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With an arm wrapped around her waist, Lindsey pulled her in closer to himself. "Good morning, baby." His voice was soft, but a little groggy from the long nights sleep.

With a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Stevie opened her eyes slowly. "Good morning, Linds." She whispered back as she felt him leave a couple of butterfly kisses on her shoulder. "Did you sleep well?" Turning her head to the side, she stared at him out of the corner of her eye.

The way the bright morning sun bounced off her face caused his heart to skip a beat. She didn't have a trace of makeup on, but beautiful was an understatement.

He thought she was absolutely gorgeous, even after fifteen years of marriage.

"Yeah," nodding his head, he lightly pecked her lips a couple of times before he continued. "Did you?" He wondered, staring down into those captivating brown eyes.

With a soft nod, Stevie sank back into him a little further. "I-"

"Mommy?" That little voice snuck down the hallway as her bare feet danced across the carpeted floor.

Laughing quietly, Stevie leaned in for one more kiss before she slowly sat up on her elbow. "There's my sunshine." She watched as the four year old hurried into the room, carrying a stuffed bunny in one hand and her baby blanket in the other.

She had bouncy brown curls, big brown eyes and the sweetest smile. She was pure magic and joy.

"How many more days?" Pulling herself up on the bed, Alli sat down right at the foot.

With a soft smile, Lindsey's eyes traveled towards his wife once more. "Six days." He replied as his hand gently meet Stevie's baby bump.

Nodding her head, she leaned back against the pillows, hand meeting his. "Only six days." She assured, feeling the tiny, sweet flutters that were built out of nerves and two little feet.

Six days and then life would feel complete.

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"I don't know the first thing about hockey." Lindsey announced, shaking his head lightly as he sipped his morning coffee at the counter.

Raising an eyebrow, Lola shrugged her shoulders. "You'll be fine, dad." She assured, almost certain that it couldn't have possibly been that hard. "I mean, the point of the game is just to get that little cookie thing into the net...sounds simple." She added, pulling loose pieces of paper out of her back pack.

Sinking into a chair at the breakfast nook, Crew rolled his eyes. "The little cookie thing?" He gave her an annoyed looked- one that silently told her that she should needed to just shut up. "You embarrass yourself." He stated in a blunt tone as he poured himself a glass of Orange juice.

"Daddy, will you have to wear a hat?" Clancy wondered, little feet dangling over the edge of her chair as she ate her pancakes.

Creasing a brow, Lindsey couldn't help but grin. "A hat? Do couches wear hats?" He half chuckled, not exactly sure what she was referring to.

"No, but he has to wear neon yellow..." His son mumbled. "That's our team color."

"Just the thought of that makes me wanna barf." Lola glanced up from her school work- the stuff she was supposed to do the night before but didn't. "I don't think yellow is your color, dad. You'll look washed out." She wasn't trying to be mean- she was being honestly.

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