Mack knocked on the glass and smiled at your son. He was going to have a game but not before he could take a look at his favorite hockey player. You laughed and tickled your son a little, which he laughed at.

You wave at your husband as he skates away to his team mates. He's been playing in New York Rangers for a while now, and you all moved here. It's been tough, all the noise and busy streets, constantly needing to have eyes in your back.

"Look at your dad go."

You said to your son who's currently biting his shirt which has the number 87 on the back and your surname. It's matching with his dad!!