Your father was a NHL hockey coach, you didn’t care much besides the fact he normally never had time for you. Causing you to grow up raising yourself due to your mom not being in the picture.

Today was like any other day, or so you thought. Getting out of bed you went to make your way downstairs and get breakfast but froze at the bottom of the stairs.

The whole Chicago Blackhawks team was in your living room. Dad talking to them.

You noticed Connor staring at you from the couch.