Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 52

I'm like crying

This is the last chapter before the epilogue aka sobbing

And it's the Super Bowl soon eeek

K so yeah song suggestions:
•small bump by Ed Sheeran
•Capri by Colbie callait
•Cinderella by Stevan Curtis chapman

Anyway brb crying bc feels

Anyway ilyasfm and go bruins and pats and sawx !!!

*letting my inner Bostonian out*

Enjoy!!!
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Dax's POV
"Oh come on!" Bergy protested. "I don't believe--not even for a second--that you and dumbass over here aren't deviously awaiting the 2016 Winter Classic."

"We're not!" I insisted. "I swear. I mean, I'm not anyhow."

"I am," Milan grinned. "I'm gonna beat the everliving-"

"Oooooh no you're not," I cut him off. "You are not beating the 'everliving' out of anyone."

"Why not?" he whined, pushing my shoulder. "Not even Wuss?"

"No. Not even Weise," I said disapprovingly.

"Oh c'mon," Brad crossed his arms. As I thought about it, a painful cramp went through my abdomen. Weird, I shouldn't be cramping.....I thought.

"Alright, but just Weise. You're not gonna go at it with Subbs right?" I asked. He grinned.

"No guarantees. I love Malcolm, but....."

"Fair enough," I shrugged. I got another ripping cramp through my abdomen. Must be my fuckin' period, I internally grunted.

"And for you, Patrice, there'll be no fighting at all," Stef told him. He kissed her temple.

"No. I wouldn't think of it, my dear," he told her. "Alright, I'm grabbing a beer. Anyone?"

"Me," I said.

"Same," Brad nodded. Stef wanted one too, but Milan didn't. Patrice came back a couple minutes later, four beers in hand.

"Thanks. Are you gonna open it, or...?" I teased.

"Aw shit, I forgot my bottle opener."

"It's cool, I've got it," Milan said. He pulled out a bottle opener from his front pocket.

"Thanks," I told Milan as he popped the top off my beer. He passed the opener around. I went to take a sip of the beer, but took one smell of the fumes and gagged. "Oh shit."

"What?" Milan asked.

"Do you want it? I can't drink it. It's making me wanna puke."

"You must be pregnant," Milan joked.

"Yeah, okay," Brad snorted, "you, Miss and Mister Pure over here, having sex?"

"Very funny," I rolled my eyes. "It's Mrs. Pure to you. And I'm not pregnant."

Something told me not to be so dismissive, however, and I suddenly had the urge to pee.

"It'd be kinda funny," Brad admitted.

"No it wouldn't!" Saint Patrice came to my aid. "Imagine how frightening it is to know you're having a child!"

"Well someone's really in touch with their feminine side," Stef scoffed.

"You're my wife! You're supposed to support me!" Patrice protested.

"Yeah, and you're supposed to come to my aid too!" I teased. Oomf, there was the cramping again. I stood up to go to the bathroom.