Out of the Blue {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 38

{Jonathan}

"Babe, come on!" I called out. Today was the day, the day that Chris and I would find out whether we were having a boy or a girl. Needless to say, I was excited as hell.

Today was also, coincidentally, our one year anniversary. So, I was also excited as hell for her to get downstairs and see the surprises I had laid out.

"You're so impatient! You're lucky you're hot because-"

She stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, looking around. I had Patrick deliver about three dozen yellow helium balloons, her favorite color. There was a blue box tied to one of the strings, and I waited for her to find it.

"What's this?" she asked, turning to look at me.

"Open it, babe," I replied.

I watched as she opened the box, a slow smile pulling on her lips. I bought her a diamond necklace in the shape of a heart with another heart hanging down. The bigger heart represented Chris and me, and the smaller one represented our baby. I was actually pretty proud that I figured that all out on my own.

"You didn't have to do this," she whispered as I reached behind her neck to clasp it on.

"It's only a little thank you for giving me the best year I've ever had," I replied, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Now, lets go see what we're having."

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{Christine}

Full-freaking-term pregnancy. Of course this child wouldn't come out early. Of course it had to become the size of a freaking watermelon and let me carry it around.

I ended up not wanting to know the sex of the baby, and neither did Jonathan. So, we allowed Dayna and Brent to find out, and they were the ones who suggested that we stay in our apartment and they would decorate the nursery for us.

Last week, we moved all of our furniture into the house, and Dayna stayed the whole entire time, making sure that we went no where near the nursery.

After I described my dream house to Jonathan, it took him nearly no time to find it. He was the most perfect man, and if I was wrong about that, I definitely didn't want to be right. Whenever he wasn't at practice or with the team, he had been searching for the house, so it almost wasn't a surprise when he came up to me one afternoon with a giddy smile and the laptop.

Nine months pregnant, and I was at the Blackhawks' big game against the Red Wings.

"You ready, hobbly?" Chaun joked as we walked towards the elevator together. I hadn't been able to take the stairs since I was seven months along. It was pretty miserable, I had to admit.

"You try being nine months pregnant," I shot back as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

"Hey, you!" Amanda G. was already in the elevator waiting. Amanda, Chaun, and I were kind of like the three amigas of the wives and girlfriends. Obviously, all of us were really good friends, but the three of us just kind of worked well together. Our boyfriends were good friends, our ages were similar, and we just got along really well.

"Now for the starting lineup of your Chicago Blackhawks!" the announcer boomed through the arena. "Number 19, your captain, Jonathan Toews!"

I would've stood up and cheered, but little Toews had different ideas as its little foot dug into my side.

"Ouch," I commented, my hands instinctively went to rub the spot. The game started, and I realized I hadn't even noticed the puck drop.

Once again, little Toews kicked. Ten minutes later, there was another.