Hockey Imagines

Lost | Cole Caufield

#22, Right Wing for the Montreal Canadiens
Word Count: 3.0 K

"Hey, Cole?"

He glances up from the TV, where he's watching last night's game tape. His eyebrows furrow when he sees my distressed state. My hair is in a messy bun on the top of my head, and I'm wearing one of Cole's oversized shirts. My makeup is a mess, all smudged beneath my eyes. "What's going on?"

"I—I'm scared, Cole."

He immediately stands and walks over to me. "What happened?" He asks, gently cupping by face between his hands.

I hesitate, not sure how Cole is going to react. Is he going to be upset? I mean, we both knew it was possible, but I don't think either of us were expecting this.

"I—" I bury my face against his shoulder, freaking out. "I'm pregnant." I whisper and the tears start falling. Cole immediately hugs me, trying to calm me down. He doesn't  know why exactly I'm upset, but he's doing his best, and that helps a lot.

"It's alright. Just breathe, calm down." He whispers, kissing my hair. "I'm right here, sweetheart, it's okay."

"Are you mad at me? I'm so sorry, Cole, I didn't think—"

He shushes me, stroking my hair. "I'm not upset at all, sweetheart. This isn't your fault. This is on both of us, alright? I mean, it's not like we didn't know it was a possibility. Plus, it takes two to make a baby, so. . ."

Like he intended, I start laughing. I mean, I can't help it. Cole's doing his best to make me feel better, and he's doing exactly that. He knows me, and he knows how to calm me down. I don't think I've ever appreciated it more. He smiles. "There's that laugh I love. Are you okay now?" He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

I nod. "You're really not upset? You're not gonna leave or anything?"

His mouth turns down in a deep frown. "Of course I'm not going to leave you, sweetheart. You mean so much to me, and now that I know you're pregnant, I'm definitely not going to. I'll take care of you, and love you and this baby. Well, as long as you want to keep the baby. Whatever you decide, it's completely up to you. It's your body, after all."

"Thank you. You're the most amazing fiancé, you know that?"

He shrugs. "I think you've told me a couple times." He teases. "But of course I'll support you. Every single step of the way. I love you." He assures me.

I bury my face against his chest. "I love you, too, Cole."

- - - - -

"Are you excited?" Cole asks as the ultrasound technician rubs cold gel all over my belly.

I nod. "This is the first time we'll be able to see our baby! Of course I'm excited." I squeeze his hand in excitement, making him laugh.

"I am, too." He assures me before turning his attention to the nurse. "So, uh, what will the ultrasound tell us today? She's pretty early into the pregnancy, so I can't imagine it's a lot."

The nurse nods. "Today, you'll be able to find out the baby's due date, detect the heartbeat, get to see how big the baby is so far. And you'll be able to see whether you're having twins, triplets, or just one baby." She explains.

Cole nods, and I can see his excitement clearly. He may be even more excited than I am about our baby. He's so thrilled to be a dad. We've only known a couple weeks, and he's already been buying a bunch of Canadiens things to go in the baby's room. I absolutely love it.

"We get to see if we're gonna have one or more baby Caufields." He tells me, as if I can't hear the doctor myself.

The technician takes the probe and gently runs it across my stomach, and Cole's eyes widen comically when he sees the little blimp on the screen appear. "That's our baby?" He whispers, grabbing onto my hand tightly.