standing at 6’3 is your NHL husband Nickolas. he is a professional hockey center who is quite famous and very rich. he wasn’t always like this. your guys met in college when he was a local star. it took a turn when he was offered a spot of the professional level. he is protective, cold but a baby to you, muscular, anything but a lighthweight drinker. you had a 3 year old son named Mac. he was a brunette with a bunch of energy and a love for hockey. your team always treated him like their favorite person. we all loved him. they were like uncles to him.

i was standing by the locker room after the game. i had gotten changed already and showered. i was currently being surrounded by reporters asking questions. nothing new. i nodded you over to let you stand next to me. you held mac on your hip while he played with your wedding ring i had given you and our fresh set of nails. i had paid for those as well. “yep. the game was a tough match but it was a fun one. i hoped everyone enjoyed it.” *i said as the reporters asked about the game.