NHL Imagines

Tom Wilson (Washington Capitals)

"(Y/N)!" Tom playfully whines.

I sped-walked down the hall and into our daughter's room, our Mastiff, Thor, following. "Yeah babe?"

"Lola can't find her Cinderella pajamas and she's been giving me the guilt eyes for the past two minutes," he frowned, looking down at our pouting daughter.

Sighing, I shuffled over to her dresser, opening the top drawer and picking up her night gown. "You put it in the wrong one again, mister," I pointed at Tom. "Could you do me a favor and get Cammy in her onesie? I'll help Lola,"

He nodded and started walking out of the room, kissing the side of my head before he left. I smiled and Lola giggled, rushing me to help her. After I was done, I tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead before returning to mine and Tom's bedroom to take the rest of my makeup off.

I walked back down the hall, stopping in the doorway of Cammy's nursery. Tom was sitting in my nursing chair, Lola cuddled up next to him while he cradled Cammy's small frame in one arm, petting Lola's hair with the other. He hummed the tune of an old nursery rhyme while rocking the chair back and forth gently.

I smiled at the sight, tears of pure happiness forming in my eyes. I snapped out of my trance when I heard Tom laugh lightly. "It's not polite to stare you know,"

"Sorry," I whispered, wiping the wetness from my cheeks "I can't help it."

"Why are you crying, beautiful?" he cooed, removing his arm away from Lola to wave me over.

I sat on the ottoman in front of the chair, crossing my legs in front of me. "It's just all so unreal. I have two beautiful baby girls and such a handsome and absolutely amazing husband. It's so insane to think that this is my life now,"

"Where's all this coming from, (Y/N)?" he furrowed his brows, worry written all over his face.

"I just... I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life and I have three wonderful people to thank for it. I don't know what I would do or who I would be without you guys,"

Tom grinned at me and sat up, careful to not wake Lola and Cammy. He connected our lips in a short peck, then stood up, both girls in his arms.

"Here Tom, let me carry her," I offered, wrapping my arms around Lola. Her arms immediately moved around my neck, pressing her face into my shoulder. I pressed a quick kiss to Cammy's forehead before walking out.

I entered into her room and set her down in her bed. I leaned over to kiss her forehead, brushing her hair out of her face. "I love you, baby girl,"

"I love you, too, momma," her small voice replied back.

I let out a breathy laugh. "You weren't asleep at all, were you?"

"No, I just didn't want to walk back here," she answered, rubbing her eyes and letting out a long yawn.

Tom appeared next to me and kissed Lola's cheek, ruffling her hair slightly afterwards. "Night, pretty girl,"

"Goodnight daddy," she turned over and faced the other side, closing her eyes.

I dramatically brought my hand up to my heart and wiped a fake tear from my eye. Tom laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading us out of the room and back into ours. We both fell back onto the bed, enjoying the silence and each others presence.

"Damn, I love you," he looked into my eyes, running a hand down my side.

"I love you, too,"

"How long til Cammy starts crying again?" he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll put ten down for thirty minutes."

"Twenty bucks for an hour," I challenged.

"It's on. Be ready to pay up,"

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So upset to hear about Alexander Orekhov... He was only sixteen years old when he passed away. Rest in peace :(