel’s.

“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “It might sound weird, but my boyfriend is a huge fan. Of you, Atlas. He loves the guys who fight. He was really excited when you got signed here. He’s actually been waiting for the team to get your jersey available online.”

“I am so sorry about what I just said,” Hazel said.

She turned and moved as fast as she could to leave.

“Hey, tell your boyfriend I said thanks,” I said to the woman. “I can’t answer any questions about jerseys.”

I didn’t know what else to say.

I wasn’t used to actual fans.

Or the fact that the woman I got pregnant had just stormed off.

I caught up with Hazel out in the hallway.

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