Slipping Through My Fingers - Nathan MacKinnon

Chapter 1

Three weeks old.

From the moment you had left his bed, you never thought you'd see him again. Nathan MacKinnon. Worldwide famous, NHL player Nathan MacKinnon. The man who happened to be the father of your child. That one.

It had been three weeks after your - quite shitty, if you had to be honest - call, which meant three weeks after Andrew's birth. And you were nervous, more nervous than when you had come clean to Raffie about the pregnancy.

"I'm a what?!"

Nathan's voice came out strangled, your free hand slapping your forehead as you pushed out a sigh. "You just became a father, like a few hours ago."

His line was silent, so silent you had to check if he hadn't hung up without you knowing. "What the fuck," he muttered, shuffling coming from his side. "What the actual fuck. I don't believe you."

"I've got a baby in my arms, right now. That's not enough proof?" You hissed, calmly letting your hand smooth Andrew's cheek. "Listen, my best friend has been bothering me to tell you, so I just called you to let you know. That's it. You don't need to come play family or send us money."

Nathan's line was silent again. "How can you be sure he's mine? We used a condom."

"My job doesn't exactly leave me much free time for sex, Nathan," you spat out. "I came back to the States to see my friends, ran into you, and had sex. And God knows what happened with that condom."

"Yeah, and after me? There must have been someone after me."

"Are you saying I sleep around? Very nice of you, Nathan," you teased. You hadn't had sex with anyone after him, to be fair, but his sentence wasn't suited for a conversation between grown adults, it ticked you off.

"No! I'm not! I-I'm just trying to make sure, that's all. This was all a little unexpected," Nathan muttered, letting out a long sigh. "I'll- I'll have to talk to some people, first, but I'd like to come down there."

He wanted to come down to Australia? That was something you really didn't expect. "And I'd like to do a paternity test as soon as possible."

"Uh- sure? We might have to wait some time, though. We'll just- we'll get it settled when we meet up," you sighed. "Text me when you're planning to come down here and I'll give you our details."

"Alright," Nathan sighed. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Auntie Y/N, can we meet Andrew's daddy, too?" Angelina, one of Reed's two daughters, asked you with puppy eyes.

"I think we'll have to see, hun." You sighed, looking down at your baby's sleeping form. Your eyes fell back to the streets, noticing Reed's glances from the rearview mirror.

"I'm one call away, Y/N," he stated for the third time that day. "If he acts like a di- despicable human being, just call me."

You repressed a laugh, shaking your head as the car headed inside the city's port. You had been there multiple times, but you struggled to understand why Nathan had thought it would have been a good place to meet his son at. You certainly would have preferred a café, or even your house. Those locations felt safer.

Reed's car came to a halt, making your heartbeat pick up as you exited the vehicle. "God, please, make this right."

Reed followed suit, opening the trunk to retrieve the stroller for Andrew. "I won't hesitate to kick his ass if he hurts you." He whispered, trying to not be heard by his daughters.