Hockey Imagines

Play Pretend (Part Two) | Logan Couture

#39, Center for the San Jose Sharks
Word Count: 2.7 K

Logan's POV:

"Talk to me, India. Please tell me you've fixed this." I say to the team's publicist pleadingly. The stress this has already caused for Y/N is immense. If the articles aren't taken down, then she'll have to see them nonstop for a long time. And I can't have that, both for Y/N and my baby's health, and because Tyler doesn't need to see that at four years old.

"Everything that I know about is down. The team's lawyer has already sued her, and we're waiting for them to counter with an offer that will get her in less trouble. Not that you'll take it, and neither will the lawyer, but they've got to be entertained for a while. What about Y/N? Is she alright?"

India is one of the few people Y/N has trusted, and the two are close. She knows about Tyler and how he was conceived, but she's never told a single soul, a reason why I definitely trust her to take care of this without asking questions. She understands.

"She's doing as good as expected. I'm trying to keep her calm for her and the baby's sake. She's been asleep for a while now. We were watching movies to take her mind off of everything. Tyler is sleeping, too."

"That's good. Just keep her occupied for a little bit while this all blows over. Things will be back to normal soon. Tell her I'm here if she wants to talk, alright?"

"I'll be sure to let her know. Thanks, India."

"Of course. Have a good night, Logan. Goodbye."

I drop my phone onto the bed, running a hand through my hair. Fuck. Why did this have to happen? Things were going great. Y/N, Tyler, and I were excited about the baby, the team is going to the playoffs, and life was just perfect. And then Kacey had to do what she does best—ruin everything.

I promised Y/N that I would take care of this. And India is doing a good job of that, but what about me? Kacey is just going to do this again in the future if I don't put a stop to it myself.

I grab a sheet of paper and write a note to Y/N, letting her know that I headed out to grab something from the store but that I'll be back soon, just in case she wakes up. Hopefully she doesn't, because I'll have a lot of explaining to do if I come back with nothing from the store.

I head straight to where I believe Kacey still lives, hoping she does. I need to talk to the bitch face-to-face and explain to her that messing with my family isn't okay. I'm tired of her trying to come between Y/N and me, and now me and my wife, and our children. She needs to back the fuck off.

A man answers the door, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest. "Yes?" He asks with that same indifference that Kacey always has.

"Does Kacey Sullivan still live here?"

The man straightens. "Kacey Callahan. Who's asking?"

"Um, me?" I tell him, confused. "I need to talk to her about something concerning my wife and me. It's important."

He rolls his eyes. "Like I don't recognize you, Couture. Talk to her, whatever. Just don't jump my wife." He warns me before turning around and yelling Kacey's name. She emerges a minute later and closes the door behind her, but not before shoving her tongue down her "husband's" throat. When we're finally left in peace, I take in her appearance.